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Each Second Auspicious

April is oft the time
for the tendrils
of new vine roots
but love at any time
can bear instantaneous fruit

poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Upon The Barren Fig-Tree In God's Vineyard

What, barren here! in this so good a soil?
The sight of this doth make God's heart recoil
From giving thee his blessing; barren tree,
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be!
Art thou not planted by the water-side?
Know'st not thy Lord by fruit is glorified?
The sentence is, Cut down the barren tree:
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be.
Hast thou been digg'd about and dunged too,
Will neither patience nor yet dressing do?
The executioner is come, O tree,
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be!
He that about thy roots takes pains to dig,
Would, if on thee were found but one good fig,
Preserve thee from the axe: but, barren tree,
Bear fruit, or else thy end will cursed be!
The utmost end of patience is at hand,
'Tis much if thou much longer here doth stand.
O cumber-ground, thou art a barren tree.
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be!
Thy standing nor they name will help at all;
When fruitful trees are spared, thou must fall.
The axe is laid unto thy roots, O tree!
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be.

poem by John Bunyan
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Creep

the vine underneath a thick foliage
always has a way of making itself seen
so slowly it creeps and climbs
the fence
each brick, each grill, each wall
the tendrils climb
and then when it finally sees the sun
it lets go its happy smile
through its little honeysuckles

i watch and felt the art of the tendrils
curling and curling sprouting and then
blooming.

There is a purpose, there is this vision.
I am keeping it. This vine.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love On The Vine

I came home yesterday
To the love that I left behind
It seems Ive been far away, yeah
But I know that the berrys ripe on the vine
And I know that the grapes will soon turn to wine
Yes I know Ill be there just in time to love you
I guess I just ran away (I just ran away)
Tried to see what I could not find (what I could not find)
Its been a one act play, yeah
But I know that the berrys ripe on the vine
And I know that the grapes will soon turn to wine
And I know Ill be there just in time to love you
Ive been wasting time (wasting time)
With this old heart of mine (this old heart of mine)
Working it overtime, ah, ah, ah, ah
Just another blue day
Like the ones that I left behind
I know its easy to say, yeah
But I know that the berrys ripe on the vine
And I know that the grapes will soon turn to wine
Yes I know Ill be there just in time to love you
Oh and I know that the berrys ripe on the vine
And I know that the grapes will soon turn to wine
Yes I know Ill be there just in time to love you
Love you on the vine, oh on the vine
Love you on the vine, oh on the vine
I love you on the vine, oh on the vine, ah
On the vine, oh on the vine ...

song performed by by America
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Loving Partner

We found each other under
evening's orange horizon.
Hearts pulled by moon and
Swept up in the wave of time.
If ever a woman is happy in her man...
I'm she who delights in calming your needs!

Sweet spring springs pretty flowers.
Solstice winter shares its gloom, yet
our love remain in bloom, its beauty
kept by summer's warm sun

Your words in 'your killing love'
are like flower heads in spring;
temperature slowly rising like morning's sun.
King cobra, I offer you love instead of cream
and commands you to rise up close to
my heart planting kisses on my lips.
Take my life; death is mine.
You chose this hanging fruit
blemishs and all my time.
Here! take this ripen berry
that's barely attached to
the vine.

I exhaled toxic air
to inhale pure love.
bear with me in weakness
that I can stand up to my age.
Dear this fruit is ripened and
falling humbly at your feet!
Dear, bear with me in weakness
That I can stand up to my age.

poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Long Barren

Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree,
My God, for me;
Though I till now be barren, now at length
Lord, give me strength
To bring forth fruit to Thee.

Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,
Spitting and scorn;
Though I till now have put forth thorns, yet now
Strengthen me Thou
That better fruit be borne.

Thou Rose of Sharon, Cedar of broad roots,
Vine of sweet fruits,
Thou Lily of the vale with fadeless leaf,
Of thousands Chief,
Feed Thou my feeble shoots.

poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Shadows Fell

April was a lovely girl, her warmth was in her eyes
And she and I would walk within the calm of clear blue skies
Too short our time together, and what time consisted of
I knew her well, the shadows fell
See, April was my love...

A young man then, I knew the things a young man knows
But somehow lost it all with age, I guess that's how it goes
But April understood, and in time revealed to me
Reflection, my direction
And what April was to be...

She became to me the way to love's soothing caress
The answers to all questions, life and love, were met with yes
All that April showed to me, my heart still now believes
To take her place, her smiling face
April love, my heart still grieves...

