Fragrance
Awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
An abundance of white innocence
Raining at me, very giving
Very kind
Impressions of you
From the first couple of times
Your eyes, your smile
The touch of your hand
The smile kept blooming
While awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
A surprising sudden elation
Growing intense
My thoughts dance
With the flowers
In circles all encompassing
Struck by the magic in that moment
Movement, eternity
Solid with a sharp edge
Cutting through time and space
So complete and independent
They are no longer mine
No I cant possess them
As I cant possess you
Too small really
To be able to hold
To be able to stay
Awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
An abundance of white innocence
I keep
That beautiful piece of memory.
poem by Dharinee Bapat
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Woman
In my eyes, as my eyes being but two
Their is nothing more beautiful and
exciting as a Woman true.
GOD has created His flowers and his trees,
But in my eyes He never really created
until He created Woman.
She with hair as long as the grass
blowing in the breeze.
She with eyes as bright and deep as
the sun awaiting for me.
Eyes that can search a mans soul for
his woe, and feels it with happiness.
She with a smile as a rainbow arriving
after the storm.
The smile and rainbow many men had
searched for, so to feel our soul with warmth.
She with a body and walk as an Angel,
That stops mans breadth in His lungs.
She with the gift of life, that gives an old
man the right again to feel young.
She with a scent of Her own that no one
but Her owns.
As the rose and dewdrops has their own
she has hers, but alas theirs can be owned.
GOD created the flowers and trees, and all
the beauty of this world.
And I know I wouldn't be alone when I speak.
Take your leaves, and take your trees.
Take your rose, and take your snow.
But I beg of you GOD please, women to me, leave.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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All it is I’d give for her Summer to be mine
Black and white stripes rule the torso of her design,
As skin tight denim rides the contours of her thighs,
All it is I’d give for her summer to be mine
For her winter to be concealed within the sky,
Awaiting the child high from herbs to get up off the curb melting, Awaiting emotion to be felt in the movement.
Awaiting descent into Madness’ palms, knowing she’ll keep
Her calm in the heat of passion, riding as though it were the fashion to
Dash the dreams of lovers young as they lie upon the pavement.
poem by David Lacey
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Shakened And Awaiting On A Meter
I am not going to bide my time,
Shakened and awaiting on a meter!
To watch it eat up a clock...
With time I think,
That I've got.
I am not going to bide my time,
Shakened and awaiting on a meter...
'Cause,
I've never had it like that...
With time to sit back,
And to waste.
When Winter melts...
A new season comes to start.
When Spring arrives...
The budding on the trees are seen.
Flowers begin to bloom.
Birds begin to sing.
When Summer comes,
Humid and bringing on a sticky heat.
This is followed by Autumn...
And the leaves then fall from trees.
Blowing everywhere on the streets.
And forgetting all the beauty of the colors.
Mixed and drifting with each other.
When Winter melts,
A new season comes to begin.
The budding on the trees are seen.
Flowers begin to bloom.
Birds begin to sing.
And...
People mingling with each other.
No matter what the skin or the color.
I am not going to bide my time,
Shakened and awaiting on a meter...
'Cause,
I've never had it like that...
With time to sit back,
And to waste.
With people mingling with each other.
No matter what the skin or the color.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Portofino Sounds So Far Away!
It is the story of nights
When love somnoles for a while
While near the window, a dogwood tree
Blossoms in white, in flowers, in time
It is the story well known
When I hold your hand
To stay where we are, or just
To stay
For with time, between two kisses
Suddenly, love leaves for a while
In lavender, in tears, in promises
All goes, between two kisses
On an August night
It is the story others only know
The story which, with time, becomes ours
Between two goodbyes, at a train station
On an October night
And, as I look back
To the times we never had, alone,
To the fears that kept us up, alone,
After a promise was shared, alone,
I smile. For it is the story
I was told when young
When date trees grew near
Fig trees, and when high tide
Brought the bluest sea to our door
When we were told that with time
All goes, between two dogwood white petals
Falling
Or when in your eyes I lost
The times we never had
Alone
October 31,2008
poem by Vahe Kazandjian
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Fruit Not Felled By The Wind
old fruit trees shedding petals in the wind
fragrant lily white petals strew green grass
before wedding of tree love born on wind
flowers endure grace old trees with fruit
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Be An Example!
Banks of rivers and ponds have screw pines,
that has the flower, so fragrant and divine,
the smell invites from the distant, but the cobras guard,
Guards are distracted for the blooms to be extracted.
The elongated leaf like petals are folded,
To keep on the plaited hair of the young damsels,
When the season for blooming arrives,
Our girls are fragrant with screw pines flowers.
