Antecedents
How sweet it
would have been,
the nectar's of my divine,
the room of my
reminiscence
full of solemnized,
I adore thee,
chaste in my thoughts,
never ending,
never ceasing my
sanquineus,
Banquets dining a
thirsting appetite,
for wine,
vitalizing the limits.
My thoughts infatuation
Of your presence,
is the room,
a leap of my restrains
follow by your visage.
And in solid grounds
I still deluge myself,
it is never too divine,
never too allure the glance
of our antecedents
©ElenaToledo2009
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Ode to the Divine Mother
Ode to the Divine Mother
Found the great treasure of my life
Got the answers to questions, beyond science
O Shree Mataji, the True Guru, embodiment of divinity
With deep reverence, I bow to thee
This devotee, thou miraculously reformed
From darkness to light, ingnorance removed
O Adi Shakti, the primordial source of energy
For thy divine benevolence, I bow to thee
With thy presence, unlocked the energy divine
Unleashing with ease, creativity infinite
O Shri Mataji, Mother of all poets and poetry
For thy divine inspiration, I bow to thee
As mother earth, thou giveth balance and gravity
Erasing all my sins, negativity and impurity
O Shri Mataji, the creator of Lord Ganesha, the Ganapati
Guardian of my innocence and chastity, I bow to thee
Just a glance of thee, removes all chaos instantly
I am in bliss, I am in joy to realize thy divinity
O Nirmala Maa, the very manifestation of Adi Shakti
Giving us salvation instantly, I bow to thee
A ‘particle of dust’, Mother, in childhood, you aspired to be
Touched by thy hands divine, such a particle, let me be
O Shri Mataji, on thy Lotus Feet, let me always be
As that ‘particle of dust’, thy divine instrument, I bow to thee
My Ultimate Love
When the thoughts wander to search for you
I simply close my eyes
The string of thoughts ceases to exist
And I see you live and bright!
No moment passes without you,
Thoughts of you never leave my mind
Oh! My beloved, when I am in you and you in me,
Where the question of forgetting you arise
I venerate you as my mentor
I adore you as my dame
I seek you as my kin and friend
You are within me as a flame.
Pour me your wine, oh! Divine!
Let me drink and dance
I am swaying ecstatically in your love
I wish to remain eternally in this trance
You are the essence of this universe
You are the life’s ultimate verse
I long nothing but to bow before this grace
And sing hymns and dance in your praise.
Sreejith
poem by Sreejith Kulaparambil
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Sonnet: Poetry's Divine
0 hallowed be the mind in solitude!
That holds the pen to rhyme, without fine wine;
His joys and woes caused by the multitude,
For Prose is earthly, Poetry's divine!
Great is the mind that talks from heart to heart,
And praises to his pen which moves as swift;
And within moments, founded is his art,
By thoughts that flash, before his bark's adrift.
Oh, what adroitness marks his mighty pen!
That scribbles fast the thoughts that seize on him?
Though all the while quite passive stays his ken,
Allowing heart to overflow its brim.
0 Prose is earthly, Poetry's divine!
The latter inebriates more than wine.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: God’s Wine
Inebriate me Lord, with Thy celestial wine,
Of mercy, freely, flowing from Thy heart;
Thence-forth let my thoughts/ actions turn divine,
And let my earthly living become art.
Bestow on me a sinner, Thy love’s wine,
Ready forever to intoxicate;
And thereafter, let love spring forth divine;
From my mundane heart and well permeate.
Shower on me, earthling, like rain thy Wine,
Of grace that helps me brave all earthly storms;
Invigorate me Lord, make me divine;
Let me renounce all the demoniac forms.
Let me be drunk in thy mercy, love and grace,
And fight the tempter’s onslaught with great pace.
poem by John Celes
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Beauty In You Boils Like Wine Yet You Are So Divine
You are eternal so is love
Everything is for change but not beauty of my love..
Beauty in you is admired by all
Here i'm as adorable not for all..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty is you that's true
Honey.. it's true mirror never lies you..
