A Flower To Auroville Mother-2
Madurai Malligai( Jasminum sambac, Gundu Malli)
Rubied of the twilights the loam
Redolent of the Malligai grown
Circumambulating aroma aromatizing the zone
City of Meenakshi for Malligai well known
Charmed of pleasance, Malligai's elegance
Even superjacent Muruga raving with diligence
Queen of night as wafting with fragrance
Scene of love to the moon in florescence
Manured of a godly land rich
Made of pentapetaled Malligai much
Trading of the blossoms even abroad reach
Malligai's puissance divine as Meenakshi such
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Devi Meenakshi
Triumphant empress of cosmic ocean
Descended aglow, green and resplendant
Fiery abode of supplicatory division
Ascended a tri-breasted cherub cute
Madurai king Malayadwaja's request
Meenakshi to him a divine asset
Charming was She like the silver moon full
Heroic was She in war-field as well
Lassie lotus golden and corronated
Wedded to Her Lord of space matted
Transmuted Her triplex to duplex
Thence a legend She at Madurai-complex
Heroine of earth macrocosm moulded itself
Shakti is Meenakshi all by herself
Divine Mother exemplified woman illustrious
Goddess is goddess Meenakshi of benevolence
She is there of an emerald single
Her gleaming lustre, radiance indelible
Beauteous eyes, arched brows in elegance
Chin and cheek in well defined endurance
She is there of esteemed puissance
Magnificent bestower of boons and prudence
Idealistic if idol of engrossing effulgence
Bewitching then won't She be in real appearance
Clemency of Her poise, mercy flows
Gracious Her eyes fishing out our woes
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-89
Nithya Malli(Peru Malli
River Jasmine, Brazilian Jasmine,
Jasminum fluminense)
Is that you're kissed
By celestial breeze
All nights till end
Richly you flit fragrance
And so called NithyaMalli?
Me a captive captured
Await your florescence
To turn from creamy bud
To pure white fluorescence
Anxiety-borne inquisition..
And trifoliate, big, broad
Leaflets in humble obeisance
While in supporting mind
You bloom in heavenly alliance
Lub lub-dub, dub speedy my heart
poem by Indira Renganathan
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April Neem
Chirping flapping of iridescent tones
Cooccurring with a maestro's cuckooing
Through the dulcet breeze
Breaking quiscence to break open
The spectrum of colours cooling
Aurora ready to sprinkle
Bathed in empyrean ablution aromatized
Nectarial Neem efflorescing shadily divine
Wide spread deterging eerie evils
A hoary pharmacy of villagers'providence
Glittering her bespangled blossoms
Welcoming Chithirai's celestial pleasance
April angel Azadirachta indica auguring
Auspice of Meenakshi-Sundareshwar wedding
Aloft the heaven amrit-fed, a goddess-manifesto
All to prosper set in spring's flavour
Opportune Neem abundant assuasive
Advantageos analgesic all time authenticity
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Summer
Season is up for summer
Nascent, vernal to spring and glimmer
Out of the womb of winter
For a fest of pongal splendor
Clutching the charriot of the above fire
On Rathasapthami is lovelier, happier
Its wayward on spring's carrier
Pleasant yet of a destined barrier
Summer on Thaipoosam for a cosmic lancer
To rhythm all as a tressy dancer
And on Maasimaham abluted to surrender
Expiating sins in sacred rivers to ponder
That awaken Shiva awake whole night to squander
His blessings on Shivrathri to pour and wander
Then on high-beamed moon of a grandeur
Celestial fete on Panguni uthram in awesome wonder
Summer has thus grown now to feather
Upping along with the sun hotter
Then on birth of Rama happily to high soar
To enter into Chithirai of a Tamil New Year
At the wedding of Meenakshi and Sundareshwar
Summer dips and rips in Vaigai river
Just to be endorsed good in Chitragupta's ledger
On first moon full of the new year
Summer is ahead along the sun's ladder
To witness the birth of a celestial warrior
Lord Muruga of Vaikasi on Visakam star
Then adown its rungs for a festivel of car
At Nellai unto the feet of Lord Nellaiappar
Summer is humble to be a driver
Pulling the charriot of the divine father
Meek unto the feet of the divine mother
Summer awaiting Autum his seasoned brother
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Yellow Jasmine, (Italian Jasmine,
Jasminum humile)
Atlast, I've found her
Long-lasting fragrant
Pentapetaled brighter
A Jasmine so anticipant
Yellowy, godly rewarding
Daughter of Himalayas
Willowy angularly branching
Shrubby with pinnate leaves
A Jasmine so anticipant
Of respect and worship
Inviting charm and scent
Medicative sure a godship
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-85
Adukku Malli (Arabian Jasmine, Butt mogra
Jasminum samba var, Grand Duke Of Tuscany)
I shall wait dear Malli
Till you're in blossom
In three decks creamy
Full and fragrant awesome
Solitary on strong cane
Supporting leaves bushy
Opens your fragrant plane
For tea and perfume dashy
So shall wait dear Malli
Till you're in blossom
In three decks creamy
Full and fragrant awesome