We play under the sun all day long,
Oiled hair friends of us at our side, tag along,
We run around the village paths and tunnels,
Sprint after the calves and kids that are innocent.
Innocence of us preserved, nothing to contaminate,
Additives and preservatives not added, to manipulate,
Removing the innocence from our children is a crime,
When adults are disoriented, how to sublime?
Disinfectants to keep the place germ free,
Innocence to keep the heart hurt free,
Let them know about it when the time comes,
Until then let the adults be the examples to them.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Ramdas Choi Chang poems 5
Ramdas
Choi Chang
Poems 5
Poem 1.
One has a right to judge,
What is right or what is wrong,
Adult and mature men are too wise,
They know what is right, they are mirror like,
Can prove
right what is left,
Left what is right!
Poem number 2
Telescopes used to see distant objects,
Microscopes are used to see micro objects,
A friend and a foe both use these,
foe uses telescope to see at good virtues
friend uses to see your faults,
Man has still scope here on earth,
Friend uses microscope to find good virtues but
foe uses it to find faults!
Life is kelideoscope
because all scopes are in our own eyes!
Poem 3
Innocence is far better
Ignorance is inexcusable,
Kid's smile is so beautiful
Than smile of an adult,
Innocence smiles in kid,
Egoless heart shines more in that smile;
Ignorance smiles in adult,
May be arrogance or ego shine more than the smile!
Poem 4.
Everyone has freedom of choice,
Every moment is matter of choice,
Some may be good,
some may be wrong,
choice of freedom is more natural than freedom of choice for some!
Poem 5.
This world has two poles,
May be called dipoles,
Thin invisible line separate both,
Some times right has to go wrong,
to prove what is wrong,
But wrong need not to right to prove what is right!
Poem 6
Men and woman are always wonderful,
Some may be beautiful or good,
some may be ugly or bad,
Some flowers are beautiful,
Some are fragrant,
Rare are those who are both!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Will The Circle Be Unbroken
(ada ruth habershon)
I was standing by my window
On one cold and cloudy day
I saw the hearse come a-rolling
For it carried my mother away
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
Well I call out undertaker
Undertaker, please drive slow
For this body you are holding
Lord I hate to see her go
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
I will follow close beside her
Try to hold on and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
In the sky lord, in the sky
In the sky lord,
In the sky lord,
In the sky!
song performed by by Waterboys
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Away Lover In Romania
when I lay in my bed and think about you
when I love you so much I don't know what to do
when I feel your warmth at my side
The pain in my heart moves to my eyes
eyes come in to tears..tears
So far away yet always so near
You are the reason I am still be here.
when I awaiting the times when we can talk
when I awaiting the times we can finally hold hands and walk
To feel you for real... so close to me and you too
The one happiest person in the world is what you would make me.
Your eyes shine like a million suns
You shine more brightly than anyone
Your smile so sweet can help me and make me smile
It stops my world even for a little while
and it stops my times even for a little while
when I await the time, when my hand is in yours
To hear you say those 4 little words.
i love you Meta
There are still no words I can say to describe
My heart it aches and my eyes they cry
But when we talk my heart flies
you always wipe away the tears I cry.
Even thought you aren't here
And I miss you so much my dear
and i miss you so much my teacher
I'll love you forever and ever (Meta)
I'll always love you my far away lover.(Meta)
k.t
poem by Khushi throne
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A Memory
I remember
The crackle of the palm trees
Over the mooned white roofs of the town…
The shining town…
And the tender fumbling of the surf
On the sulphur-yellow beaches
As we sat… a little apart… in the close-pressing night.
The moon hung above us like a golden mango,
And the moist air clung to our faces,
Warm and fragrant as the open mouth of a child
And we watched the out-flung sea
Rolling to the purple edge of the world,
Yet ever back upon itself…
As we…
Inadequate night…
And mooned white memory
Of a tropic sea…
How softly it comes up
Like an ungathered lily.
poem by Lola Ridge
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Once more
Gods place, paradise, heaven
It was just more than that
First time you kissed me, when
When your lips and mine had contact
White clouds, blue sky, flowers blooming
Butterflies, rabbits, couple of doves
On green trees lots of birds singing
For us singing songs of love
That heavenly moment, I can't explain
That happy moment even from my deep hearts core
So come baby make me feel like that again
Bring your lips to mine and kiss me once more…
The end
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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Their Cups No Longer Runneth Over
No one is entitled to take,
From anyone...
What is not theirs,
To take in the making.
And those who believe,
They are owed thieving priviledges...
Will one day become overwhelmed,
By their undoing done.
