Pantoum on Nature's Patience
Surviving all to seize the hour;
A firm reward: a solitary flower.
With pinch of time to propagate -
Of seed and chance, it must await.
A firm reward: a solitary flower,
But motionless, the dainty tower.
Of seed and chance, it must await
And not by dreams or wishing fate.
But motionless, the dainty tower -
Completion lies in gusty power,
And not by dreams or wishing fate.
Unmindful patience; whither date?
Completion lies in gusty power
To cast its genes by seed in shower.
Unmindful patience; whither date? -
To dance in wind, from taut and straight.
The bantam form remains sedate.
With pinch of time to propagate:
An airy blow it must devour,
Surviving all to seize the hour.
poem by Mark R Slaughter (2009)
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My Wilted Flower
Your waking dreams
I hear your screams
Of the hour
My wilted flower
All alone
Can’t go home
You must cower
My wilted flower
So much pain
Standing in the rain
You are not of power
My wilted flower
You run away
And there you stay
In the cold rain shower
My wilted flower
Memories of all the hate
Your horrible fate
They no longer tower
My wilted flower
In peace you die
I mustn’t cry
Your last hour
My wilted flower
~2009~
poem by Jennifer Cramer
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Sonnet: Patience
Wait for thy day, hour, opportunity;
Things don’t happen always as per scheduled;
Patience’s, a magical ability;
Than when hot, a man can do more when cooled.
Patience pays the user rich dividends!
The more one waits, the more will be returns;
The cracks in mind of revenge, patience mends;
Reward is sure before they take thine urns.
Wait on and on but seize thy golden chance,
That seldom knocks doors of a waiting heart;
Patience is asset when you time your dance;
If ill-chosen, it capsizes life’s cart.
Remarkable is Patience in man’s craft,
That works wonders, tho’ late in every art.
poem by John Celes
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The Flower
Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.
Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
"Splendid is the flower!"
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The Flower~
THE FLOWER
Have you wondered?
Wondered how I came about..
It was by the seed
The seed that got life!
Seed that is fed day and night
Fed with fertility and water
It took me a while...
A while to start merging
Merging from the womb
The womb of the earth
The womb that covers all
The womb that people step on
Made of dust, soil maybe sand
Merging out to see the light
Fresh air and sun light
Yes, I was first a seed then a plant
A plant that grew with colors
Grew tall and higher
Grew higher trying to reach the sky
I wasn't building a tower
Or try to gain any power
It was just me the flower
The flower that has color
The colors of my superpower
The colors that can be any talent
The colors that illuminate as sun rises
Yes! ! I am the flower
The flower that creates balance of power
The power that exists in life
More specific the balance in nature
Take me well...
Take me as you flower!
And let your eyes empower
Empower what nature offer as ours
Sonnet: My Wait is Almost Over
A little breeze to blow, I long await,
With summer show’rs of rain to lessen heat;
For God to open yet another gate:
For patience still to pull off my great feat.
For silver lining in the clouds, I wait;
For clouds that hide both sun and moon- to move;
Some writing on the wall to change my fate;
To feel the magic of my Maker’s love.
A ray of light in darkness, I await;
A bit to hope in despair, incessant;
A better weather in my life till date;
My dreams to become true, I badly want.
My world is changing for my good, of late,
And things come round: I know not still the date.
9-17-2002
poem by John Celes
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No More Lies
There's a darkened sky before me
There's no time to prepare
Salvage a last horizon
But no regrets from me
Maybe I'll be back some other day
To live again just who can say
In what shape or form that I might be
Just another chance for me
A hurried time no disgrace
Instead of racing to conclusion
And wishing all my life away
No-one can stop me now
Time is up it couldnt last
But there's more things I'd like to do
I'm coming back to try again
Someday maybe I'll wait till then
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
They're all sitting at my table
Talking tall and drinking wine
Their time is up just like me
But they just dont know it yet
So just a word of warning
When you're in your deepest dreams
There's nothing you can hide from
I've got my eye on you
The clock is fast the hour is near
Eventful past is everclear
My life is set the time is here
I think I'm coming home
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
A hurried time no disgrace
Instead of racing to conclusions
And wishing all your life away
No-one can stop me now
Time is up it couldnt last
But there's more things I'd have to do
I'm coming back to try again
Someday maybe I'll wait till then
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
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A Dream Of Evolution....
