Best Neem Poems
Chinnu, the chipmunk got a gift, a corn,
from her best friend, Hugo, the hippo.
She planned to eat the tasty corn soon,
and meet Hugo the next afternoon
to give him a large pear that she’d stored
in her burrow near the neem tree.
An idea sparked in Chinnu’s brain then.
She thought, ‘Why can’t I give Hugo right now
his return gift?’ - but did not know how.
It was late evening and getting dark,
still, she hurried and leapt across the park
and looked for Hugo here and there.
Nowhere to find him, she felt very sad
and sat near the swamp, feeling so bad.
“Hello my friend”, there came a voice
from behind. Chinnu turned back to find
her friend right there and felt so glad.
She gave the pear to Hugo, the hippo.
He gulped it at once and said with a smile
“what a yummy treat I got to eat!”
Date: 03/10/2023
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In the midst of fiery crises
I miss cool, shady oases
O, Fountain, spring forth your fresh water
revive my land to evergreen
O, Abdim's storks, will you perch my neem?
O, white-feather, flaunting egrets
harbingers of rain,
and night croaking toads,
I've missed your glad tidings again
In the midst of hot desert dunes
I miss monsoons
and rows of sorghum
demarcated by a sorrel hedge
I miss evening drizzles
and their running clouds
nightly torrents
and showers between sunshines
Door arrives door disappears
Door deprives door shares
Had doors been toward one way only
Life would have lost its lustre
With one hand life provides
With the other life robs us
Life sometimes brutally divides
Some other time it is Mother Teresa
When my doors closed several times
I wept but didn’t stop reading poems
My chromosomes of hope kept me supporting
Till a shaft of sunlight brought new doors
The deep green Neem tree in my dream garden
Went into a dizzyingly birdless gloom
Leaves and flowers brutally plundered
Roots torn asunder in my room
But again one day the spring sun stopped by
Clouds called at its door with shower
In the windswept branches came contentment
Now I hug it in a happy deep breath
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March 26, 2016
Neem is a tree in the mahogany family Meliaceae. It is native to India, Myanmar, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, Malaysia and Pakistan. It grows in tropical and semi-tropical regions. Products made from neem have been used in India for over two millennia for their medicinal properties. They are said to be antifungal, antidiabetic, antibacterial, antiviral, contraceptive andsedative. Neem products are also used in selectively controlling pestsin plants. Neem is considered a part of Ayurvedic medicine. – Simple English Wikipedia
O! My Tree!
The tree around I played
With leaves very pointed
Being bitter. others hate
Necessity brings nearer
Mosquitoes are prevented
Skin diseases are demolished
Germs run away with pace
And I feel missing when away
It is the tree I love
Where love expressed Dove
Monkeys jump, pigeons rest
Cows eat, churn and rest
All enjoy shadow and taste
Fully inside the heart
I have a corner
Very special for it.
by:-
Vrushani Thaker
HUGS
The day after the Tsunami hugged the shores,
by a penitent ocean lying low,
in the beach which lay mauled and scarred,
an old woman and a girl stood homeless and hugging
and not far away
a bower lay crumpled, within which
but stood tall as always the two-some
of a neem and a banyan in an unshakeable hug.
S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 01 Jun 13
For SKAT’s contest
Stepping down from the AC coach
on to the railway platform
A hot wave of salty moist air
drenches me
On my customary visit
to this city I'm tethered to
by my memories..
She coyly calls herself Chennai
like a new bride renamed
in her husband's home
At heart though she is still Madras
and to the likes of me ;
It's a relief to slip into my mother tongue
to bargain with the auto walla
after mouthing words for months together
in an alien tongue..
We slice through the dense traffic
As I nod distractedly
to the driver's political soliloquy
While my eyes search for familiar landmarks
that were part of my youth
Moore market
Poppat Jamal
Saphire theatre
Gemini flyover;
the city rushes by
a phantasmagoria of urban scenes
until the fragrance of panneer roses
attack my nostrils
as I watch flower sellers
deftly spinning silver threads
around thick rose garlands...
The milling crowd at Pondy Bazaar
with women shopping tirelessly
for jewels, sarees and utensils..
Saravana bhavan coming to the rescue
of their cravings
for sambhar vada or bhelpuri....
I quickly make a mental list
of goods to take back when I return--
Coffee powder
baby mangoes
mor milagai
ambika appalam
not to forget
a visit to the Naidu Hall..
