A Lover's Fling - By Lamar Cole

A Lover's Fling

Night comes to the meadow.
Two lovers entwined in the shadows.
A soft rain begins.
Bringing tingles to the skin.
The air is fresh.
Lovers fest.
A night bird sings.
Bells in the heart ring.
A lover's fling.
Sweet love is the cream.


- Written by: Lamar Cole

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Paris Groove - By Lamar Cole

Paris Groove

Remember darling, sailing the River Seine.
How good it felt to be in France.
Under the Paris sky, we sailed.
The morning mist we could smell.
Remember dancing through the night.
Me holding you so very tight.
Remember strolling through the Louvre.
Nothing beats the Paris groove.


- Written by: Lamar Cole

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Flame Of Love - By Lamar Cole

Flame Of Love

Darling, the path of our love has been very smooth.
Because in my heart you lit a fuse.
My soul never sings the blues.
A flame of love that always burns.
A wheel of passion that always turns.
A bird of romance that always flies.
A garden of happiness that never dies.


- Written by: Lamar Cole

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I AM A BIG THIEF - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

I AM A BIG THIEF

I am a big thief
And I live in Independent India
On the 64th independence day
I was beaten almost to death
By the police
Because I was hungry
And tried to steal
An apple from a fruit vendor’s
On the same day
I saw the photograph
Of an officer
In all the leading news papers
He was given the best administrator’s
Award by the GOVERNMENT
He takes bribes everyday openly
I am a big thief and sinner
He is a great officer and award winner.


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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Frank Sinatra (King Of Croon) - By Lamar Cole

Frank Sinatra (King Of Croon)

Frank was suave and smooth.
In his Fedora hat, he looked so cool.
Man, Frank could sing.
Voice that tugged at the ladies' heartstrings.
The world lost a great crooner.
When the Chairman Of The Board passed.
His music legacy will always last.
Pure romance is dancing under the stars and moon.
Listening to Frank Sinatra King Of Croon.


- Written by: Lamar Cole

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THE GOD OF HURDLES - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

THE GOD OF HURDLES

Lord Vinayaka is called the God of hurdles
Unless we worship him he creates problems
Today the Hindus perform puja to him with devotion
Other wise we have to face a lot of commotion
We wake up early in the morning
And purify our bodies with bathing
And wear new clothes and prepare delicious broths
On the wooden square frame we hang different fruits
Vinayaka is fond of dishes made of white floor
We offer the dishes to him with religious flavor
Vinayaka is called the leader of Gods
Many stories are told about his glories
Vinayaka has a human body and an elephant’s head
He has a huge belly but a clever head
He is the son of Goddess Parvathi
We hope he blesses us with a lot of empathy.


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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THE BLESSINGS OF WALKING - By JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA

THE BLESSINGS OF WALKING

Walking is the king of exercises
It suits different age groups
And is useful for both genders
Its results are unbelievable wonders
Walk for five kilometers a day
And keeps the doctor away
You need not run like a race
But can walk at your own pace
Walking relieves your hypertension
And keeps your heart in good condition
It is a must for a diabetic
And is possible even for a paralytic
It improves your vitality
And enhances your longevity
You can walk preferably in the morning
Or at least in the evening
Walking removes your bad cholesterol
And saves the consumption of petrol
Why do you eat carcinogenic fast foods in a pub?
Why don’t you join in a walkers’ club?


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA

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THE UNCONQUERABLE HE - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

THE UNCONQUERABLE HE

He is an enemy to mankind
We are all afraid of HIM
He follows us like our own shadow
And comes to us only once
But we dread him like a dunce
He welcomes us cordially
But we reject his invitation rudely
We can not escape from his iron clutches
He searches us even though we hide ourselves in ditches
Man is unable to conquer him
He is too strong for them
Who is He?
What does he look like?
No body has seen him
But every body has heard about him
We reach him many ways
Accident-----Disease------Suicide------Murder-----Old age
The result is the same
We inevitably embrace him
Like a bride hugs
A bride groom.


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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Golden Voiced Nat - By Lamar Cole

Golden Voiced Nat

Always impeccably dressed.
A song his smooth voice could caress
.A smooth singer from days of old.
The golden voiced Nat King Cole.
When he sang, the ladies swooned.
The stars seemed to shine brighter when he crooned.
A voice so soothing.Lovers felt as if cloud cruising.


- Written by: Lamar Cole

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HAPPY DAYS - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

HAPPY DAYS

Gone are the happy days
When we were the boys
We would play different out door games
And call the girls by names
We would climb a tree
And run with a spree
Pick the neighbors’ guavas
Swim in the canals or rivers
We would watch movies only in the theatres
And visit friends during the holidays
Or spend our time with our relatives
Go to the farms and eat the raw fruits
During the religious festivals
We would gather in the villages
Celebrate them with happiness
And delightful emotions
These days boys stay only indoors
And play only video games
They are glued to the televisions
And do not know the significance of festivals
They watch movies in the home theaters
And watch the live cricket matches
These boys don’t enjoy the beauty of their boyhood
And don’t care for their neighborhood
They don’t eat even the natural food
Their way of living is not at all good.


