Best Reproducing Poems
Animals teach us to love
They excel at all the simple things
Eating
Sleeping
Reproducing
but
They are no good at complex things
Making money
Reading books
Painting great art
Playing the violin
Making out income tax returns
Addition
Subtraction
Multiplication
Division
Building machines of war
When we ask animals to do any of these complex things
They look at us with such curious eyes
Do nothing
We value them for their unobtrusive simple ways
Feed them
Give them a place to sleep (often on our own bed)
Pet them
Pet them
PET THEM!
If this aint love I'm a rooster's comb and cackle!
How can mankind be so evil,
milleniums of war killing people.
We've enough intelligence to be aware,
survival means we breed so we don't care.
Is there ever meant to be peace on Earth,
when life has been warring since the birth.
Accelerating evolution, propelling our progress,
yet with all these revolutions we fight no less.
After reproducing our natural instinct is murder,
it's the only thing we produce that's occured more.
We fight to win, we fall and reduce, we conquer,
we're dim fools, it's like, mankind is full on bonkers.
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Away far away
I can see my dreams
When they rise to kiss
Your morning beams.
Away far away
Are your Golden Rims
But I can smell the fragrance
In your light and in your beams.
Away quite far away
Are the Mountain peaks
I am climbing
To reach and to touch your feet.
The rocks are hard
And the journey too difficult
May be my body is tired
But not my soul.
And I am moving and walking
While Singing my Songs
To reach near you
Some day O' My Dreams.
And I am moving and walking
While Singing My Songs
To reach near you
Some day O' My Light & Beam.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 12th Aug. 2013
NOTE:
Protected under the copyright provisions
of Poetry Soup. Copying this Song or
reproducing it in any other name of manner
is strictly prohibited and would be subject to
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My Video Song " SUMMER DAYS ARE COMING' can be heard on my Music Channel URL
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The Song has received Semi Finalist Award declared
on 5th Sept. 2013. Although it's lyrics has missed the Ist
prize by only very few steps but the Award can be seen on
http://songwriting.songoftheyear.com/ravindrakapoor.html
Summer days are coming
To take you in my arms
In summer nights, we shall be
Singing our love songs.
When the Moonlight would rise
The sleeping waves of Sea
And your sweet arms would be
Encircling me close to thee.
Summer days are coming
To take you in my arms
In Summer nights, we shall be
Singing our love songs.
I know why you watch
The Sea waves rising to kiss
When the Moon began to pour
Its love drops on the Sea.
Watching the joy of Sea waves
You always come in mood
And then like the rainy clouds
You shower your love on me.
Summer days are coming
To take you in my arms
In summer nights, we shall be
Singing our love songs.
O’ Darling I am waiting
For the Summer days to come
As in summer days you shower
Your rain like love on me.
Summer days are coming
To take you in my arms
In summer nights, we would be
Singing our love songs.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 07th September 2013
NOTE: This song was written in May June and was submitted
to Song of the Year USA for an INTERNATIONAL CONTEST.
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Kanpur India 7th Sept. 2013
Unifying Theories of Chemistry
Plants react in synthesis
Stimulations sunlight
Breathing the winds causes
Through fluid chains
Reproducing flowering responses
And systematically chemistries
Drive in attractions of curiosity
Stranger love crushes
To your ignition sexual A-symmetry
Produces adrenaline's certain heat
And senses blood pounding
So photosynthetic initiates
The A.T.P. of chemical currency
Splits living links furthering
More simple to more complex
Colour element changing
Leaf green to red Anthocyanin
As well as a suntan
Skins concourse in molecules
Precipitates and reverberates
The bonded genome of D.N.A.
Creating myriad form
Tangent on thoughts
Even dreams
Evolve chemical reactions
While sun by sea explodes
Atomically
The light amino manifestation
Walks among trees
Respiring in cycles
Of exchanging formulations
Alchemy of oxygen’s infusing
And well with emotion
Binds its stanza’s of interpretation
Given word then
Another descriptions connection
To connection
Connected
By a star lights birth
Indivisible this “All” travels
Forth and back to a
Higher or lower osmotic pressure
And back and forth
Between lovers
As waves drawn to beaches
By the gentle pull
Of sands moon distracted
Infatuated affair
With the Earth
This chemistry of love
The chemical of life
Patterns intricate mazes
In a micro-cosmos
Of eternal meaning
And a baby
Is born
While the boundless eternity
Moves and collects
Responsive concurring
Dust mote intercepts
From wide eyes stares
Which interpret
A scene
Of its own manifest beauty
Even in tears of sadness
The ceretonine balances
To intercede with memories
Moments of happiness
The infinite qualification
Of chemical reaction
Clues us in
Yet again
To this fundamental
Unity
Flight into the clouds never pregnant
but always reproducing mysterious
through the pathways for students
of fire and song.
My skin is white with transparency,
my breasts are mountains that soar
through the clouds. My hair is yellow
as sun light. I live among stars and
lilies and travel easily between two
different worlds.