I never lie but can lie for you and
For your happiness can die for you..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty is sacred so are you
Beauty is priceless so in you
You are precious but not for the world
Can bet anything to make you my world
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beautiful is you not my life
Your beauty is immortal not my eyes
Oh Mine...
Your beauty is the way to heaven
Show me way to your heart which is next to seven..
Take me the way i am and
make me the way you want..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
You are my love worth to die for
You are my freedom worth to fight for..
I made my guts to compromise
Beauty in you is worth a sacrifice..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
My words can sail but are not for sale
Can sacrifice in love to make you my fairy tale..
This song of mine is only for you my sunshine
I can sing this song specially for you my divine..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
I've signed your name on each dropp of my sweat and
Will dream of you till the last day of my breath..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine..
poem by Dr Vinay Sirigere
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Riding Changing Pursuit Thoughts
sometimes he rides his thoughts like bicycles
sometimes thoughts like the allure of a whisper
sometimes thoughts like the scent of a candle
sometimes thoughts like the purr of a motorcycle
sometimes thoughts like screaming engine race
sometimes thoughts like thunder lightning flashes
sometimes flash fire thoughts comets igniting the sky
sometimes riding morning breaks punctuates paradise
sometimes morning breaks spread encircle entire earth
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The melancholy of my lonely nights
Its so cold in this room of mine,
Its even worse in this bed of mine,
Missing the days we never spent,
The love we never endured,
And your presence, always absent,
The night comes along,
Switching off the lights might help,
Yet i see your face again,
Putting my head under the pillow might help
Yet i feel your presence again,
Spare me the torture angry night,
I miss her but dont haunt me
I remember you scent and get drunk,
Thinking of none that existed but you,
I dream just but you again,
The thoughts never vanish,
Is it a blessing or its disguised?
Is it nature or you have a charm?
Spell to enslave my thoughts,
Enslaving them with the thoughts of you,
You have become a second me,
Taking over and coming over,
Waking up from your thoughts,
Oh my God its only 11pm
Till dawn i think of you,
I dream of you, missing you,
Wanting you and needing you
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Paper Door
I step through the open door
upon a blank sheet of paper.
It's a room to dream into
but, it is often cold, and so damn empty.
It's cleansed and illuminated
by the presence of a holy melancholy.
Hasten the words come, and
take the loneliness away.
The pen is a train
passing through this small paper-room.
The thoughts are tracks
it lays down.
Picking up passengers of the night
it moves ever along.
The riders so briefly talk and sing
with such sweet stories to tell.
Soon all the traveller's will have left the station
and the room again, becomes Void.
I take my leave...
and softly close the door behind me.
- so many see the facts of life all about them,
yet are blind to the beautiful metaphors within everything -
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Red wine, rain and my thoughts
Red wine,
rain
and my thoughts
but there's something missing
how can I say I don't know
everywhere is desolate, and
every corner in this city
hides your image
that makes me more thoughtful.
Red wine,
rain
and my thoughts,
sometimes I can't take a breath
and I can't hold my tears,
day by day living in this city,
without you
that's just meaningless.
Red wine,
rain
and my thoughts,
you are endless hope
all I have in this life
that takes me behind of the worlds
where I've found you with all my heart
Red wine,
rain
and my thoughts,
red wine is my dream
that ornament whole my life,
rain is your voice
that's always in my ears,
and my thoughts is just you who is also me
red wine,
rain
and my thoughts
written by Turgay HINIZ, Agust 2007, Sydney.
poem by Turgay Hiniz
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Divine
Not of this world entirely.
Heaven sent, you are my diety.
Lived through all the romance sadly meant for me.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, I will be divine.
I wear the spell you put on me.
Like a charm no one else can see.
Keeps away the wicked badly meant for me.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
And when I thought my fire finally died, I felt your spell, tight as ever, tied.
No one is above the rituals of love.
Temptation calls and the stars fall from the blue.
There is no limitation except for me and you.
Lived through all the romance sadly meant for me.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
song performed by by Blondie
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Do You Have Any Thoughts About Me?
Do you have any thoughts about me?
And I want to know if the thoughts that you have about me
Are any good?
Do you mind sharing the thoughts about me?
