Sweet scents red tulips
Red tulips bring such happiness
Our hearts are full of pleasure.
haiku by Natasa Tocuc
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Spring Flowers ~ Tulips
Tulips shyly smiling, greet the spring
Tightly closed when at
First we meet
Tulips slowly opening, begin to sing
Gaining volume
Ever sweet
No longer shy, as days grow longer,
Raising their heads
They begin to flirt
Tulips dressed in many a color
Breezes swirling
Each floral skirt
Tulips, brazen painted hussies,
Part their bright lips trying to seduce
The busy buzzing bees
Far too bold for dainty tussies
Vibrant Tulip flowers produce
Visions certain to please
poem by Mary Havran
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Bring It On Home To Me / You Send Me
(sam cooke)
Well if you ever want to come home to me
Ill still be here waiting
If you ever change your mind
About leaving, leaving me behind
Baby bring it to me, bring your sweet loving
Bring it on home to me
I know I laughed when you left
But now I know that I only hurt myself
Honey bring it to me, bring your sweet loving
Bring it on home to me
Let me tell you all about it
Ill give you tulips and money too
That aint all, that aint all Id do for you
If youll bring it to me, bring youre sweet loving
Bring it on home to me
You know Ill always be your slave
Until Im buried, buried in my grave
Oh honey bring it to me, bring your sweet loving
Bring it on home to me
I tried to treat you right
But you stayed out, stayed out late at night
But I forgive you
Bring it to me, bring your sweet loving
Bring it on home to me
Just remember this one thing darlin that
You, you, you send me, you know this one
You, you know darlin you send me
And I know that you, you thrill me
Honest you do, honest you do, honest you do
And I wanna tell you one thing that
And I know this one thing that
You send me honest you do, honest you do
Honest you do, let me tell you
When I get home youre always there for me
And I know that youre gonna send me
Honest you do, honest you do, honest you do
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Well you thrill me
Darlin youre always gonna send me
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Magic Meadows (Somewhere In Fantsayland)
In soft green magic
meadows
Quiet, lush, and serene,
Pattern a beautiful carpet,
Near a peaceful water
stream.
There will be little houses,
Standing in a row,
Around the houses, planted
lots of mistletoe.
Heathers lite the passion,
Between their world and
mine,
Planting lots of fruit trees,
So our fairy friends can dine.
Roses, Pansies, and Tulips
have lovely heads,
Fairies use the Tulips, for the
baby beds.
Bees, Butterflies, and Birds,
flying everywhere,
The sweet smell of Roses,
Perfume fills the air.
If I were a fairy, in that fairy
land,
I'd live in green lush meadows,
There I'd find my fairy man.
poem by Heather Burns
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Salimuang sa kanahan nga nangandoy ug anak
Ang amahan kugos ang duha ka anak
Ang inahan tapad
Posing silang upat sa kilid sa mga tulips
Balhin na pud sila sa tunga
Dayon sa tuo Sa wala Sa sentro
Pagkaanindot jud tan-awon ang ilang family Picture,
gusto sa pud unta ko pa-take ug family Picture
Pila ra gud unta pagposing sama nila
Maka-afford man sad kog bakasyon diha ba
Palit ug round trip ticket
Kuyog ang akong asawa
Maka-afford man sad kog palit ug digital camera
Bisan pa gani ug paliton nako ang mga tulips
Kanang tanang klase sa kolor
Apan ang problema ug duna bay baligya
Nga bata dihang lugara
Bisag for rent lang, para posing sad ming upat
Aron duna na koy
Family picture with the tulips in the states
Dayon akong i-email sa akong mga
Close nga higala
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Flowers for You
The future is a lot like choosing a flower to send.
If I've used this analogy before, I will make amend.
What type of flower should I send to you my dear?
Rose, Daisy, Tulip, a combination, it is still not clear.
The flower of choice for her is the Tulip you see.
The red Tulip means a declaration of love on bended knee.
Generally speaking, Tulips mean the perfect lover.
Oh no, by sending them to you, I've blown my cover.
Take care of your Tulips with love and compassion.
Their beauty will remind you of one who has passion.
Allow my water to quench your flower's thirst.
