Long Poplar tree Poems

When wind blows through poplar tree
One can sense time in all its majesty
In all its glory
But also perhaps in all its possibility

Something evolving in bubble of no existence 
With evolution not needing reference point in...

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III

Once a pilgrim bound for a distant land
Was standing at the parting of three ways,
He asked a crone which, the right hand,
The left or middle way led before day’s
End to the hospice lying in the...

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Wan and weary in sultry heat
he walked on and on through dust and dirt
off the bustling street, looking for a shade

Paving his way through by lanes
at last reached a quiet spot,
full of green cover.

Like an...

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After many cold winters, they met again, 
Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night.
Though they had planned it over many a time,
It came to fruition after such long lapse of years. 

Once they...

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After Strange Fruit

Old Mrs. Betty Brown sat me down today,
Made me listen to an old singer 
named Billie Holiday. As we listened, I observed
the tears swelling in her eyes. “Black bodies swinging
in the southern breeze”...

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"The evidence of yesterday,
Is what we disallow,
The future is a better way,
To live our lives right now."
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A poor, wayfaring man of grief,
Hath passed me on my way,
And though I stood in disbelief,
He stood in disarray.

I...

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Wind blows through tall poplar tree
Mind contemplates time in all its beauty
Man knows he will not live for eternity
But his soul that that very mind reflects end of time will see

Consciousness is first spring
But of...

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The audio version of the Poem can also be heard on my You Tube 
Channel 'RavindraKK1' or by using  the below given URL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apYEemRpNRA



While I was standing near My Autumn tree


The Sun was fading, with...

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I dream this everlasting dream
Where I am her and she is she
We're so much younger than we seem
Completely alive in the audience of we

She is the senior captain of the soccer team
I'm just a little...

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The smell of led was in the air
In the quiet forest bullet that silence would dispel 
That bullet young partisans’ heart would tear 
And the boy like stone would fell

All was left was a shallow...

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Freshly ground coffee dripping into the carafe.

  The heavenly odor permeating the air.

  Bright yellow explosion of sunrise climbing out of the distant sea.

  Morning is the best part  of the...

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The brush which paints the sky each day
Has also drawn the distant hills
Where many flowers bloom in May
And nature offers verdant thrills. 

A playful child once sought the shade
Of an old oak and poplar tree;
He’s...

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Tall and magnificent is poplar tree
But about its visage is something eerie
Poplar sways in the wind nearby a great sea
Poplar is tall but can’t reach the edge of sky anymore than to see

Past the great...

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A young man I used to be
As I muse beneath this poplar tree
We are dust and nothing more
Exiles from a distant shore
A fallen leaf from the tree of life
Given to excess and so easy to...

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Wind whistles in poplar tree
An ancient ballad it will sing to thou 
The ballad filled with divine majesty
Mesmerizing power and beauty

The alder swings gently in summer breeze 
The nightingale sings his melodies 
The cold back...

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Like blowing cold wind is time
You can’t escape it no matter how well you rhyme
Yet there is something besides passage of time
That is a gift that is most sublime

Her eyes are like of Love Sea
They...

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Alone I'm standing; a tall poplar tree
With many of my kind alongside me
All standing here in solidarity 
Together as one when we need to be. 

There are times when we need to be alone 
To...

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In hay-sweet evening air, crimson reds dotted around.  Beautiful scented flowers on the ground.
The poplar tree sways in the summer grace, it's such a heavenly place.
Swathes of bluebells thick and long.  I can...

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Wind blows through dandelion clock as far as eye can see
The wind also blows through poplar tree
Wind symbolizes change and destiny
And passage of time in all its majesty

When one feels summer breeze one wonders about...

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