What are the thoughts about me like?
Are the thoughts about me semtimental?
Are the thoughts about me very romantic?
Are the thoughts about me full of love?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Dreamful Thoughts
Long ago when in class room
having dreamful thoughts
of days yet to come.
Dreams of travel to
places far away
to lands of adventure.
Dreamful thoughts of
hollywood and the star
I would become.
Dreamful thoughts of writing
the great american novel,
what a vidid imaination
I had back then.
Suddenly I heard a voice
speaking to me, 'Well
what's the answer Jim.'
Dreamful thoughts oh,
how sweet they were
back in days of my youth.
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Sonnet: A Poet’s Dream
I dreamt I turn’d into a rose flower,
That’d fully blossomed, looking so lovely!
Because I wished to be a bee-lover,
One morn as dawn came on very stealth’ly.
I was a rose, red-petaled and much pretty,
Emitting fragrance really very sweet!
My lover-bee buzz’d on to me happily,
Hovering around, with his rhythmic wing-beat.
“Good morning sweetheart! ” it said and kissed me.
“I’ve flown for miles, seeking your divine face, ”
“O spare me some nectar for I’m thirsty,
And some more nectar for my kids, in case.”
“O bee-lover! All my nectar’s for thee;
Only promise to always visit me! ”
poem by John Celes
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This Room
Your sweet smell of an aroma is all over this room and,
You are the river flowing into my heart;
And like the cocoa from Ivory Coast with a sweet taste,
You are all that i need in this room.
Come and make love to me and,
Let me bear you children;
For your sweet smell of an aroma is all over this room.
This room is made for you and i,
This room will surely take us to the skies!
For you love is the only one needed in this room.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Inside That Room
inside that room
clutters of old things
a conglomeration of dusts
silent stones
broken wedges
blunt shapes and sharp edges
inside that room
that silence we both shared
isolated moans
tongues lingering
inside that room
our memories
now the door is closed.
inside that room
the noise of insistence
the clap of a disaster
we disown
inside that room
the impregnation of tough thoughts
with soft laces
of ductile memories
inside that room
oh! there is no
us anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wandering At Morn
WANDERING at morn,
Emerging from the night, from gloomy thoughts--thee in my thoughts,
Yearning for thee, harmonious Union! thee, Singing Bird divine!
Thee, seated coil'd in evil times, my Country, with craft and black
dismay--with every meanness, treason thrust upon thee;
--Wandering--this common marvel I beheld--the parent thrush I
watch'd, feeding its young,
(The singing thrush, whose tones of joy and faith ecstatic,
Fail not to certify and cheer my soul.)
There ponder'd, felt I,
If worms, snakes, loathsome grubs, may to sweet spiritual songs be
turn'd,
If vermin so transposed, so used, so bless'd may be, 10
Then may I trust in you, your fortunes, days, my country;
--Who knows that these may be the lessons fit for you?
From these your future Song may rise, with joyous trills,
Destin'd to fill the world.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Sonnet XXIX
I think of thee !--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there 's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood
I will not have my thoughts instead of thee
Who art dearer, better ! Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee
Drop heavily down,--burst, shattered, everywhere !
Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee
And breathe within thy shadow a new air,
I do not think of thee--I am too near thee.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Xxix
I think of thee !--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there 's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood
I will not have my thoughts instead of thee
Who art dearer, better ! Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee
Drop heavily down,--burst, shattered, everywhere !
Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee
And breathe within thy shadow a new air,
I do not think of thee--I am too near thee.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet XXIX: I Think of Thee
I think of thee!--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee,as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood
I will not have my thoughts instead of thee
Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee
Drop heavily down,--burst, shattered, everywhere!
Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee
And breathe within thy shadow a new air,
I do not think of thee--I am too near thee.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Drink the Nectar
Drink the nectar of the Divine Name, O human! Drink the nectar of the Divine Name!
Leave the bad company, always sit among righteous company. Hearken to the mention of God (for your own sake).
Concupiscence, anger, pride, greed, attachment: wash these out of your consciousness.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover. Soak yourself in the dye of His colour.