A Flower To Auroville Mother-55
Honeysuckle(Japanese Honeysuckle,
Madhumati, Lonicera japonica)
(Dutch Honeysuckle, Madhumati,
Lonicera periclymenum 'Serotina')
(Translucent Honeysuckle
Lonicera quinquelocularis)
(Cape Honeysuckle, Tecomaria capensis)
Somewhere at the northern Bharath
Born you with honeyed fragrance
Sending in whiffs your redolence
Sensing in sniffs all me in mirth
Somewhere shrubby somewhere viny
Some are lancelike, some are oval
Branching leafing shining brainy
Changing white to yellow by fall..
Made in medicated make wholesome
Sprayed in heavenly nectar awesome
Suckled honey humming to embosom
Elsewhere in red-orange decor winsome
What could it be than the bestest
What else could be than the sweetest
So you are the sweetest heartiest
So you are the heartiest bestest
poem by Indira Renganathan
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My Honeysuckle Baby
My honeysuckle, baby.
Baby, you’re my honeysuckle.
You’re my Honeysuckle Baby.
My Honeysuckle Baby, baby.
From the bush I pluck you,
Put your tart body to my lips,
And draw your sweetness in with my mouth.
My Honeysuckle Baby—that’s what you are.
The baby from whom I get delectable honey.
What fine sweetness through that nice honey.
Fine, fine sweetness, my Honeysuckle Baby.
The honey is you, baby.
The sweetness is yours, honey.
You’re my honey, but you share your sweetness.
And that’s why I keep going to the bush.
And sucking it in: your great sweetness…
poem by Micheal Valencia
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Honeysuckle
Honeysuckle, oh Honeysuckle
Watching as you grow
In the springtime and summer rain
Remembering children's games
Remembering still from a breeze
Blowing a secret scent
From my youth, still are seen
Memories, from where I have been.
Oh Honeysuckle, precious dream
Walking down our road
From a boy, unto a man
Laughing at growing old
Precious dream, and precious life
Strolling dream in mind
Standing there, in the air
Reminded me of a different time.
Honeysuckle, oh Honeysuckle
Blooming once again
In the air, and I’ll be there
Longing for your scent,
For the boy, who was lost
Not ready to survive
Then you He caught, and you he taught
How to live, and how to smile.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Honeysuckle Rose
Evry honeybee.... fills with jealousy
When they see you out with me
I dont blame them....goodness knows
Honeysuckle rose
When youre passin by....flowers drop and sigh
And I know the reason why
Youre much sweeter....goodness knows
Honeysuckle rose
Dont buy sugar....you just have to touch my cup
Youre my sugar....its so sweet when you stir it up
When Im taking sips...from your tasty lips
Seems the honey fairly drips
Youre confection.....goodness knows
Honeysuckle rose.
(instrumental break)
Dont buy sugar....you just have to touch my cup
Youre my sugar....its so sweet when you stir it up
When Im taking sips...from your tasty lips
Seems the honey fairly drips
Youre confection.....goodness knows
Honeysuckle rose.
I said youre confection.....goodness knows
Honeysuckle rose.
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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The Miniature Woman
The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature Woman
and the Honeysuckle
He was a blue-eyed giant,
He loved a miniature woman.
The woman's dream was of a miniature house
with a garden where honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house.
The giant loved like a giant,
and his hands were used to such big things
that the giant could not
make the building,
could not knock on the door
of the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
at that house.
He was a blue-eyed giant,
he loved a miniature woman,
a mini miniature woman.
The woman was hungry for comfort
and tired of the giant's long strides.
And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarf with a garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house.
Now the blue-eyed giant realizes,
a giant isn't even a graveyard for love:
in the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house...
poem by Nazim Hikmet
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Tin Cup Chalice
By: jimmy buffett
1974
I wanna back to the island
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin
Gimme oysters and beer
For dinner every day of the year and Ill feel fine
Ill feel fine
Chorus:
I wanna be there
Wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And Im a chewin on a honeysuckle vine
Yeah now, the sun goes slidin cross the water
Sailboats they go searchin for the breeze
Salt air it aint thin
It can stick right to your skin and make you feel fine
Makes you feel fine
Chorus:
I wanna be there
Wanna go back down and a get high by the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And Im a chewin on a honeysuckle vine
Yes and now you heard my strange proposal
So get that packard up and lets move
I wanna be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind
Ive made up my mind
Chorus:
And I wanna be there
I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And Im a chewin on a honeysuckle vine
Coda:
Yeah with a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And Im a chewin on a honeysuckle vine
Again... to miss jane
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Chimes
I.
HONEY-FLOWERS to the honey-comb,
And the honey-bee's from home.
A honey-comb and a honey-flower,
And the bee shall have his hour.
A honeyed heart for the honey-comb,
And the humming bee flies home.
A heavy heart in the honey-flower,
And the bee has had his hour.
II.
A honey-cell's in the honeysuckle,
And the honey-bee knows it well.
The honey-comb has a heart of honey,
And the humming bee's so bonny.
A honey-flower's the honeysuckle,
And the bee's in the honey-bell.
The honeysuckle is sucked of honey,
And the bee is heavy and bonny.
III.
Brown shell first for the butterfly,
And a bright wing by and by.
Butterfly, good-bye to your shell,
And, bright wings, speed you well.
