Long Neem Poems

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Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How interesting was it to note though that the frogs although...

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Me Pretty Parrot

 
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A Poem as a Tribute on Mothers  Day Part 1

In the broad day light of one May afternoon,
When the heat of Sun was scorching and unbearable,
to move outside our dwellings, and 
The atmosphere was...

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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...

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I have never seen such a supervillain in my life.                         ...

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Sri Lal
Crows

i.
I come from nowhere,
and I have nowhere to go,
I tell the crow perched 
on a low neem branch 
beyond the Periyar River.

He agrees.

He and I are free.
We speak the same language.

You know who I...

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Christmas does not come alone,                              ...

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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...

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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...

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Quilts and woollies of winter all folded,
From February’s fold chill when escaped, 
In March, when all ready to welcome spring,
Sun seems in hurry to wear red turban,
Few morning walkers wear woollen mufflers,
Sugarcane seems to have...

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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...

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Conceived and born in the rainforest 
I have traversed the Savanna and the Mangrove
I have trudged through its Swamp 
And dwelt I have in its Woodland	
But I only bear tales of 
The Montane and the...

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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...

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             Cream of fire, liquicksilvered star incendiaire, 
           leaves imprint for the World...

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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...

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"I quest for a return to the unappeased joys of my sweet past"- By Poet

 Quench my thirst to get back to my past
When tame pigeons of joy nested on my eaves
And I could hear...

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A most wonderful thing, natural observation
Copulating on the wing, butterflies on mission
Mostly pure white on this summer day –welcome cool -
Like delicious Autumn, but breaking the rule
Of long hot summers on the Eastern Cape
Mostly white...

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As a young four- to five-year-old child,
My wish to meet ghosts grew eerie and wild.
We lived a mile from a riverbed’s shore,
Where tales of witches and spirits galore,
Roamed through the night in the darkness, compiled.

By...

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Flammable I’m nor dry tinder,
Scare me nor threaten of lightning,
Past autumn and chilly winter,
I look forward to the next spring.

I’m already left with few leaves,
Let worst of autumn’s fall arrive,
Go not by my dry woody...

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outskirts of dark village,
on an old Neem tree next to our small remote house,
ghost rampage!

I lived in fear,
dreaded she ghost with yellow blouse,
Stay near!

Small kid,
Thought of ghost spouse,
hid!

Outskirts of dark village
dreaded she ghost with yellow...

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"Seize the day, then let it go" - Marty Rubin. 

I capture the first chirp of the bird in admiration.
My heart merges with it. My hands fold in adoration.
The color-changing beams of the morning sun,...

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Quantum Superposition
”A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured.”


we know now that light is
both a particle and a wave
as ethereal vibrations
omnipresent in enigmatic space 
both the light of the sun
as also...

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I just opened 
my history book
cause i thought
to have a look.

How to face 
such a boring day
have a mood 
to go and play.

loosing my patience
and now can't wait
just counting the time
to open school gate.

Lectures are...

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From the infinity of the hidden windows the cuckoo cooing ushering the morning through the darkness

Feroz has just set fire to the oven, and his brief body cloth he stretches to cover his ears and...

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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...

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