shall a seed be
a seed forever?
do you not dream
someday that it shall
be planted
so that it can sprout
and grow
and then finally see
its flower
and fruit?
must the flower and fruit
be just the same
like the rest of the histories of
the other seeds
of their own form and kind?
must i hope
for an evolution
a seed turning
into a bee
a bee into
a butterfly into wind
into star?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Flower
When unknown Gods
Planted the seed,
To blossom
In breathtaking colour and scent.
Such beauty we would always need.
But the flower of love
Always came and went.
Don't crush it in your hand
Don't rush it,
Understand.
Every second, every hour
Cherish.
But perish
Will your flower.
Now dried.
And dead in Winter field.
For others
Spring time will be revealed.
As fate does wait
The seeds are cast.
We agonise of Summers past.
To dwell and bathe in sunlit dew.
Where once
Our fragile flower grew.
poem by Kevin East
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Poor plastic Flower
My mother in law loves flower
This is our trial
My wife in denial
As she plants a flower
She has a brown thumb
This makes me glum
For she can’t even grow a plum
She has plastic flowers
And those took a powder
Poor plastic flower
A flower needs water
To give it power
She forget this every hour
That is why her flowers are powder
Her plastic flower had power
Until it's last hour
The vase did tower
As it was full of water
Poor plastic flower
poem by Keith Wells
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At This Hour.
Like a jazz trumpet
You sunset
A crowded room.
Like a flower
You choose to bloom
At this hour.
I am just a psychedelic
1960's relic.
To romance you
In a dance
Who
Will chance
Wishing on midnight moons.
In lovers trance
This poet swoons
- Who plays
London's arty cafe's
Painting breezes
As they applaud.
My words are my sword.
In Van Gogh fashion
My manic passion
Rhyming with the masters last breath.
Both famous after our death.
Our beauty
Hangs in galleries apart.
Yet
Both with brush stroke
Are the choke of a heart.
Praying a love won't depart.
And you rise
In a blue mist
Of a full moon's eyes.
At this hour.
Your naked steps
Waltz
On virgin sand
I cower,
As oceans are fanned
With
Breathless adieus.
Until you choose
Your star.
Left tapping on a darkened door.
This poet raps no more.
Now silent and poor.
Dreams -
Pacing the floor
With echoing shoes.
I lose.
Will kisses now ripen
Or sour.
The flower of our seed
Or stranded garden weed.
Mean I slowly bleed
Fading with that promise
At this hour.
poem by Kevin East
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A Fairy Tale of Sorts
There once was a flower who learned how to think
evolving to harness it's best chance of life
no visible brain and no definite link
to show how or when it fell on its own knife.
For as it evolved it saw chances to rest
relying on beauty for its future seed,
as man, captivated this plant at its best
and so cultivated this true prize indeed.
As the flower developed it petals and sheen
increasingly moving away from its roots
no nectar was needed, no insects were seen
as man took his cuttings, they worked in cahoots.
Till one day the flower changed one stroke too far
assuming the men would attend,
so just as the fate of the Tsaress and Tsar,
the strings of their genes met a quite abrupt end.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Messiah
From another place,
one seed
fell here,
on the edge of this hill.