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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Cool Love Calls - By Lamar Cole

Cool Love Calls

Half moon,
Brilliant stars,
The air is brisk.
Sweetheart's warm kiss.
A horse neighs.
Two lovers in the hay.
The coming of fall.
Cool love calls.


- Written by: Lamar Cole

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OUR LIFE ON EARTH - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

OUR LIFE ON EARTH

Our life on earth is a mystery
But we should find a page in history
We can not get it by becoming rich
Or crying at the top of our pitch
We should do noble things
And follow the noble sayings
Read the holy books
And have benign looks
We should help the poor
And go on a holy tour
Do something for our society
On the needy we should take pity
We don’t know what happens after death
Nothing is permanent on earth
We should pray to God
And be free from any fraud
Only God should be our Lord
He is undoubtedly our guard
We should not make any sin
God saves us like his own skin.


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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THE TYPICAL INDIAN HOUSE WIFE - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

THE TYPICAL INDIAN HOUSE WIFE

Have you ever seen a Goddess?
I see her every day in my house
She is none other than my wife
She adds charm to my life
She wakes up early in the morning
And starts sweeping and cleaning
For the entire family she cooks food
She is never rude
She washes the floor
And always keeps indoor
She washes our clothes
And prepares delicious broths
She doesn’t have the time even for a nap
And protects the home like a cop
She sits on my left side
And worships the gods with pride
She made me an ideal father
And became a noble mother
My daughters and I are indebted to her
I regard her as a goddess for ever.


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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ENGLISH AND ENGLISH - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

ENGLISH AND ENGLISH

English is the king of all the languages
It will stay for all ages
The English conquered the whole world
English has become our watch word
Its spelling is un- phonetic
Its grammar is idiotic
We should know its glorious history
How it became a global language is a mystery
The English are highly polite
Their manners are a real delight
Everybody should know English for their survival
It is responsible for their cultural revival
I love English for its beauty
Teaching English is my duty
English text is my holy kit
I will try my level best to teach it
The secret of my happiness is simple
The school is my temple
Let’s all teach English with a missionary zeal
The eternal bliss we will surely feel.


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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THE TEACHERS’ DAY - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

THE TEACHERS’ DAY

We celebrate 5th September as teachers’ day
Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan was born on this very day
He showed the Indian nation the right way
His debt how can we repay?
He is a universal teacher And a man of inimitable stature
Wisdom and simplicity are the hallmarks of his feature
Incomparable oration is his nature
He rose to the nation’s highest post
And tried to build a bridge between east and west
His philosophical teachings are the best
And his knowledge of English is very vast
He is Plato’s philosopher king
As President honour and dignity did he bring
He brought religion a new meaning
His glory and greatness I would like to sing.


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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Fred And Ginger - By Lamar Cole

Fred And Ginger

Darling, remember how you kept tapping your feet.
How you could hardly sit still in your seat.
Looking at Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire sing and dance.
Ah, the days of glamour and sweet romance.
Watching Fred and Ginger glide across the stage.
Turner Classic Movies will always be the rage.
When you saw Fred and Ginger, you would lose worry and care.
Because when they danced, you could feel magic in the air.


- Written by: Lamar Cole

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I AM A HUGE TREE - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

I AM A HUGE TREE

I am a huge tree
And I am very free
My roots are in the Indian soil
But branched out in the west with great toil
People say my roots are not seen
But my leaves are green
The trunk is very high
It is growing into the sky
The roots may be bitter
The fruits may be sweeter
I know without roots
There are no fruits
I grow up further
My roots are very stronger
I don’t know which tree I am
But I am very calm
No tempest can shake me
In my grove the bee makes honey
If you want to name
Please do it for my fame.


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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A true friend adds meaning to your life - By VL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

A true friend adds meaning to your life

A man may not have a wife
But without a friend his life is mere strife
Loneliness is a double edged knife
A woman may not have a husband
But a friend is a must on this land
He/she lends his/her helping hand
Without a friend her life is as wasteful as sand
A friend shares our joy
Our heart becomes as light as a toy
A true friend shares our grief
The suffering becomes very brief
Tell me your friend, I will tell what you are
A friend should be a shining star
He will give us light
And makes our lives bright
Why don’t you choose a nice friend?
Your boredom will soon end
Friendship is a beautiful flower
It is the gift of our life giver
A friend should be our life’s cream
He/she should be a part of our team
Life is just like a game
Losing it sometimes is not a shame
A friend relieves your gloom
He/she makes your life bloom
Our life is a beautiful dream
We should make it a running stream.


- Written by: VL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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