The bottle neck at Panagal park
a hub for matrimonial shopping
slows down my journey,
then a familiar slide down
the doraiswamy subway
and a furlong along the railway tracks
I alight in mambalam
where my mother awaits with open arms;
A week's time for me
to imbibe the city's moods..
to gaze at cawing ravens on neem trees
to discuss the story line of soaps on TV
to inhale the simple aromas of brahmin meals
Before I bid farewell to it temporarily
Recalled that you emerge from the womb of your mother land,
Reared up by that mother land,
Now calling that land mad,
Admiring the land of abroad,
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Calling your mother land good for nothing,
Without questing for its merits,
Playing havoc with the feeder of your mother land,
Robbing it as ruthlessly as the heinous plunderer,
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Renowned is my motherland
As the abode of all sciences and Vedas,
As the witness of a many golden era,
As the traversed of a many world of knowledge,
Calling such land good for nothing,
Without questing for its merits,
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Holding the knowledge of your mother land,
As the trasure-trove by all Nations,
Exploring and researching all sciences
And Vedas of your mother land by other nations,
Their obtaining patents on our sanctified
Herbal plants like Tulasi and Neem,
Fleecing us thereby without any rights,
Questioning then them their patents
By making insane catcalls!!
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Squatting silently as you fail
To carp at the way the poison
Creeps into our veins in the form of junk foods
Snapping our spinal columns too are venomous medicines,
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Gewoonlik is my boundaries sterk
Word ek assigned deur guidance met a Engels'vlerk
My journey neem langer en my sielsnare word gevleg
My boundaries raak flexible en a unieke konneksies word aanmekaar geheg
A journey het ontwikkel in a vriendskap so eg
Dit gaan my verstand te bowe want dis so opreg
God praat in a taal
Wat ons laat stil staan
Aandagtig in afwagting laat luister
Na Sy liefdestaal wat Hy in ons harte fluister
God wil my wys ek is gebless
Sag en delikaat word ons 'gepress'
Hierdie keer is ek uitgebole vir a ses
Soms moet ek relax, let go en vergeet van die res
Hierdie is wat God vir my skets om te besef...
A vriendskap gestuur van Bo
A konneksie met frekwensies watse sein nie verloor
God het ons gebless met baie in stoor
A hegte band in ons harte in geboor
In a droom staan ek buite my liggaam en staar
Na a sielskonneksie so raar
A Visie in die droom omvou my om te aanvaar
God se tyd en redes is set in stone en klaar
Ek word gewys
ek is besig om op a deurskynende glasbord te skryf
Met rooi cokie en merke soos ek uitvee en oor die bord vryf...
jy kom met jou blou cokie aan
Help my met die organogram en teken a traan...
Verward staan my siel en kyk en wil net nader gaan...
Let op na die stilte, die konsentrasie en vloei
Saam vorm ons die kleur op die bord wat gloei
In a moment kraak die glas in a spiderweb form...
Begin ons huil soos a raining storm
Verward staan ek en kyk en vra Here wat nou???
Als was so spontaan hoekom kan dit nie aanhou???
Ek kry a duidelike antwoord wat van langs my af kom
Dink aan die visie...
dit slaan my stom...
A deurskynende glasbord so sterk en skoon
Maar wat is die doel as daar nie a boodskap in kleur vertoon
sonder kleur geskryf is die glasbord doelloos
Die 'smutch' merke op die bord is van gebeure in die lewe wat jou laat bloos
Die traan word vasgevang in die spiderweb
om jou te herinner julle is daar vir mekaar in die scattering moments of life in 'flashing' red
Live your life met veelvoudige pret.
"Silence is golden",a talking slogan,
In the stores of words all go maiden,
A reward in gold for words unspoken,
But no any awards for words spoken,
"Spoken words unable to come back",
Mixing the air like aqua in milk shake,
Words creeping like fearful snakes,
Kissing slowly the tongue that makes,
Poisonous words like poisonous snakes,
Poisonous words like poisonous snakes,
Hurting words in heart not bin,
Scars remain as a sign of sin,
Use of abuse in no peace,it seem,
Tasting leaves like trees of neem,
Using abuse,refusing right,
Hell stays in the users sight,
Silence all what the universal system,
Speaking people all breaking the system,
Silence is golden,not someone's saying,
A dumb's write up now loudly speaking!
Zebra,Donkey,Giraffe,Hippo,Elephant
Mango,Hibiscus,Neem,Baobab
Zambezi,Nile,Euphrates,Kafue
Victoria,Ontario,Tanganyika,Bangweulu
Everest,Kilimanjaro,Nanga Parbat
Red Sea,Mediterranen Sea
Pembrokeshire coast park
Victoria Falls
Lochinvar hot springs
chipepo lwele
PS;the reminder of the natural world around us.
the poem about animals, plants,rivers,lakes
,mountains,seas ,waterfalls and hot spring.
Verdwyn
Gespruit en toe vergete met gewete van papier
Besluit te neem om als te los wat hierso agter bly
Eers drie; toe een; toe twee; toe vier
Die som van toekomsblik vir jou - maar eerder meer vir my
Die aand was koud en hunkring sterk sou waardes my verpas
Uitnodigend - en kort voor lank was jy my warm jas
Maar soos ‘n fondament bly ek die een wat agterbly
Ek doen en werk verwagtend want die vrug het my verly
As steunpilaar vir jare nog, sou ek die las moes dra
Vergete hoe die woeker-nag my meer as dit sou vra
Ons oes is nou die vrugte van die saad van liefdesdaad
Jou jas in my kas wil nie meer pas – ‘n las bly inderdaad
Eers twee, toe vier; toe drie dan een
Jou beurt die anker rol te speel, wyl ek die winter nag alleen
tot in die lente steeds sal wees – al is die kinders ook by my
Groei my enigheid tot bo, waar die Wysheid met sy hulp my lei.
