One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last,
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above -
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
There is a pulse.
One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them,
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
There is a pulse.
One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
There is a pulse.
The heart of the sea is a mother's heart
She is the great ancestral mother of all life on the planet
Deep within the mysterious waters of her womb
she conceived and gave birth to the first life form
which evolved into more complex organisms
that live on the land and in the air
She is an essential part of the planet's ecosystem
feeding the clouds which bring rain and snow
that sustain life on the earth
Through tiny ocean plants and photosynthesis
she removes carbon dioxide from the air
and converts it to more than one half of the oxygen
in the earth's atmosphere
She is the great food provider to the planet
having her own internal food chain
with tiny phytoplankton at the lower end
and enormous sharks and whales at the upper end
She feeds creatures from the land and air
that venture to fish in her waters
She is a thing of beauty even in her enraged fury
with massive waves towering over a hundred feet
and the seething white foam of her waters
This has been her action
even before the advent of man on the planet
Man must respect her behaviour
or suffer death and destruction if he does not
She is a thing of beauty in her calm stillness under the setting sun
which lights up the evening sky in its glorious splendour
and paints a glistening beam of light on the water's surface
in line with the sun and surrounds it
with brilliant colours of the rainbow
La Lune, La lune
Upon your hills highest point
We lay, awaiting as you to chase away the sun
Upon your hills all about we are strewn.
Object above so high, scientists swoon
Others call to you
in the form of three
Maiden Mother and Crone
Strong feminine deity
Earth and her beings are bound
to this Goddess so profound
Driving men insane
Casting darkened shadows in your wane
Driving seas and water to purge and flow
Beams like a lover's hand move so slow
Inspiring the brush of the artist
to forge Endymion's Sleep
Whilst others dance nude
Around a fire, offerings of love so deep
Artemis, Shiva, Isis,
Under any name, your followers
Ask for your guidance in crisis
Blamed for ravenous killings by the wolf
Your fullest nights, humans cowered in fear
Yet to others your light brings auspicious cheer
Oh how many tears have been cried under your light?
Oh how many times have your powers brought right?
Oh Luna do you see us in our devotional plight?
The way you spend your days with me
Truly make me see
How wonderful you really are
Like a night's shining star
Always knowing to try and do my best
Nothing could better in the world
No one could ever be the same
Or even the melody of your joyous name
white on blue
tears wave to
pain on cue"
~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
Cool is the air, cool is the sea,
Everything seems splendid, like season of blee.
Being on the banks, how I wonder…
God has created our planet, with no scope of blunder.
Flows with a flow, our flowing river,
Deludes everyone in sunshine, the flow of the silver.
Sings on high notes, a group of lark,
Accompanied by blossom flowers, on branches of the bark.
Mountains touch the widest sky,
Like one’s imagination, with an ambition so high.
Unsteady is my state of mind, trying to flee,
Similar to the wave, moving in the sea.
Around me was everything like the air I breathe,
Now I can only see nature endeavoring death.
Responsible are we, for we spoiled the blend,
The world which is dooming, is by our dirty hand.
There is no other way except praying on our knee,
Oh dear nature! Please guide, as your children are we,
We will take in our hands, to spread the glory of nature,
Oh dear mother! Enlighten our way with your nomenclature.
-‘Panchi’ Panchal Hitesh
I am Mother Nature's earned retreat
and she surely has her reasons,
she needs a break from the demands,
made by the other seasons.
Spring insists on soft pastels,
Fall boasts orange hues bright,
Summer spins her color wheel.
Me? I'm fine in white.
When mother lays her paintbrush down,
I do my very best,
to sketch a silver tapestry,
while she takes a rest.
On the shoulders of a North wind
my icy fingers freeze, while
lacy snowflakes dance and sway
like diamonds in the breeze.
Known as January,
I’m beautiful, windy and wild,
always welcoming me with open arms,
I'm Mother Nature's favorite child.
