Stroke
Stroke yourself up and down,
Down and up, on the sides and
Edges, the folds and fullness
Of your protruding tip.
And feel that sacred place
I want to worship ~
With my kisses x x x x
Yes, that potent phallus
Of yours, the holy 'lingam'
That would bestow
My Yoni with the seeds
Of our Progeny.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Let the Feelings flow
When you tell me Dear
That you want to feel
My Yoni.
I wonder if you want to
Do it with your Mouth
Fingers or Phallus.
How about letting
Each of them
Take Turns...
In telling you
How they feel
Within the outer
And the inner
Peripheries of me
And my Yoni.
I am all yours.
Let the feelings flow…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Upon The Altar Of My Lord
I offer my words up freely,
upon the altar of my God.
I come to this sacred place freely,
of my own free will to serve to pray.
This ancient sacred place this land,
this holy sacred God given ground;
is where in my humble veneration,
in worship I lay my offering down.
I have nothing more; to humbly offer pray.
I have while materially poor nothing more,
than time of value worth to humbly offer pray;
this is all I have I here in true worship bore,
I offer before my most high my sacred Lord.
Near on thirty years ago, I made this sacred vow,
with my soul heart head, bowed in breath low;
though my flesh remains, be still struggle weak,
this vow before God in worship I honour keep.
I thank my wondrous Lord, who let me humbly come here pray.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sides, Edges and Vertices Edited
Sides form the faces that we see
They make shapes in 2D
Edges are where two sides meet
To walk on them would hurt your feet
Vertices, three plus edges joint
Come together as a point
To count them in exam's quite a trick
Even with a 3D pic
Not everyone can visualise
And to learn the rules you must revise!
poem by Stevie Taite
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Home-Coming
The smell is the same
So is the place
Soft and tender
Full of grace
Touch feels good
So does the taste
Juicy and supple
Make no haste
Take your time
For the drink divine
Pure and chaste
Is the nectar sublime
As you savour it
With every sip
Quenching your thirst
Drop by drop,
Deep within that
Sacred space
I give you access
To my Yoni
For your spiritual coming…
And when you enter me
Flooding my gates open
In that holy place
Of pleasure and pain
I shelter you in
With love and warmth
To welcome you back
For your auspicious
Home-Coming.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Sacred Cow
Deliberate provocation
I is what you gave to me
You got me going
You got me going
How could such a simple thing
Get so out of control
You let me down again
You let me down again
I know my place inside your heart
The painted figure that glows in the dark
No you're not mysterious now
I don't worship that sacred cow
In my head
In my head
In my head
You'd never know it
You'd never know it
I went home in a jealous rage
You were rolling on the glass in a younger age
You know what's good for me
I know you're too good for me
Cos I have seen inside your heart
Religious figues that glow in the dark
No you're not too precious now
And I don't worship that sacred cow
Go and try as you may
To get a sharp shift on Judgement Day
You let me down again
You let me down again
I know my place inside your heart
The painted figure that glows in the dark
No you're not too precious now
I don't worship that sacred cow
Go and try as you may
To get a sharp shift on Judgement Day
Sacred Cow
Judgement Day
Coming Your Way
song performed by by Crowded House
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The Secret Place
i only have the key to that door.
i can open it anytime and stay there for a while
away from the crowd
away from the daily occurrences
it is a closed door
conference with myself where i talk and listen at the same time
it is dark but it is peaceful
it is small but everything in me is there: whole and intact
i only have the key
and i am not opening
or when i open it
i keep it closed that way
it is sacred
as sacred as my secret
it is holy
as holy as my soul
it is a mystery
for all the things that i worship
it is mine
and you are not welcome.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Temples of Venus
O woman! How thy fingers worship thee!