Fill your heart with my love until it should burst.
poem by Manager Poet
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Songs Of A Country Home
I
Who has not felt his heart leap up, and glow
What time the tulips first begin to blow,
Has one sweet joy, still left for him to know.
It is like early loves' imagining;
That fragile pleasure, which the Tulips bring,
When suddenly we see them, in the Spring.
Not all the gardens later royal train,
Not great triumphant Roses, when they reign,
Can bring that delicate delight again.
II
One of the sweetest hours is this;
(Of all I think we like it best
A little restful oasis,
Between the breakfast, and the post.
Just south of coffee, and of toast,
Just north of daily task and duty;
Just west of dreams, this Island gleams,
A fertile spot of peace and beauty.
We wander out across the lawn;
We idle by a bush in bloom;
The Household pets come following on;
Or if the day is one of gloom,
We loiter in a pleasant room
Or from a casement, lean and chatter.
Then comes the mail, like sudden hail,
And off we scatter.
III
When roses die, in languid August days,
We leave the Garden, to its fallen ways;
And seek the shelter of wide porticos,
Where Honeysuckle, in defiance blows
Undaunted by the Sun's too ardent rays.
The matron Summer, turns a wistful gaze
Across green valleys, back to tender Mays;
And something of her large contentment goes,
When roses die.
Yet all her subtle fascination stays
To lure us into idle sweet delays.
The lowered awning, by the hammock shows
Inviting nooks for dreaming and repose;
Oh, restful are the pleasures of those days
When roses die.
IV
The summer folk, fled back to town;
The green woods changed to red and brown;
A sound upon the frosty air
Of windows closing everywhere.
And then the log, lapped by a blaze.
Oh, what is better than these days;
With books and friends and love a-near;
Go on, gay world, but leave me here.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Tulips
An age being mathematical, these flowers
Of linear stalks and spheroid blooms were prized
By men with wakened, speculative minds,
And when with mathematics they explored
The Macrocosm, and came at last to
The Vital Spirit of the World, and named it
Invisible Pure Fire, or, say, the Light,
The Tulips were the Light's receptacles.
The gold, the bronze, the red, the bright-swart Tulips!
No emblems they for us who no more dream
Of mathematics burgeoning to light
With Newton's prism and Spinoza's lens,
Or berkeley's ultimate, Invisible Pure Fire.
In colored state and carven brilliancy
We see them now, or, more illumined,
In sudden fieriness, as flowers fit
To go with vestments red on Pentecost.
poem by Padraic Colum
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for Norma...
she sends pictures of
herself in Holland
with the tulips in full
bloom and teeming
as background,
beyond is the shadow
of the windmill,
the usual symbol of
what the place is
all about,
she is smiling
somehow mathematics
comes into the picture
a little analyzing goes
this way: she has cancer
and she does not tell
anybody, but how did i
know about it, is something
that i am original and
say resourceful in all
aspects: people feed people
with other people's malady
and they toast coffee
and have a sympathetic
talk about it,
she lives alone and thrives
on her monthly pension
something not more than
enough for
a chemotherapeutic
session, (how many sessions
more?)
did she wear a wig when
that picture was taken?
(how secretly do we keep
diseases
of the mind?) and how happy
can feigned happiness last?
how pretentious can pictures
be sometimes?
well, this must be that,
spread happiness, no matter
how fake it has become
people must be happy,
oh! these are the happy real
children of God.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunny Weather
Sunny weather
Sweet, moist, makes you want to run around in circles,
Bright, sun-filled, shining, summer,
Tulips, roses, spring, soon it will be brighter-
Sweet, shining, sunny weather.
Life isn't a tiptoe through the tulips.
quote by Shannon Hoon
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Blossoms Of May
May bloomed brilliant...