As the depth of the true debt they will pay,
From that taking away that has been displayed...
To fill their cups,
No longer runneth over.
'Do you believe what I've been giving to you,
I've been getting from the trees? '
~...and,
You are going to tell me you haven't?
This is too traumatic for me.
Well...
From where has the feeding of my excess,
Come? ~
'Not from the trees.
Although they do have an abundance of leaves.
It has not been from the trees the feeding of your excess,
Has come...
To give you the delusion,
That a thumbing of your nose is deserved by anyone.'
~What is going to be done? ~
'Your raking of those leaves.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember
No feeling nothing
Envelope not closed
weightless odourless
Font pre-set.
No touch no emotion
No colours no affection
Flat questions flat answers
Plant trees having no leaves
No flowers No no life
Not like this.
Remember, Ours artful earth
Has lovely scent fresh jasmine
All white fragrant flowers.
Truth and peace reign supreme
Love and love the bond
Life's eternal cream.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Awaiting Glory,
Awaiting glory,
I’m awaiting that house of hopes,
In my Father’s house I keep on calling,
That my work’s on earth hast the reward,
Bless me in all my thoughts,
That my value is another awaiting glory,
Come and understand that life is all beautiful,
That great thought,
I will never fail but avail,
Come and understand that life is all beautiful,
There is no more hesitation in your house,
There is that glory,
I will never fail but increase with my Father’s glory.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Dance, Dance Everywhere!
Dance, Dance Dance
everywhere,
When I look at the sky,
I see the clouds dance
Into steps of winds
My heart dance when I watch clouds dance!
How it can make me dance?
Without any tune or beats,
Its own beats me my heart dance.
Some strange tune it sings in silence and dance!
When I see at shore of ocean waves that dance,
Some birds in sky fly and dance,
On the waves boats that to the tune of waves, dance,
My mind sing lyricless
music to which it dance!
When I walk along the beach,
The headless crown of palm trees with wide open hands dance,
Watching them dance trees start their dance!
When I on countryside, green paddy fields dance,
Looking at them, the bird on the branch dance!
When walk along, trees with fruits dance,
And to its own rustling music, leaves dance!
When I walk in the park,
Plants with flowers dance!
Looking at the graceful dance flowerless dance,
When I move on street, hope and hap dance,
Seeing at them even hopeless an hapless to dance!
Smile on faces with hope dance,
Wrinkles on the forehead of hapless dance!
When I look at people in them mind dance,
In some happiness dance,
In some sorrowfulness dance,
Some I found with desperation dance
In some their laziness dance,
In some saintliness dance,
Most of the time wickedness dance,
And in some other dreams that dance!
Success that dance with some,
Distress that in unsuccessful dance,
In some hearts mercy that dance
Together with love and kindness dance!
Some where cookedness dance,
And some where innocence dance,
In every nation either hunger dance,
Or in people's mind anger that dance,
Either corruption in corrupt mind dance,
Or those systems on the heart of people dance!
Dance, dance, dance everywhere,
It is time for my soulful dance,
If you see somewhere some other type of dance
Just sing it dance
and let no other see the pain in your heart dance
Hide it with that unfailable lips on which smile may dance
Dance, Dance, dance,
Tune your steps with eternal dance!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Hawaiian
SANDALWOOD, you say, and in your thoughts it chimes
With Tyre and Solomon; to me it rhymes
With places bare upon Pacific mountains,
With spaces empty in the minds of men.
Sandalwood!
The Kings of Hawaii call out their men,
The men go up the mountains in files;
Hands that knew only the stone axe now wield the iron axe:
The sandalwood trees go down.
More sandalwood is called for:
The men who hunt the whale will buy sandalwood;
The Kings would change canoes for ships.
Men come down from the mountains carrying sandalwood on their backs;
More and more men are levied;
They go up the mountains in files; they leave their taropatches so that famine comes down on the land.
But this sandalwood grows upon other trees, a parasite;
It needs a growing thing to grow upon;
Its seed and its soil are not enough for it!
Too greedy are the Kings;
Too eager are the men who hunt the whale to sail to
Canton with fragrant wood to make shrines for the
Buddhas;
Too sharp is the iron axe!
Nothing will ever bring together again
The spores and the alien sap that nourished them,
The trees and the trees they would plant themselves
upon:
Like the myths of peoples,
Like the faiths of peoples,
Like the speech of peoples,
Like the ancient creation chants,
The sandalwood is gone!
A fragrance in shrines
But the trees will never live again!
poem by Padraic Colum
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Small Trees
I am little like the small trees,
These are at least bigger than flowering plants,
The richness of theirs is far superior to us.