Our time together had the look, forever on it's face
The hands of time stood still for us, in arm, and sweet embrace
It wasn't meant to be for us, nor I to have the sound
But she was singing, bells were ringing
As she felt the darkened ground...

Too soon my April left me, to some higher plane I'm sure
To wait for me to come someday, and reminisce with her
To tell me why each tear was lost, each April that I cried
As love turned to loss, inside the cross
When my April died...

Winter's breath blows hard upon her memory now
But I remember April, springtime love and lifetime vow
Sometimes I can feel her touch, and feel the gentle breeze
The days and nights, the wrongs the rights
There are many thoughts of these...

Many years ago now, April's love had held my heart
Too many days, and nights spent now without, but not apart
And I would trade my todays, for yesterday to be...
With April once again, and back to when
April was my love, you see.......

poem by Dino Evans
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Multiple Choice: Australia

The huge roots of the Daintree tree are known as:

1) fortress roots

2) buttress roots

3) art deco roots

4) neo-gothic roots

5) time-to-rinse roots

poem by Morgan Michaels
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Lost April

(newman/spencer/delange)
Lost april,
Where did you go?
Like winter's snow,
I saw you vanish.
Lost april,
So soft and warm.
A memory
Not even time can banish.
Lost april,
That taught me this.
A single kiss
Could lead to heaven.
But april had numbered days,
So when they passed,
Love couldn't last.
I lost love and you,
And april, too.
~interlude~
So when they passed,
Love couldn't last.
I lost love and you,
And april, too.

song performed by by Nat King Cole
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Love You Always Expect Love That Is Sweet And Enduring

we were once in love
i will not deny that
we make love almost every moment we look at each other
in the beach
in the camarin
in the house of your mother in the house of your friend
we like making love and we were content with what love is
for the time being
in the flesh,
we mature like some ripe fruits and we have no other option
like the fruit we fall
to the grounds of questioning ourselves
will this love be real even without the flesh
of the fruit?
will this love be true even without the leaves
of the trees?
will this love endure even when the tree is cut
because it will bear no fruit any longer?

i promise you love and i put the word there
forever,
but i never told you that there will be no pain
we compensate
we shall also be both broken......the sweetness shall not last longer,

but it is not the end yet, the sweetness shall linger in the memories
of our youth
when we wilt we shall be ready with our new seeds,
the rain shall make
the seeds grow again
time showers it with longings

and we shall now watch the flowers and the fruits
from a certain distance...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alive, Alive

at dawn sleep left without a word
my back curves and my arms look for something to hold
to grip what is there before me
my fingers shake and holds the keys
of the computer
they all begin to scribble words
to assure my being
that i am a tree with roots
a vine with tendrils
an earth still blessed with a sun
and winds and breeze
i sweat and look around
i stand still beside a window
i open the eye of the world before me
and said to myself
everything is alive
to include me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Portrait Of Jennie

Lost April
Where did you go?
Like winter's snow
I saw you vanish
Lost April
so soft and warm
a memory not even time can vanish
Lost April
that taught me this
a single kiss
could lead to heaven
but April had numbered days
so when they passed
love couldn't last
I lost love and you and April too.
strings
so when they passed
love couldn't last
I lost love and you and April too.

song performed by by Nat King Cole
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Unnatural birth

Conceiving the seed for a long time,
Now it is time for the plant
To bear the fruit,
Let the bud blossom naturally
Let it bear the burden to get the reward,
The unnatural way may be disasterous
As it is against the will of God.
Making haste may damage
Both the plant and the bud
So God's ways are always profitable.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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To Incinerate Sophists, Go Jump to the Fire First to See if it Burns Hard

And if through the fire that burns
Undyingly into the night
You see
That I am here now, brushing onto
Someone else’s cracked lips,
Then know
That it is over
And that the love
That lasts for a thousand hours have gone
To fallen ashes
Of liquor spilt grass

Listen, in your mind, jeering,
Victory to the university
And love torridly
Worn out by your self-induced vices,
Notice, my dearest,
That there is a time for everything
As Solomon and Elliot,
And out there even—a God!