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Trinity Of Carnatic Music 2-Muthuswamy Dhikshitar
Blessed Yogi when blessed
Blessed was your cognizant mastery
To be blessed from the sacred depths
Devi Ganga to treasure you with Rama-Veena
Blessed later when the Lord of Tiruttani
Blessed was 'you' with your vibhakti kritis
To be blessed from the heavenly treasury
'GuruGuha' to treasure you in bouffant compendium
Blessed your sanskrit lexicon when blessed
Blessed Navavarna kritis blossomed in stacks
To be blessed then planetary nine in seven talas
Extended seventy two Kartas issuing varieties aplenty
Blessed your peripatetic journey when blessed
Blessed Amrithavarshini pattered driving drought
To be blessed you then to sing to Madurai Meenakshi
'Meenalochani Pasamochani'to board you of Her abode
Blessed scholar with blessed knowledge
Blessed verbarian, blessed musician
To be blessed is we O'Guru, by your soul
Devis and deities from your resort of music
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Mom, When I Cried
Early morning, you make my bread,
The same with love to me you fed,
But when I cried to eat you said,
When I am with you don't need to be sad.
While walking to school, I was always red,
I would nag for you to carry me to the end,
But when I cried to walk you said,
When I am with you don't need to be sad.
From school when I come back,
With home works in my big pack,
I cried to do them, but you said,
When I am with you don't need to be sad.
At night, you put me in bed
My manners with stories you mend
But when I cried to sleep, you said
I am with you don't need to be sad.
Now all day long in loss I cry
Will you come, or at least give it a try?
But when I cried myself to sleep, in my dream you said
My child, you don't need to be sad.
poem by Meenakshi Hariharan
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Valliyur
Providential wish!
Daughters of Thirumal, to the eye-born sisters
Amirthavalli and Sundaravalli
Preached Lord Muruga Shatakshara mantra
Offered in return the sisters gratefully
Both themselves to marry Muruga
But ordered them Muruga to be born anew
Then to conjoin Him
Deivanai and Valli hence their incarnate next
Providential command!
Demon Padmasura to be slain
Amid the oceanic silence of Tiruchendur
Prior slain brother Taraka the hill-demon Krauncha
Gifted, much cheered Devendra
Daughter Deivanai to valorous Muruga
Seated the couple encaved at Tiruparankundram
Tri-pieced Taraka, slain head hurled off
Mahendragiri hill defending it
Taraka's head transformed into a rock- cave
Providential wish!
Vallimalai bore Vishnu on penance
Deer-guised Lakshmi consorted Him to bear Valli
New-born Valli later found abandoned
'Vallikizhangu' burrow supporting the babe
Found and fostered the hill-king Nambi Valli
Sneaked out to Muruga everything sage Narada
Valli now grown beautifully
In proposal disguised Muruga
Played all tricks and gimmicks
Unaware of the divine being
Tender Valli hid herself in 'valliguhai', Tiruchendur
However helped Vinayaka His brother
And matched Valli with Muruga at Tiruthani
Desired Valli to settle in the rock-cave
Demon-Krauncha where concaved
Consented Muruga to Valli's wish
Spear-struck 'saravanapoikai'
The spring for Valli to relish
Enlightenment the divine proximity did pave
Thereon named as Poornagiri the rock-cave
Valliyur thence the name after Valli
She dwelt with Muruga gleefully
Bliss of love in predominance
Exempted can not be even the providence
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Rose
A rose is but a woman
Chaste, fragrant, prominent
Its thorns its protecting weapon
In haste to retaliate, violate
Roseate blossom is innocent, redolent
Wafting in air chaste fragrance
Crushed by anyone malevolent
Thorns'll pierce him bleed by vehemence
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Domestic Shades-12
Wishing My Grand-Daughter-
Appears like risen from your lotus-nascence
Aurora's auspice
Bearing a clement presence
Sprawling incessant fulgence
Traversing by a sunny cycle along the days
With ardent love for Mother Earth
Appears like risen from your lotus-nascence
Sacred Shiva's cherubic Bala
Grown into a damsel of Tripura
To vanquish Bandasura beateous Lalitha
In valorous eloquence to conjoin Shiva
Meenakshi leering fledging love-arrows
Appears like risen from your lotus-nascence
Verdant Lakshmi pining for Vishnu
Firm in the lord's heart be seated to accrue
Sought His espousal reflects you
O' grand-daughter your divine puissant power
How I wonder sans any difference
O'Miss.Grandeur
Of your persona verdure
A scholar, benefactor I discover
And I wish you be so for ever
With all the mercy of the Supreme-Power
Wish you life through to cherish and prosper
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Haywood City Queen
Haywood City, Cherokee Indian
Reservation Queen
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
Five cemeteries seen
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
40 acres and a Mule
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
Where's The Negro Public School?