these devout hands
tentatively placing daily offerings
of attentive bodily bread upon the rosy pink
thrones of milch dagoba flesh
anointing kisses of holy water
nightly supplication to those sensual deities
residing
in the sacred dome temples of your
supple life giving breasts
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Where Angels Play
Come with me to a place no eyes have ever seen
A million miles from here where no one's ever been
God-given grace and a holy heaven face
I'm on the edge of something shattering
I'm coming through
Ok let's fly she says 'this carpet's made for two'
This ugly little box no place for me and you
Our carpet falls on a dew-fresh dappled plain
Take a look around there's something happening
All the colors fade
I don't want you now
Bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now
The seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty bang bang
I don't think so no no
I don't think so no no
Bang bang
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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Sacred Holy Breath
Sacred holy breath
Flows gentle across my chest
Not a sound no air displaced
Not a tear no second guess
Just peace, in my sacred face
Just released love that was put to test
Having hands holding each others fears
Holding hands fate-ing future seers
More than holy we have arrived
Even in this insanity our time abides
sacred Holy, breathe again
Sacred Breath Holy again and again
Flows gentle if this wind
Your love can send
poem by Midnights Voice
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The Call of the River Nun
Holy beautyful nun, you tax my memory,
Over you boys are flaunting their abilities
To shoulder a social taboo
While some dance in heartful joy
For the glory of the Lord hoped to come.
And you, with proud regalia of faith
Your hands outstretched to the sky in worship
Of God of your dear religion.
You looked down at these boys who
Worship you and wonder how God of this religion
Can bestow such unbeatable beauty on you alone
And not allow you be a bride some day.
Hey! holy beautyful nun, I love you like the
Host of these young boys hovering
Around you like bees to their hive.
And I younger, and my love stronger,
We can go yonder together.
I am sure the father would be happy to see
Us together.
So why don't you lay down those regalia
To a new world full of love
Which I will show you.
In you I put all my faith, we can be happy
For eternity.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Morning Sun In Your Body
your veil is blown by the
morning breeze
and your head shows
a flowing hair
touching your protruding breasts
inviting me
to see the fullness of the
morning sun
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sexual beauty is vital
Women strikes the brain
that nourishes the phallus.
Phallus activates the glands
that keep you fit in stamina.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Parting II
I WILL not wake you, dear; no tears shall creep
To chill the still bed where you lie asleep;
No cry, no word, shall break the sanctity
Of the great silence where God lets you lie.
I will not tease your grave with flower or stone;
You are tired, my heart; you shall be left alone.
And even the kisses that my lips must lay
Upon the mould of the triumphant clay
Shall be so soft--like those a mother lays
Upon her sleeping baby's little face--
You will not feel my kisses, will not hear;
You are tired: sleep on, I will not wake you, dear!
But when the good day comes, you will hear me cry,
'Ah, make a little place where I can lie!'
And half awakened, you will feel me creep
Into the folds of your familiar sleep,
And draw them round us, with a tender moan,
'How could you let me sleep so long alone?'
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Shed Your Skin
115
You are 17
Itchy trigger
And venomous
Youre growing longer
Youre growing stronger
So shed your skin
Baby now shed this
Come on over now
Come on over baby
You tell me its holy holy
I dont know what it is
Come on over now
Lets call it the fullness of time
And I dont know what it is
Come on over now
Hey holy
Console me
Some power
Controls me
Remorse it
I force it
Cant free it
So be it
Im speaking in tongues
Handling you
And I got religion now look at it
The days grow longer
As we grow stronger
So shed your skin baby
Let it rip
Come on over now
Come on over baby
Tell me its holy holy
I dont know what that is
Come on over child
I want to call it the fullness of time
I dont know if it is
Come on over now
Hey holy me
Console me
Some power
Controls me
Remorse it
I force it
Dont free it
Just be it
Just be it
Just be it
Im looking to find you
But its a little to late
To
Well I look and doubt
If i
In you
In you
I got the hangman
I got milagro
I got the celebration too
The flesh is strong
My spirits stronger
So shed your skin
Baby let through
Come on over now
Come on over baby
Tell me its holy holy
Like I dont know what it is
Come on over child
I want to call it the fullness of time
I dont know what it is
Come on over now
Hey holy
Console me
Some power
Controls me
Remorse it
I force it
Cant free it
So be it
Hey holy
Console me
Some power
Controls me
Come on over baby
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Wedding Song
Ive been having dreams and visions
In them you are always standing
Right beside me
I reach out for your hand
To see your arms extending
Outstretched towards me
For you I don the veil
By your light
Others pale by comparison
I place my faith in love
My fate in this communication
Ive been having dreams and visions
In them you are always standing
Right beside me
I reach out for your hand
To see your arms extending
Outstretched towards me
To you I give my pledge
I honor all thats good
In this life were living
To think not only of myself
But of the greater union
Can I get a witness
There is salvation and rapture for the lonely
Can I get a witness
Bless this day sacred and holy
Sacred and holy
Ive been having dreams and visions
In them you are always standing
Right beside me
I reach out for your hand
To see your arms extending
Outstretched towards me
With you I am revealed
All my shame all my faults and virtues
Behold body mind and spirit
Heart and soul devoted all to you
Can I get a witness
Bless this day sacred and holy
Sacred and holy
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Holy Is The Lord
Holy is your name, in all the earth I worship you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I come to you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I sing to you
Holy, Holy, Holy is your name
Holy are you Lord, I come before your throne and bow
Holy are you Lord, I come into your presence now
Holy are you Lord I listen to the angels sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Holy are you Lord, my heart it leaps within my chest
Holy are you Lord, Its in your arms I find my rest
Holy are you Lord, the saints around the world they sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Now listen to the saints, they sing Holy are you Lord
Now listen to them cry to you, Holy are you Lord
There is a cry around the world, they lift their voice and sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
I come before your throne to sing, Holy is your name
I come before your throne to sing, I'll never be the same
Pour our out your fire of love on me, this is what I sing
Holy, Holy, to the risen King
poem by Frank McEleny
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Varanasi
Religious and cultural centre, holy city Varanasi
A revered shrine at bank of holy river Ganges.
