Duns Scotus
HERE lies Duns Scotus
Who died of lotus.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Lotus
(buck/mills/stipe)
I was hell
Sarcastic silver swell
That day it rained
Tough spun. hard won. no
Ocean flower aquarium
Badlands. give a hand
Honey dipt. flim flam
Hey hey. hey hey
That cat can walk like a big bad man
So happy to show us
I ate the lotus
Say havent you noticed?
I ate the lotus
Storefront window, I reflect
Just last week I was merely heck
Tip the scale. I was hell
Picked me up, then I fell
Whos this stranger? crowbar spine
Da, da, da, and I feel fine
Let it rain, rain, rain (rain)
Bring my happy back again
So happy to show us
I ate the lotus
Say havent you noticed?
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus
Let it rain, rain, rain (rain)
Save me from myself again
Wash away my ugly sins
Opposing thumb, dorsal fin
That monkey died for my grin
Bring my happy back again
Let it rain (rain), rain, rain (rain)
Bring my happy back again
So happy to show us
I ate the lotus
Say havent you noticed?
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus
song performed by by REM
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The lotus eye
A lotus is born in muddy water
You cannot grow lotus anywhere else
A sage is born in a decadent world
Jesus never comes during any golden age
He came in an age harrowed by humbugs
A lotus has eyes
They are enamoured of the Sun
Jesus had lotus eyes
They could see the Sun and nothing else
He saw light and nothing else
He was always in light
The lotus is the Sun on earth
Jesus was the Sun on earth
When we pray to Jesus
Our prayer goes to a lotus
When we caress a lotus
We caress God the Son
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Alankar(Decor) -48
1 Lotus(Cameo)
Lotus!
From deep heart of dirt
To the high head of bright lit sun
Wonderful
To my eyes' vision as you bloom
Cease not just your disc of bliss
Lotus
2 Freeing(Cameo)
Vanish
O'soul this moment
Forgetting self changing Matter
Engraved
Into your poise of Lotus deep
Over to heaven to taste
Nectar
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Face To Face With A Lotus
fRONTING THE
defunct Presidential Palace
Ho Chi Minh
lies the Lotus
just beside the majestic old
stairs
that time it was blooming
and i waited for the rest who climbed the palace
since i had to confront the
Lotus
It speaks too about my
loneliness
my triumphant survival
towards
another ponderous
solitude
oh my, i do not miss anyone
anymore
i rise above the mud
float on the water
and look to the sky
talk in the silence of
God...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Flower Cut From Desire
The lotus is a flower cut from desire
Whatever her hue her petals attire
She is the goddess that sank into…
The muddy waters - arose anew.
Her purity and beauty is no cauldron.
Thou portrayed to symbolize the sun
She is but a spiritual, awakening…
A flower of prosperity, meaning.
A symbol of fertility, spirituality,
And even in her purest-state eternity.
The blue lotus is victory over wisdom
Pink the supreme lotus, Buddha's pilgrim.
The lotus path to noble truths is Purple
White purity spiritual perfection mental.
The Red lotus is related to the heart,
Associated with, love and compassion.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Art Of Lotus
Murky the heart soilure sad
Impatient the mind tainted
Dark and benighted
Absolving of sins
Meditate and contemplate multiple sittings
Resting like a lotus visioning a lotus
Does bloom a lotus?
Mire the pond muddy the aqua
Mucky mossy grimy etcetera
Afoul never the blooming flora
Lotus red and white and blue aesthetic vista
Aeonian seed speaks flowered to aura
Its austere affinity to climatic aroma
Extends over cosmology the hidden dogma
Conserves murky though a pond a seed
Ages later a lotus to bloom and heed
Nerves mucky heart its enigma
Births later enlightened to defeat stigma
In the heart's cave karmic-insight a 'lotus - dogma'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Sacred Lotus Flowers
in putrid swamp grows sacred lotus
perceive fragrant flowers of luminous lotus
purity pure remote within its environs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lotus of River
Amid the irreconcilable, unbridgeable distance
between two banks
Flows a brawny mighty river
hiding the satiation satisfaction
of caressing a lotus atop
its meandering flows
battling the intrusive sea, fauna and fowl
The river a philosopher, a poet, a warrior
to all that gawk at its might
remain indulged; involved; and
into its lotus
** Dedicated to the river that is keeping my lotus safe
poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Ma
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The Day I Died
The air was close, but it would not rain
The day I died.
And smog enshrouded Gotham town
The day I died..
I should have stayed in Oceanside
The day I died.
Instead of a hellish subway ride
The day I died.
It started with a stabbing pain
The day I died.
Then waves of nausea deep inside
The day I died.
I fell to earth, I could not breathe
The day I died.
Co workers rushing to my side
The day I died.
Sirens scream on distant streets
The day I died.
bringing hosts of E.M.T.’s
The day I died..
Too late for me, this proud heart fails
The day I died.