Haywood City, state of misery
Indian Royal Slove Queen
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
A Queen has left the scene.
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(I am an Undercover-Christian Rite Cherokee Indian, and
I am also a USA Poetry Queen since the good year 2009.)
--
poem by Queen Of England RoyaltyPatrenia Turner
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Twilights of our lives
Twilights, dim obscurities of the seasons,
An opaque morning, our diffused selves in afternoons
We entwine, we have promises in these uncertainties
We see a hundred more sunsets and sunrises coming out
From the slits of our folded hands,
The morning twilights the afternoon twilights of our lives
We always love the glow; we ride in the dusk that slides
Over night skies, we descend to the lights of morning
The two of us ushering as pure as the clear lights of noon,
Whole and lovely still, then we heat & burn and then
We shall, the two of us still like twilights, finally dim then die.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bakula
O'Bakula, Bakula
Tell me
Your secrecy why sri Krishna
His Bansuri played under your canopy
Whilst you shedding your drizzles
Gathered the cows in gentle breeze
Tell me
St.Sambandar why under your shade
To marry assured Sangili Nachiar
Whilst you murmuring in gentle sway
Played concealed Shiva in your shadiness
Tell me
Temple lords all choose why you
In tranquility seated by your side
Tri-faceted turned why even Lord Muruga
At Elangi in your courtship importunate
Tell me
Your medicament exercised why to luxuriate
Usage of barks, flowers, fruits all yours why
Prized ethereal your gardenia why
Blossoms yours laced into laurels why
O'Bakula, Bakula
Look, handful mine your aromatic blossoms
To open up here truth of your heavenliness
Sunny-tiny, their celestiality wafting fragrance
Speaketh of trees five of providence
'Sandhanam, Mandharam, Karpagam, Parijatham
With Devatharu their evil fate suffered
Be out of demonism sought they to Shiva
Blessed then into one Bakula tree all five
Up His words seated at Thiruvotriyur
Shiva in shadiness beneath the Bakula tree'
O'Bakula, Bakula
Firmament so is your mother factual
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Aroma
The aroma of coffee,
The aroma of cocoa,
The aroma of tea,
Sleep, asleep!
Wake, awake!
Pace, apace!
Bode, abode!
Long, along!
Range, arrange!
Row, arrow!
And of the way things are done,
And of the way love is made;
This psychological problem,
This psychological war! !
But, let us shape this world with the aroma of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Welcome To The Cordillera
WELCOME TO THE CORDILLERA
mELVIN d.bANGGOLLAY
Welcome to the great Cordillera's beauty
And behold its mystic land and history
Of people in a land known as the stairway
To heaven with its ranges of nature tapestry.
Welcome to Kalinga, verdant land known to many
As the land of the brave hunters our history,
The land known as the peacock of the country
With their colorful custom amidst modernity.
Here you can fine Cordillera's rice granary
With the best aroma of coffee in the country
Perfectly brewed by hands of genuine beauty
Of charming ladies dancing with gong's intimacy.
If you traverse the highways of Cagayan Valley
You will be charmed by Apayao's serene beauty
Where you can now fine banana based industry
With their growing cassava production in ARC.
You can fine here the cleanest river in our country
From its unexploited forest away from modernity
Where you can enjoy wildlife living in intimacy
As you can see domesticated dear in every family.
Benguet is another source of the land' beauty
Where the famous mines of gold and silver stay
Popularly known as the region's vegetable granary
With its temperate cold climate you can feel everyday.
On this land you can also fine the famous Baguio City
Known as the cleanest and greenest city in history
Known as the city of pines in the entire country
and as the summer capital of our archipelago today.