There is a time to weep
There is a time to laugh
THERE is a time to love
There IS a time to love
There is A time to love
There is a TIME to love
There is a time TO love
There is a time to LOVE!
There is a time for you to bear
Difficulty holding on
To the writ tragedies you romanticize

And then…
There is a time to love
There is always a time to love
A time for me
For me to love him
Out of my last breaths he,
By no means of doubt,
Takes away

poem by Tan Ma
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Love The Time

Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
You have for you
Love the time you spend outside
Because this nice weather won't last very long
Fall is on its way soon
Love the time
To listen for the song of the birds
This might be the last time
Love the time
You have to reflect on your life
Love the time
You are worshiping God
Love the time that you are discovering your feelings
Love the time that you are learning about yourself
Love the time
Your soul waits in silence for God only
He is your rock and your salvation
Love the time
To dream
Love the time to paint a picture in your mind
Love the time
When you have a positive attitude
Love the time
When you are in the valley of the shadow
You will fear no evil
Because you are with God now
Love the time
Because you belong together with God
Love the time
That you are being yourself
Love the time
That you are moving on
And doing better things to improve your spirit
Love the time that you are gaining your trust back
Love the time that you are gaining self respect
Love the time that you are building your self esteem up
Love the time that you are watching the gold star at night
Love the time that God carried you to solidarity
Love the time that God will bear you up
So that you will not strike your foot against a stone
Love the time that you saw the great light
Because there were people that were sitting in the dark
And you were the lucky one
Love the time that God has opened up the door for you
Love the time that God has given you a chance
Love the time to know that the past is a part of you
Love the time that God is comforting you when you are sad
Love the time when you see writings on the wall
That you can read
Love the time to enjoy your freedom
Love the time when you are flying on the airplane
And looking out through the Airplane window
The sunset in the sky
Love the time when you sing out the blues
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time that God will set you free
Love the time when the sun will rise early in the morning in the summer
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time to know that age is no barrier to beauty

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Vines of Love

Two hearts beating as one
Entwined like a vine
The many colours of love's curling ends
Rolling fingers on canvas
Like soft gentle flaps of butterfly wings
Toe curling sighs of delight
Eating juiciest fruit from the vine
Creeping crawling whatever the calling
Under the moon's light
Twirling curling consuming
Caressing with words
Touching souls
Vine steadied around pillars of stairway
Love shading the night

poem by Persian Khushi
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Los Flores de la Luna

No one in the world
Be quite like you
With honeysuckle eyes

Happiness and sad
Flow through my roots
Like time through sand

I have seen the
Ever blooming lotus,
To grace these lips
Life’s most humorous

Happiness and sad
Flow through my roots
Like time through sand

Above all others
You are a flower
Growing ever more
Vibrant hour by hour

Happiness and sad
Flow through my roots
Like time through sand

All flowers will fade
As beauty will too,
But a beautiful mind
Will always remain new

Happiness and sad
Flow through my roots
Like time through sand

poem by Jeffrey McCambridge
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Love for a Season

The phrase has been said time and time again
It is better to have loved and lost love
Than never to have had love dreamed of
And, I s'pose, that's my solace in the end

Though she broke this loving heart in April
At least I had her in the Summertime
Waiting for the time her eyes would find mine
Memories I've had, linger even still

Though she broke this loving heart in April
At least I had her in Autumn's season
How love grew with no apparent reason
Memories I've had, linger even still

Though she broke this loving heart in April
At least I had her in the Wintertime
With her rosy cheeks and cold hands in mine
Memories I've had, linger even still

Oh, how she did break my heart in April
With tears streaming down our both our faces
Knowing we were going diff'rent places
Pain I felt then, it lingers even still

In the end I s'pose all we have are dreams
Oh, I wish love was easy as it seemed

((June 8th,2008))

poem by Danny Speicher
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Roots Bloody Roots

Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roooaaaaaahh

I believe
In Our Fate
We Don't Need To Fake
It's All We Wanna Be
Watch Me Freeeaaak !!

I Say
We're Growing Every Day
Getting Stronger In Every Way
I'll Take You To A Place
Where We Shall Find Our

Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots

Rain
Bring Me The Strength
Is Breeding Me This Way
To Get To Another Day
And All I Want To See
Set Us Free

Why
Can't You See
Can't You Feel
This Is Real
Ahhh

I Pray
We Don't Need To Change
Our Ways To Be Saved
That All We Wanna Be
Watch Us Freak

song performed by by Sepultura
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Today's Reflection...

what seed
are you?
what bird has
devoured you?
did you
have joy
without roots?
did you live
with the
thorns?
or that fertile ground
where you shall
bear fruit
a hundredfold
or just
thirty or just
nothing
but rocks
and sand?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Always Marry An April Girl

Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.

poem by Ogden Nash
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