This now-tall spreading
knew no surrender
No other measured
this steely purpose,
this was no war of proof
but your sure
becoming,
in isolation
from their gusty winds
and now you bend with the gale which blows
and your needle shower
scourges the bare blasted Scottish rock
and solitary pine,
you know the strange happiness
of your desolate home
and I know that
I shall come again...
poem by Raimi Stranger
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Love's Like A Flower
Love like a flower has to blossom
and grow! With tender loving care,
it could happen, you know. For love
like a flower, must have a seed to
start, like the seed you implanted,
within my heart! Love like the flower,
needs it's time and it's space, to
enfold and behold, all it's beauty
and grace. But unlike the flower,
as the time passes by, my love,
will never, wither nor die!
poem by Audrey Heller
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Sonet VI
As in the hostel by the bridge I sate,
Nailed with indifference fondly deemed complete,
And (O strange chance, more sorrowful than sweet)
The counterfeit of her that was my fate,
Dressed in like vesture, graceful and sedate,
Went quietly up the vacant village street,
The still small sound of her most dainty feet
Shook, like a trumpet blast, my soul's estate.
Instant revolt ran riot through my brain,
And all night long, thereafter, hour by hour,
The pageant of dead love before my eyes
Went proudly; and old hopes, broke loose again
From the restraint of wisely temperate power,
With ineffectual ardour sought to rise.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Behind This
Nature, makes fly,
Little butterfly,
on the flower,
in morning hour.
The tiny bee,
one can see,
always busy,
not she lazy.
The naughty wind,
thus entwined
and pollinate;
writing fate,
of future seed...
Nature indeed,
behind this game,
in her realm.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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White Flower
White Flower
By: Adam M. Snow
Let bloom my lil white flower;
for you, my love will shower.
You're still but a seed;
I can see you're full of creed
You are also young;
there's nothing left unsung.
You are my lil white flower;
you shine this very hour.
You are gentle to the touch;
you mean so much.
You're the reason why;
I refuse to die.
You are my lil white flower;
for you, my love will shower.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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I Am He
I am he,
Spoke the acorn to the tree
Said the flower to the seed
Replied the wind to the breeze
And standing up in awe
Stood an oak tree standing tall
And below his roots did lie
The acorn who did cry
That I am he.
Like the wind who fathers the breeze
Or the flower, who nourishes the seed
To grow up and be like he
I am he.
I am he said the father to the sky
And the stars in the night
To his son that he held
To become like himself
And I am he.
I am he
Said the raven to its young
And the bear to its cub
And the wind to the breeze
That I am he.
And looking up in belief
Lied an acorn from a tree
From which that it had fallen
Knowing he had been calling’
To be like he.
So, I am he
Like the father is the child
And the flower is the seed
The raindropp to the sea
I am he!
And he is me
Replied the oak tree to the seed.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Workin' Man (Nowhere To Go)
Wishing well, wish me well
on a dream bought with a penny
wishing well, time will tell
I can see that there are so many
lonely faces stare from your pool
and I can\'t bear to see a fool tonight
so make it right wishing well
wishing well, could you tell, as I stood beside her
did you know she would go
then why did you hide it
if you knew then I\'d be without her now
you could have let me know somehow
can\'t wish and tell, wishing well
wishing well, cast a spell, send her love\'s sweet emotion
do your part, touch her heart with truest devotion
If there\'s a chance, I won\'t believe we\'re thru
show me wishes still come true
it\'s up to you, wishing well
Show me wishes still come true,
It\'s up to you, wishing well
its up to you, wishing well
it\'s up to you, wishing well
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The Bent Flower
There once was a flower,
Who, at an untimely hour,
Began to crook to one side.
The poor little flower,
Would no longer tower,
In the field full of green grass and snow.
But from yonder came a man,
With nothing but a pan,
And sat by the badly bent flower.
And the man sat with the flower day and night,
Helping it get through its plight,
But came the following day.
That within an hour,
The man who sat with the flower,
Was gone like night during day.
poem by Tro Missaelian
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1,000,000 Watts Of Love
There comes a time when
You need a good friend
But all that you have
Is that glowing screen
You know you could fly
Your hate a run high
But youve been squeezed in
To that same old scene
You know what I mean
Turn up the power
This is the hour
From every tower
Shout it from above
Turn up the power
This is the hour
From every tower
A million watts of love
By turning that switch
Youre finding your niche
And you could tell then
Where to put the advice
You should get back in
Its time to jack in
Well help you hack in
To that glowing life
You wont have to think twice
song performed by by Information Society
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