Wide eyed in blue skies
Dancing in daffodils and tulips
It's breeze-a gentle fragrance of mixtures
Embroidered in a colourful brocade of Spring sonnets
And embellished by the sweet warblers and their most melodious Psalms
poem by Theodora Onken
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My stars are all out
My tulips are unawake
I futilely wait
haiku by Norman Santos
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I See You
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
At your door second floor first world war
I love you
Who listens
Tell your friend Im aware that she care
Who listens
Green specks bright spiraling out in the sky
Catch my eye turn my head have to look dont know why
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I see you though your eyes can tell lies I sympathize,
I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
[guitar solo]
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I love you at your door second floor first world war
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
song performed by by Yes
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I See You
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
At your door second floor first world war
I love you
Who listens
Tell your friend Im aware that she care
Who listens
Green specks bright spiraling out in the sky
Catch my eye turn my head have to look dont know why
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I see you though your eyes can tell lies I sympathize,
I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
[guitar solo]
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I love you at your door second floor first world war
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
song performed by by Yes
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Magical Spring Time
Spring time, Oh spring time
Where flows life's rhyme
Tulips, daffodils and other flowers
Showing us all God's power
Gardens are full of flowers and weeds
Its time to sprout the magical seeds
That makes this world's show
And for that we all to God owe
A special thanks in life's rhyme
For sending His lovely spring time
Rainbow appears just after rain
Clear sky all brings us fain
Puddles, splashes and melting dew
Are lovely and magnificant views
Where rain drops come to the earth
To bring us happiness and mirth
And welcome us on this journey of life
Where we are all bound to survive
Spring time, oh spring time
Where flows life's rhyme
Where we are all on board
Ready with zest and packed for the road
And learn to here discover treasure
That no one can ever imagine or measure
And there just leave your heart's door ajar
And let your wings fly you afar
And let you enjoy the light that shines
And spread in life the happiness wine
For here comes the magical spring time
Where flows life's joyful rhyme.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Olfactory Satisfaction
The Honeysuckle and the Rose.
Perfume my garden differently.
There also my Sweet William grows.
Night scented stock abundantly.
Providing pleasure for my nose.
As well as beauty I can see.
I'm satisfied with flowers I chose.
I can enjoy them peacefully.
When day is done I meditate
Upon the pleasure which they bring.
Their scents combining to create.
A perfect sense of well being.
Natures aromatherapy.
Appears to work effectively.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Magical Spring Time
Spring time, Oh spring time
Where flows life's rhyme
Tulips, daffodils and other flowers
Showing us all God's power
Gardens are full of flowers and weeds
Its time to sprout the magical seeds
That makes this world's show
And for that we all to God owe
A special thanks in life's rhyme
For sending His lovely spring time
Rainbow appears just after rain
Clear sky all brings us fain
Puddles, splashes and melting dew
Are lovely and magnificant views
Where rain drops come to the earth
To bring us happiness and mirth
And welcome us on this journey of life
Where we are all bound to survive
Spring time, oh spring time
Where flows life's rhyme
Where we are all on board
Ready with zest and packed for the road
And learn to here discover treasure
That no one can ever imagine or measure
And there just leave your heart's door ajar
And let your wings fly you afar
And let you enjoy the light that shines
And spread in life the happiness wine
For here comes the magical spring time
Where flows life's joyful rhyme.
7th April,2009
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip down upon the northern shore
Dip down upon the northern shore
O sweet new-year delaying long;
Thou doest expectant nature wrong;
Delaying long, delay no more.
What stays thee from the clouded noons,
Thy sweetness from its proper place?
Can trouble live with April days,
Or sadness in the summer moons?
Bring orchis, bring the foxglove spire,
The little speed well's darling blue,
Deep tulips dash'd with fiery dew,
Laburnums, dropping-wells of fire.
O thou new-year, delaying long,
Delayest the sorrow in my blood,
That longs to burst a frozen bud
And flood a fresher throat with song.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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LXXXIII: Spring
Dip down upon the northern shore,
O sweet new-year, delaying long;
Thou doest expectant Nature wrong,
Delaying long, delay no more.
What stays thee from the clouded noons,
Thy sweetness from its proper place?
Can trouble live with April days,
Or sadness in the summer moons?
Bring orchis, bring the fox-glove spire,
The little speedwell's darling blue,
Deep tulips dashed with fiery dew,
Laburnums, dropping-wells of fire.
O thou, new-year, delaying long,
Delayest the sorrow in my blood,
That longs to burst a frozen bud,
And flood a fresher throat with song.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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How can you be content to be in the world like tulips in a garden, to make a fine show, and be good for nothing.
quote by Mary Astell
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