Founded by God himself, Lord Shiva's adobe Kashi
Religious and cultural centre, holy city Varanasi.
Bathing in Ganges purifies soul and remits the sin,
Dying in Kashi ensures, obtaining the final release.
Religious and cultural centre, holy city Varanasi
A revered shrine at bank of holy river Ganges.
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Morning mantra hymns make you feel in heaven,
Ghat, temples and festivals, are icons of Varanasi.
Sacred river, sacred place; Hindu's great pilgrimage
Morning mantra hymns make you feel in heaven.
The city has given birth to many great personalities
Great souls Tulsi, Kabir, Ravidas lived in varanasi.
Morning mantra hymns make you feel in heaven
Ghat, temples and festivals, are icons of Varanasi.
***
Varanasi is the city, where Budhism was founded
Sarnath, Budhist's holy place, is too in Varanasi.
First sermon to his disciples Budha here sounded
Varanasi is the city where Budhism was founded.
Glorified by creation of great music and literature,
Classical folk culture, music, craft and philosophy.
Varanasi is the city where Budhism was founded
Sarnath, Budhist's holy place, is too in Varanasi.
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Triolet form
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poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Sleeping Buddha
Happening?
you heave a sigh.
In peril, mother of peace?
Real threat
to ice lingam? the Creator?
Falling apart?
Cat’s claw was not healing.
Where the greens will go?
The pods, the seeds?
Tara, Tara!
come again,
we are waiting on the hills.
Glaciers were shrinking-
rivers are sad
and trees are weeping.
poem by Satish Verma
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Here I Come-4
Holy holy is He
So merciful
Lion and King
Wonderful Counselor
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
Most High God
Holy holy
Prince of Peace
Mighty Redeemer
King of Kings
Most High God
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
Take my sins
As far as the east
Is from the west
Purge me
With your precious blood
Shelter me
From the storms
Cover me
With your glory
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
You are so holy
You went to the cross
For me
So holy
You bled for me
So holy
You paid a price
I could not pay
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Blood on the Moon
When the sand on the beach turns to diamonds and glass
Sparkling with sharp edges like a knife laying in the grass
The sun has vanished and the moon showers a potent glow
Then the world transformed and became an ancient chateau
When dark floods are crowned with a subtle orange light
The pain of our planet is compounded in a vampires bite
Then spells echo in silence and become weapons of war
And creatures stand guard waiting to settle an old score
When ancient rhythms awaken the ones that are sleeping
We hear the weary sobs of mourning women silently weeping
And lovers confess what they were previously hiding inside
Then it's time to gather and worship the arrival of the tide
When all original sins are prevailed in one silent confession
We feel the pulse of time and nature is undeniably in session
Then seasons become millenniums enduring new ice and snow
Covering up all evidence of a future we never meant to know
When words unspoken surface and spread out wings of pride
We become chameleons bathing in all the tears we have cried
Right then we offer a lingering conscience for a ritual sacrifice
Those days speak of mortal truths and we have to pay the price
When cold rivers push black waters into wide open stormy seas
Our memories blister with burning fever as from an odd disease
We celebrate by drinking holy water from a poisoned silver spoon
Embracing the sacred days when we can see the blood on the moon
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poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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