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"assam" poems
India is a bird In the map Ready to soar. Bengal and Assam A wing. Gujarat and Rajasthan Another. The pinnacle Jammu Kashmir Gazes. Delhi and Punjab Stirs the body. Kerala Hangs on tail A stylet. LOOK A vulture feeds corses ? A myena that sings ?
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
INDIA
I am like a baby in your bay You hum as I play the tirkit Based in your basic base I heat as your beats explode I’ll hold you as a hungry lover An angered one waiting in line I’ll suckle your filled bosoms Caress your hide in ecstasy I’ll put you in my mouth to **** My idea of a realistic performance A subtle pitch, altered frequencies Among my dozen of reigned rhythms A 15th century Persian marvel Now musing Punjab, Assam,Goa Maharashtra,Karnataka and Pashtun Amuse me in another foreign soil Trance and ****** me to an addiction
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
Bhangra Dhol
You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam; You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear; You lift it with your bay'nit, and you sniff the fragrant steam; The very breath of it is ripe with cheer. You're awful cold and ***** and a-cursin' of your lot; You scoff the blushin' 'alf of it, so rich and rippin' 'ot; It bucks you up like anythink, just seems to touch the spot: God bless the man that first discovered Tea! Since I came out to fight in France, which ain't the other day, I think I've drunk enough to float a barge; All kinds of fancy foreign dope, from caffy and doo lay, To *** they serves you out before a charge. In back rooms of estaminays I've gurgled pints of cham; I've swilled down mugs of cider till I've felt a bloomin' dam; But 'struth! they all ain't in it with the vintage of Assam: God bless the man that first invented Tea! I think them lazy lumps o' gods wot kips on asphodel Swigs nectar that's a flavour of Oolong; I only wish them sons o' guns a-grillin' down in 'ell Could 'ave their daily ration of Suchong. Hurrah! I'm off to battle, which is 'ell and 'eaven too; And if I don't give some poor bloke a sexton's job to do, To-night, by Fritz's campfire, won't I 'ave a gorgeous brew (For fightin' mustn't interfere with Tea). To-night we'll all be tellin' of the Boches that we slew, As we drink the giddy victory in Tea.
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A *** Of Tea
First thing in the morning just as daylight is dawning what starts me off you see is a English Breakfast Tea Then when I commute by train and the crowds do drive you insane I try to stay very calm with a cup of Assam Then when I get to the office with inbox filled to the brim I think ****** it all and have a cup of Darjeeling Then by midday to keep my woes away I have a sneaky cup of my favorite Earl Grey The when work is done and I want some fun to heaven I go with a cup of Ceylon By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
A Nice Cup Of Tea
The weak sun and clouds A blanket from the back seat It's your warmth I miss Seagulls are massive Intrepid and audacious I carry the scars Wrinkled and 60 From another century Nothing has changed One expensive stamp Short missives over Assam Wishing you were here
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May 5, 2023
May 5, 2023 at 5:24 PM UTC
Postcards from the coast
Together they stand The Seven Sisters of India Untouched, unexplored, isolated The seven states of north east India Assam, the gateway to this heavenly abode Is the provider of tea leaves all through the world Arunachal Pradesh, the Land of the rising sun Attracts tourist from all over the world Manipur, oval-shaped valley of blue mountains Is the originator of Polo games Meghalya, naturally the abode of clouds Gives shelter to flora, fauna in large bounds Mizoram, the land of the highlander Mizo people Has the rivers and most vari colored hilly terrain Nagaland rich in flora, fauna and evergreen forests Is home to Great Indian Horn-bill and Naga tribes Tripura, a landlocked hilly state with Manu river Has a rich cultural heritage of music, fine arts, dance With Sikkim as their only brother, natural beauty and exotic places The seven sisters are indeed a Paradise Unexplored © Neeloo 'NeelPari'
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
Paradise Unexplored
How do you like your tea? I smiled. Assam strong. A dash of skinny milk. And a view across the Thames.
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Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 4:41 PM UTC
Tea
This fruit from Assam, This sour species of Evergreen, Don’t forget I was a Child hugging their mother, Watching her eat you As she read ‘Salem’s Lot. Remember I rode horses With her in Carver, And we fed them apples In our winter coats. Remember she took me To museums And stood behind while I read about Chippewa And wild rice paddies, About Leech lake And the Battle of Sugar Point, About Minnehaha Hiawatha, And… I went with her to Disney World And she sat with me While my asthma stung, Listening to Orlando rain. I smelled pine on the Rag used to wipe Her forehead. I watched the Chemo Needle take her vein. I ate you silently The morning she. Sister of Citron, Know that I will never Forget the sound of her teeth And hard candy, the Click the Clack the Yellow Heart, the Sound of You.
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
The Lemon Drop
Assam is a place full of trees, Green as it can be, A place with cool breeze, A sanctuary with animals free, Here ones soul is at ease, A place of tranquility, A place where rice and fish, Is a delicacy, Celebrating the harvest, With bonfires and dance, A place to celebrate nature, Here live many a tribe, They provide with a feast, Assam... The pride of the east.
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
Assam
Yes, snow. Mebbe take my face in your hands and shake me? (sonnet #MMMMMMMDIII) It's...snowing. Hug yourself within the pale Eye of these naked hours whose ghastly sense Of Winter sits triumphant oer pretense, As tiny flakes 'non filter down t'avail The soul of that keen silence--cherished bail We relished in forgotten days like thence Twas fit to sanctify us, wandring hence To finger cotton-candy whiteness' tale. Don't ask me why my heart sank in a poor 'Scuse when my owly eyes first caught the view. Nor if I loved morn's cuppa like twas fer My soul's recure, Assam just what we knew It should be if you taste it, no. We were Too fond of lies, I think, was't? I miss YOU. 09Nov18a
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
Where Blinking Hard Effects Naught