I opened my eyes for the first time,
Only to see someone with shining eyes,
I didn't knew then who she was,
Gleaming at my face, she cheerfully smiled.
She carried me in her arms,
So comfortable & so wide,
As i saw many other's too,
Expressing their love alike.
I tried saying something,
Long after i opened my eyes,
All i could say was '' MA'',
And tears crawled from her eyes.
I didn't knew why she was crying,
Did i do something wrong?
I didn't even knew what i said,
That made her cry&smile so long!
She made me sit on her back,
And often take me for a ride,
I used to be thrilled and amazed,
Cackling my way with pride.
Time flew by,she held me right,
Now was the time to walk and stride,
All the way down to her,
I fell stumbled and fell as i went to her,
And then finally i pushed my leg,
A little forward to take a walk,
And once more i did the same,
With happiness she yelled"Yes! You came!"
I did it again but lost myself,
And fell into her arms by then,
She hugged me and kissed my cheek,
With happiness and love,i felt so sweet!
And now when i look at my child,
I know everything what she feels alright,
That who m i and why at her i smile,
And cheer with joy as she walked a mile,
With time she will realize my worth,
That i am the one who gave her birth,
And will always love her till my last breath, Like my MOM
till the death bed,
And even after if i die,
I ll be her angel around and fly,
And all my happiness lies within her,
Forever and ever as I AM YOUR MOTHER!
When a Mother gives' Birth
She give's it with Love
She sore's to the High Heaven
To the Christ,
Fore She is giving birth
A gift from above...
Such a complication device
Devised by God
In order to herd His children
For that traipse to eternity
And only Heaven knows
When that will be.....
For they are awaiting
To that honorable place
Yes, the Mother gives' Birth
A gift to the World
Rather it be a baby boy
A baby girl...
Their love is so innocent
Innocent and free
Shaped and molded by
The like's of you and me
Yes, they are our
Hope's and dream's
For the next generation
Marred by frustration
Self-loathe and indignation
Yet, they do follow threw
To start a new nation
A nation to be
A nation of one
One where people
Shall be delivered
All soon to become One
Where the Will of Christ
Shall be done'
For this is their Heaven
And this is their Earth
Fighting twin evil inclination
Just awaiting the time of
Where the lineage of time
Is their only Salvation
Another simple case of
The blind leading the blind
In hopes' and dreams'
I do feel the presence of God,
As I feel the presence of my mother,
Like God she is still a faith, a force.
She is a god personified.
Wherever I go whatever I do,
I feel all of her.
She is beyond god-
Indian philosophy calls it Dwait.
If seeing is believing
I do not believe in miracles.
I was yet to experience one.
While flying from
Uruguay to America,
I had some fearful problems,
Some real, some nightmares.
Gomi Ba came as a protecting force,
Giving an edge over my problems.
If the theory of recarnation exists,
My mother exists in spirit and soul.
Contest: I remember Mama
The poem was written while I traveled from Uruguay to USA (Charlotte NC)
Gomi is the name of my mother and BA means ma or mother.
The very words Dwaita means dualism and Advaita means non dualism. One shoud know what are these two. Dwait means one can approach God thro' a medium i.e. Guru or Mother. Adwait means Guru or Mother is God for you.
Hinduism says one is human soul or consiousness or jeevatma and the second one is cosmic soul or God or Paramatma.
Advaita phylosophy says both are one at the same. For this they give several examples: Ornaments like necklace, chain, ring, eaarstuds etc made of gold. Even thiough they are identified as individual objects they have come out of gold only and when melted become gold only.
Similarly when we keep several mirrors outside during day time, the reflection of solar sun can be seen separately in each mirror. Whjen the mirrors are removed to a shade, the reflection disappears. Therefore the soul in all beings is nothing but a reflection of cosmic soul. The moment the body is decayed the souls reflection get disappeared. The philosophy says people believe existace of individual souls as real due to only illusion. The moment the illusion is gone one will gain the Jnana of nondualism. Adi Sankara profounded this theory.