Looking out upon my garden on spring morning
dew on grass, new shoots appearing natures best
daffodils, tulips, primrose, beautiful new life dawning
pollinators emerge collecting pollen after winter rest
evergreens coordinate with shade loving flowers
finding shelter in herbaceous borders, glorious
thoughts, aromas, wildlife reproducing new life
shafts of light creating shadows, expecting showers
seasons of change, pleasant celestial rays notorious
for encouraging wonderful blooms and loosestrife,
my old garden swing so inviting, comfortable perch
to rest my weary bones upon while my eyes delight
at natures wonders, shaded by my giant silver birch
potted Japanese acer so elegant sweetness and light
return of perennials as Mother Earth becomes warmer
sweet smelling Lavender, colourful penstemon,
sun loving helenium, gorgeous variegated geraniums
bursting into life invigorating garden transformer
rainbows of colour from blues yellows to salmon
old English roses perfume able to fill stadiums
so joyful now my garden is in bloom colourful and bright
with aromas from honeysuckle and Jasmine at night.
Composed on 02/04/2017.
Contest ode to flowers.
Once there was a man called John Marcose,
Says reproducing “off springs”, life’s purpose.
No fusion, without sexual activity?
Yeah, with ultimate sexual activity?
Bloody, intense sexual activity? Try glucose!
Bless all the pretty flowers and trees,
reproducing perpetually with ease,
regrets might come far too late
should YOU decide to pollinate,
straight up advice from the birds and bees.
Liz Reilly
put your laugh in check
because everything today
has to be politically correct
nothing is ever done face to face
human socializing is becoming a
dying art except in cyber space
everything is so matter of fact
as we mimic the images on our screens
and welcome the lack of human contact
the horizon seems to offer hope
but more of a decpetion, like a diamond
embroided hang mans rope
a future fortold by machinary and binary codes
artificial intelligence reproducing
robotic programs, inorganic molds
if you are considered insane then you are unplugged
and one of the many that the system considers
a short circuit a glitch or a bug
Another shot of whiskey.
The moon blurs through
a row of baobabs,
standing like soldiers
with shaggy, afro helmets.
Gentle swaying of leaves
beckons a lone luna moth,
her powder soft wings brushed with light.
I watch through glazed eyes.
Heavy with life
she whispers past each tree,
taking her time,
listening
for the branch that chants the message
we all wait to hear.
I don’t bother to adjust
the bra strap slipping down
a brown shoulder.
I light a cigar and wonder
why it happens this way.
A week or a life,
searching,
loving,
regretting,
giving,
reproducing,
lasts as long as the flavor
in a piece of chewing gum.
No mouth to sing a thread of pleasure.
No voice to express contentment.
We accept the game for what it is
and remember
the beginning,
the cocoon,
the moon,
and the Luna Moth
It‘s alive!
A life form
Thriving on hatred
Reaped from societies
Greatest blunder
Like lighting
Follows thunder
We are following our ancestors
Reproducing civilization
Mistake
Disregard the fact
That we are all human
our blood is red
I smirk when I’m contented
And shed tears when I’m poignant
We are all equal
cease this schism
And trounce racism
Cancer
Attacks
Normal cells die
Causing mutations
Ever growing
Reproducing.
Chemotherapy
Aggressive treatment
Necessary needles
Chemicals annihilate
Excruciating
Rescue.
Cancer
Anguished pain
Negotiations with God
Courage required
Exhausting
Remission please.
Shortening my breath everyday
Ease, don't carve me into stone
I'm not quiet ready
These insecurities in me,
I swear there killing me
So please don't judge me
Just give me a minute
Time to reflect
On the things I've done
All I regret
Please don't set me into this mould yet
I see this eternity as a catastrophe
A never ending cycle of hurt
Constantly seeking me out
Chipping away at my head, pulling at my scalp
Ease, don't carve me into stone I beg
I'm not sure if I can do it
Loose myself to something as this
I felt the flutter
A butterfly under the skin
This decision will determine everything
But a life as this in my hands
With all the bad things I 've done
How can I decide the fate of a human
As I'll never be particular in weather
you should have tea for breakfast or cider
Eating pudding before your food hasn't been a problem for me
I have no right in saying what's best for this life
I'm a dribbling mess most of the time
Why do people not take these things into consideration
before reproducing
This act could determine all of eternity
Like a spider web deciding how many birds will hatch
Everything is connected
This child could be, when it's grown inside of me
The balance between good and evil
As thoughts of responsibility consume me
And motherhood looms
Ease don't carve me into stone
Don't know if I'll make it alone
"Self absorption:
fickle, spiny sponge.
Crevices of fingerprints
stinging on the tongue...
Rapt attention
fixed upon the
reproducing cell-
Fickle self absorption
I know you very well."
(-on the internal struggle of an artist's drive to create vs. the demands of real life.)