If you go down and pass along the whirling highway
You can reach the province of Abra known to many
As the bamboo capital of the entire region' today
With their famous bamboo based craft and industry.
Although the land is know for its political history
With famous politicians names making their own story
It is peopled by those who love to have peace everyday
Making the land of love flowing with stream of honey.
When you go west passing the known Halsima Highway
You will reach the only Mountain Province of the country
Where you will be enchanted to behold nature's beauty
Of high mountain peaks engulfed with pine's' great serenty.
You will never leave this land once you sip its coffee
Proven to have the aroma that relieves boredom magically
Being roasted by prudent hands known for their ingenuity
Of weaving products from looms and abaca fiber industry.
When you go south, you'll be charmed by Ifugao's beauty
With its famous land of history during the Japanese occupancy
Where lot of tales of hidden treasure were told everyday
From generations to generations until our time today.
It can not be denied that Ifugao Terraces is world history
With the ingenuity displayed by Ifugao seen today
In building stairways from slopes of mountain's scenery
Without any aid of modern tools like we have today.
If you want to know more and discover our ingenuity
Come to the Cordillera Region and enjoy its scenery
Along with the sweet smiles and warm hospitality
Of its people living in peace for our nation's posterity
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Moonlight North and South
Love, we have heard together
The North Sea sing his tune,
And felt the wind's wild feather
Brush past our cheeks at noon,
And seen the cloudy weather
Made wondrous with the moon.
Where loveliness is rarest,
`Tis also prized the most:
The moonlight shone her fairest
Along that level coast
Where sands and dunes the barest,
Of beauty seldom boast,
Far from that bleak and rude land
An exile I remain
Fixed in a fair and good land,
A valley and a plain
Rich in fat fields and woodland,
And watered well with rain.
Last night the full moon's splendour
Shone down on Taunton Dene,
And pasture fresh and tender,
And coppice dusky green,
The heavenly light did render
In one enchanted scene,
One fair unearthly vision.
Yet soon mine eyes were cloyed,
And found those fields Elysian
Too rich to be enjoyed.
Or was it our division
Made all my pleasure void?
Across the window glasses
The curtain then I drew,
And, as a sea-bird passes,
In sleep my spirit flew
To grey and windswept grasses
And moonlit sands--and you.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Dear you are near.....
My dear your love and all your dear dreams.....
My dear you wish be here in my godly arms......
I will love this godly land.......
and wish our God will be here.......
On that clam and patient night of union
The beauty of verdurant dawn,
Over thy face shall fawn,
(Following lines filled by my friend)
That last mystic breath of nerves, that last beat
Of tremulous hearts, and the moist heat
Of your lips shall smother me neat.
My dear,
We are far, solitary flowers in love-woods
Waiting for spring to shufle our petals,
My dear,
You are near, flowing in my veins,
(my friend wants to add)
sliver of pain looming in the moony night
shiver of cool and don't be sad, that’s the moon
she shed her silver and opens
As her lips nuzzle my ear -...................
[sadness felt from you dear,
perhaps the moon will soothe
my heart and touch to smoothe
and heal my wondering mind
and again happiness, I will find? ]
(Dear please fill this poem)
poem by Thampi KEE
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City Night
Night is lively.
Night is stunning
Night is pleasurable.
Night is sugary like apple pie.
Night is walking towards with hobo.
Night will never end.
Night is dark.
Night is now simple, sweet, calm, amusing.
I am in love with this city night.
City is covered with this pleasant night.
Night is having the shine of city.
Night is getting wilder.
Night is getting cruel.
Time will never stop running.
Night will over with the time.
Another night will come in this city.
I am waiting for the night.
Here city shed tears
Here city chuckle like a little kid.
Here city dance with the mysterious wind.
I am in love with this city night.
Night never stops coming.
Night will never break its rule.
It will come over and over in this cold blooded city.
But I will never stop loving this city night.
Night is resting.
It will come again into my little black book.
poem by Farzana Hossain
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Yet We Will Not Falter
Here is our playground
bigger and better than any golf course
or football stadium
where pebbles of our minds are crested
with opinions and beliefs
some confessional, some consummate
each heart in tandem with another heart
or delighting in some differences
yet we will not falter
as we present our pot-luck
to nourish our ambient souls
fragrance of pious spices
wafting like aroma in a buffet
our round- table larger than a globe
our seats unmarked, to each his own
yet we will not falter
as we partake with love
encrypted in understanding
in this delightful game of life.
poem by Leonard Dabydeen
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