Since they are richer and we are taller,
The magnificent colours shine as they do.
Greenness is our nature as trees,
Whilst they are always colourful
More than us.
The tree of bigness is a lethal organ,
One we sit by and watch growing older.
Then the small trees subjugate the other trees
Far smaller, but we are supposed to respect
The bigger trees, they are certainly not the biggest.
The best of us are longer in health,
Whilst I am little for I am a small tree.
poem by Naveed Akram
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White Innocence
She drifted from some minor festival.
Didnt look like any sumrner of love:
Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field.
She was the hand to fit my glove.
Funny thing, the innocence of the lonely.
Funny thing, the charm of the young.
See how she moves just like two angels (in white innocence).
Yet one of them is on the run.
The others tapping at my car window
And Im squinting through the sun
Trying to see if shes some child of the nineties:
Or just another dangerous fantasy of mine.
Yeah. white innocence.
She was white innocence.
A perfect hole was in her stocking:
It made a perfect window to her heart.
I could have moved among her waterfalls:
Her misty curtains drawn apart.
Did she see warm safety in my numbers
To want to hitch a ride this way?
Felt like I was taking her to market now
To be sold as the last lot of the day.
Funny thing, the distance of the lonely.
Funny thing, the charm of the young.
White innocence.
She pressed the button, lowered the window:
Let her hand trail in the slipstream of the night.
A frost from nowhere seemed to lick her fingers:
I could have warmed them, but the moment wasnt right.
Obvious, she was headed nowhere special:
Yes, well it was even obvious to me.
I was doing some, some watching, some waiting:
Shed been here before, most definitely.
There was the promise of early bed-time.
There was the promise of heaven on earth.
Think I was sending out low-voltage electricity:
Played it right down for what it was worth.
She turned and looked at me in white innocence
And with the clearest eyes of forever grey
She rested one small hand for a second on my knee:
I stopped the car. she walked away.
Funny thing, the wisdom of the lonely.
Funny thing, the charm of the young.
Away you go now.
White innocence.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Spring's Rebirth
This is the time of year being that everything is awakening – once again-
Flowers are blooming everywhere-
Crocuses, daffodils and Cherry blossoms- and
Dogwood, both white and pink
Adorn nature’s window-
The time it is when my father passed away-
And many years ago I became a woman
At the beginning of spring’s equinox-
When everything is becoming
Emerald green and supple as every leaf unfolds on every tree-
I have found bluebirds’ nests upon branches while
Monarch butterflies gently flutter about grasses and perch upon dandelion’s petals-
For many this is the time of year
Tears and wrathfulness have been left behind and
At dawn birds sing a chorus to welcome a new day-
I would laugh if I had no care and
Sing if a tune would only awaken my spirit although
My soul once did a graveyard dance as
My father’s stone brought back multitudes of memories and
I see the ocean though only in my thoughts and recall
That my mother’s ashes were scattered at sea-
It has been nearly twenty years since we were a family-
Tears were hardly shed over the loss only because
In my family’s eyes I could do no right-
As lovely and fragrant as my father’s rose garden could be,
It is long gone and just as
Spring is a time of rebirth for trees, flowers and
A time for celebration-
Travels, longer days and evening thunderstorms-
For me and the essence of my existence this is a time
Long walks in the woods and early morning awakening-
Having abandoned sadness of past memories,
Freedom from being unfairly misunderstood-
And growth within myself in many ways-
Spring is a time for rebirth for trees, flowers and
Creeks are seemingly overflowing as I can hear the gentle breeze
Rustling the newborn leaves upon every tree-
Spring rains shall wash away and drown past remembrances as
I too- in spirit, mind and soul have also been reborn-
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Pruning Flowering Gums
One summer day, along the street,
Men pruned the gums
To make them neat.
The tender branches, white with flowers,
Lay in the sun
For hours and hours,
And every hour they grew more sweet,
More honey-like
Until the street
Smelt like a hive, withouten bees.
But still the gardeners
Lopped the trees.
Then came the children out of school,
Noisy and separate
As their rule Of being is. The spangled trees
Gave them one heart:
Such power to please
Had all the flowering branches strown
Around for them
To make their own.
Then such a murmuring arose
As made the ears
Confirm the nose
And give the lie to eyes. For hours
Child bees hummed
In the honey flowers.
They gathered sprigs and armfuls. Some
Ran with their fragrant
Burdens home,
And still returned; and after them
Would drag great boughs.
Some stripped a stem
Of rosy flowers and played with these.
Never such love
Had earthly trees
As these young creatures gave. By night,
The treasured sprays
Of their delight
Were garnered every one. The street
Looked, as the council liked it, neat.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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