I thought” This is the last of Earth”
The day I died.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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When You Died
i quit thinking about killing myself when you died just for a day or two i must have wanted to live i quit believing these lies i tell myself when you died just for a day or two i must have wanted the truth i will always love you my friend now that you died but just for a day or two i'd like to be with you just for a day or two i'd like to have you alive
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Here Lie's The truth
“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.
Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.
Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.
Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Died
Joy Mukherjee
Died.
Dharam Dev
Pishorimal
Anand,
Also known as
Dev Anand -
Died.
Bhupen Hazarika
Died.
Jagmohan (Jagjit)
Singh Ji died.
Mansoor Ali Khan
Pataudi died.
They all
Did their
Best -
And died.
I'm also
Doing my
Best -
So that
You don't
Complain:
She didn't do
Anything ;)
She just
Existed -
And died!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Lord Earth
My pen aligns you with my mind.
Such a maddening and transcendent art.
Still, I'm aware that all of my miseries.
Only exist within my heart.
For, if I died tomorrow.
The Earth would spin just fine.
And within a few mortal brains.
Lies my memory, still alive.
The Earth, however, won't remember.
Anything about my life.
And within the smoldering crust.
Lies a memory that had died.
A man dies in an avalanche.
Attempting to ascend.
His pride forever thwarted.
The planet wins again.
And though you die in agony.
And though you die in fear.
When you feel mortality fade.
The planet sheds no tears.
Few will certainly weep.
At the news of my demise.
But beneath the vastest landscapes.
Lies a memory left behind.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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I got things like the lotus position long before anybody else did, or at least in the mainstream. But I had fun. I guess my legs are pretty flexible, so I used to get a kick out of doing things like that. I would get into a full lotus with my legs and then roll around.
quote by John Astin
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Lotus
Hey hey.
Hey hey.
I was hell.
Sarcastic silver swell
That day it rained
Tough spun. Hard worn. No
Ocean flower aquarium
Badlands. Give a hand.
Honey dipt. Flim flam
Hey hey. Hey hey.
That cat can walk like a big bad man.
So happy to show us
I ate the lotus.
Say haven't you noticed?
I ate the lotus
Storefront window
song performed by by R.E.M. from Up
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Babyhood
Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger:
Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray;
Take this eager hand of mine and lead me by the finger
Back to the Lotus lands of the far-away.
Turn back the leaves of life; don't read the story,--
Let's find the _pictures_, and fancy all the rest:--
We can fill the written pages with a brighter glory
Than Old Time, the story-teller, at his very best!
Turn to the brook, where the honeysuckle, tipping
O'er its vase of perfume spills it on the breeze,
And the bee and humming-bird in ecstacy are sipping
From the fairy flagons of the blooming locust trees.
Turn to the lane, where we used to 'teeter-totter,'
Printing little foot-palms in the mellow mold,
Laughing at the lazy cattle wading in the water
Where the ripples dimple round the buttercups of gold:
Where the dusky turtle lies basking on the gravel
Of the sunny sandbar in the middle-tide,
And the ghostly dragonfly pauses in his travel
To rest like a blossom where the water-lily died.
Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger:
Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray;
Take this eager hand of mine and lead me by the finger
Back to the Lotus lands of the far-away.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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9/11, And The Days After
how many died that day
at the World Trade Center?
how many died
in the field?
and how many have died...
how many young boys
sent off to war?
how many citizens of Iraq?
Afghanistan?
how many women and children?
how many deaths
does it take for
us to finally understand?
killing is wrong!
one death does not
justify another!
murder does not
heal wounds...
or bring back
loved ones.....
one decade later....
and we still dont understand
the value of life...
and therein lies
the cause for mourning,
and the sadness!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Streams Of The Rivers Waters
the meditations of the man on the river
how long will it take him to his nirvana?
the lotus in him is what i am seeing now
and his eyes do not mind the working of
this world. I see waters running on his head.
I see rivers in his veins. I am silent and still.
I am this pond watching how a lotus grows.
How things are with the toads. How time
falls like a teardrop, creating the ripples of
my breaths.There it is. Beauty at its core.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Music of Demise
Twinkling with grace
Killing without trace
Caring with lullaby
Torturing without mercy
Tune by tune erasing our mind
Lyric by lyric crushing our sanity
Cutting our veins silently
Killing us with the innocence of it
Your creator was died brutally
Erasing their life with their own hand
Died with unknown causes
A moment after created you
Venom that lies in you
Whispering death with you
Killing everything with you
The demise that lies in you
Fulfillment
By not wearing the studs, she sent him to abyss.
In her adhering now, she brought him to bliss.
That day, she gave him the manly status.
Thousand times he has seen that lotus.
That day the lotus was a different one.
With the studs given by him on her lobe.
When she wore his on her ears,
As though she bore him his child,
She appeared to him. He was thrilled.
Can she have it as sacred
As he holds her as sacred?
27.05.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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