Form:
Bendy old whales taste like snails doing a backflip. But swarms of over eighty nine peonies are closely followed by nine bulls, an elephant tribe, a beetle colony and a party of laughing butterflies. Whose aerial display party was angled to the left in the sky with a north easterly breeze catching the cute curtains and shifting the might of the beasts in airborne state. Like undulating flights of the uniquely formed umbrellas. With wingspans measuring over two thousand kilometers. And kilometres are neither kale nor kaleidoscopic kitchens. So watch out for the breeze block ballet which often entertains sand at high tide. But disposable barbecues can be used as a hang glider if sufficient cello tape is applied to fix the wings. And the throttle can only ever be made by a six foot horn of a walrus. Stifle no swamp who is attempting a speech. And speeches by swamps are very very important. They tell the people not to drop nail polish in bowls for the bowls can get upset and cry which then causes creaky creamy bowmen to sink apples and donut cakes with piercing shots. Such a playful pudding is playing pivotal ping pong in a very talented way. It really is quite acrobatic you see. And a maze on a plate can only ever be cleared with a salt shaker and a hooded pepper grinder whose antics in the woods please the woodpeckers who have a six hour break from peck peck peck to watch the scenes in bemused contemplations. So the little pretty whale is in a flowery dress today. Good. That will please Mr shark whose love of female forms could stem from a wild neolithic neem but not a norm. Really not. Chasing skirts round and around. Wow. Interesting isn't it? And a foregone conclusion is skin to a fox falling over a peanut while a crispy wafer laughs. Hahaha drooling drive deciphering dreams. Hahaha mist in a bath of gravy. Xxxxx tyrannosaurus training teacups. Xxxxx organizationally z z z z z z z at a left over left-handed angle of a righteous right-handed rigmarole rink. Z 46% plus 293 degrees is a delightful sunbathing pan of whipped cream. Z z z z
Form:
At our home, in Rio and Rome, let morning come
In tattered twilight twin towers tumbling down
Beech Birch Banyan Neem being brought down
Your moon pales in homeless premonition
Let our madness calm, let morning come
Dark too much cumbersome let morning come
On the bank of Tigris a little boy plans to take up the guns
To no end, for no rose. Let morning come
Our habits, our rabbits, make them less unwholesome
Through the lattices in the wall, let morning come
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18/9/2016
Note: Neem is a tree in the Mahogany family native to Indian subcontinent.
the combustion of combinations of created
An angle of a candle in a demi flux should not be mistaken for tooth floss, cherry pickers, or ironing boards. For the numerous numbers of numerals note noticeable nuances of a nought. And a nought is not a neem or a norm so always string baubles in appropriate fashion when decorating in a seasonal style. So spoke a smoke who was whirling a spoke about in the air whilst carrying some ordered cuisine. Hiding from the mirrors crept a serious serpent in spectacles askew. The smoke glared at this. It did not like serious serpents for serious serpents were quite often servants to sevens and nines who lived in mines of golden authenticity. Authentication is not a noted occurrence in an attic crease and neither in any upstairs upstream window frame either. It is said that when there is rot then to peel away the dirt could expose many mangled marked layers. Bean curd then? Yes. Faces akin to beaming beans. Collective cans causing chaotic catafalque cat claps. When sailing on a big ship of over three hundred thousand acres always play a game of golf when there is a high wind. Good. Now it is time for the littlest production company of hereditary mice to spin, dance and preform aerodynamics in a nice pink caravan at an elevation of two hundred million feet. Sky then? Yes. Wow. The wobble of a jelly with a trifle is most entertaining to regard. Especially when seated on a rusted stallion or a coating of ironic iron. It is to be said that portions of bread and soup can actually point several pistols at once. Thus giving bread and soup a glow of fame for frightening the tablecloths and causing them to swoop over the breads and soups to cover and to swamp and spillage of secretive secretions of liquid jûs in a turreted hat. But please do not trip over that cat over there. He is being used as a giant doorstop. Ha to it all said large farm gatherings. Hahahahaha they all said in great audio reflective fields of moo baa oink quack neigh ee ore. But collectively sounding like a hahaha and a hahaha is not a hard hat hitting heat and nor is it a large six thousand ton hippo genuflecting in a pond of mud. So whirl away then. Good. Z hypothetical Z at six little worms smiling at twelve cute tablemats. X
Form:
A man is at his ugly best
when he recovers from night rest
Look at that man
perhaps the resting sun
dwelt on his chest
the rays carried torments of the morrow
of the hectic routine he would follow
Throughout the night
he wore his eyes tight without their lid
Today He's after the man
who lured him to fell
the fruitful neem
that harbored his dream
by his numb thumb
he did succumb
should he get him
he'd lynch him with a deadly rage of hell