Bright lamplight for the butterfly
And a burnt wing by and by.
Butterfly, alas for your shell,
And, bright wings, fare you well.
IV.
Lost love-labour and lullaby,
And lowly let love lie.
Lost love-morrow and love fellow
And love's life lying low.
Lovelorn labour and life laid by,
And lowly let love lie.
Late love-longing and life-sorrow
And love's life lying low.
V.
Beauty's body and benison
With a bosom-flower new-blown.
Bitter beauty and blessing bann'd
With a breast to burn and brand.
Beauty's bower in the dust o'erblown
With a bare white breast of bone.
Barren beauty and bower of sand
With a blast on either hand.
VI.
Buried bars in the breakwater
And bubble of the brimming weir.
Body's blood in the breakwater
And a buried body's bier.
Buried bones in the breakwater
And bubble of the brawling weir.
Bitter tears in the breakwater
And a breaking heart to bear.
VII.
Hollow heaven and the hurricane
And hurry of the heavy rain.
Hurried clouds in the hollow heaven
And a heavy rain hard-driven.
The heavy rain it hurries amain
And heaven and the hurricane.
Hurrying wind o'er the heaven's hollow
And the heavy rain to follow.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Butterfly Caught
3d :
We lust for honeysuckle? ? ?
Strangers (strange things)
Lifes trawl pages?
Pick thin thing? ? ? ?
Tempted by the naked eye
Morning sunrise
I want air
Need it like a supplicant
Darkened skin
Afraid to see
Radiate
Open lips
Keep smiling for me
Darkened skin
Afraid to see
Radiate
Open lips
Keep smiling for me
We lust called honeysuckle? ? ?
Lets get freckles? ? ?
I cant take
Tranquilize
On my lips (on my lips)
Under your feet
song performed by by Massive Attack
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Heartsease In My Garden Bed
Heartsease in my garden bed,
With sweetwilliam white and red,
Honeysuckle on my wall: -
Heartsease blossoms in my heart
When sweet William comes to call,
But it withers when we part,
And the honey-trumpets fall.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Love's Seasons
When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine
And the summer days are in their bloom,
Then my love is deepest, oh, dearest heart of mine,
When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine.
When the winds are moaning o'er the meadows chill and gray,
And the land is dim with winter gloom,
Then for thee, my darling, love will have its way,
When the winds are moaning o'er the meadows chill and gray.
In the vernal dawning with the starting of the leaf,
In the merry-chanting time of spring,
Love steals all my senses, oh, the happy-hearted thief!
In the vernal morning with the starting of the leaf.
Always, ever always, even in the autumn drear,
When the days are sighing out their grief,
Thou art still my darling, dearest of the dear,
Always, ever always, even in the autumn drear.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The Caterpillar
Under this loop of honeysuckle,
A creeping, coloured caterpillar,
I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray,
I nibble it leaf by leaf away.
Down beneath grow dandelions,
Daisies, old-man’s-looking-glasses;
Rooks flap croaking across the lane.
I eat and swallow and eat again.
Here come raindrops helter-skelter;
I munch and nibble unregarding:
Hawthorn leaves are juicy and firm.
I’ll mind my business: I’m a good worm.
When I’m old, tired, melancholy,
I’ll build a leaf-green mausoleum
Close by, here on this lovely spray,
And die and dream the ages away.
Some say worms win resurrection,
With white wings beating flitter-flutter,
But wings or a sound sleep, why should I care?
Either way I’ll miss my share.
Under this loop of honeysuckle,
A hungry, hairy caterpillar,
I crawl on my high and swinging seat,
And eat, eat, eat—as one ought to eat.
poem by Robert Graves
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with the summer rain
romance of honeysuckle
sadly washed away
haiku by Michael Oliver
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Roses Blushing Red And White
Roses blushing red and white,
For delight;
Honeysuckle wreaths above,
For love;
Dim sweet-scented heliotrope,
For hope;
Shining lilies tall and straight,
For royal state;
Dusky pansies, let them be
For memory;
With violets of fragrant breath,
For death.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Honeysuckle Newswire
The honeysuckle needs
no towncrier.
Her scent announces
her bursting pink fire.
poem by Saiom Shriver
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Suzanne
(l. stansfield/i. devaney)
With lips inviting me to kiss them
You stare me straight in the hips
Its all so simple it excites me
I stand and wait for your fingertips
You run your fingers through my hair
I feel the sweat on my back
Theres something everybody dreams of
My dream is in your hands
Chorus:
The kiss is sweeter when its under the sugar tree
Sweet and dripping with with deceit, yeah, the sugar tree
We move in closer to each other
I start to sway from the heat
I want this feeling of excitement
To lay me under the sugar tree
This is my honeysuckle dream
That lets me be who I want to be
Give me the best of your attention
And let me see what I wannna be
Chorus
Tonight youre everything to me
And I dont care what tomorrow may bring
Because Im lying in yoour arms and the smell is so sweet
Let me be wild, let me free
This is my honeysuckle dream
That lets me be who I want to be
Give me the best of your attention
And let me see what I wannna be
Chorus and fade
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Sugar Tree
(l. stansfield/i. devaney/a. morris)
With lips inviting me to kiss them
You stare me straight in the hips
Its all so simple it excites me
I stand and wait for your fingertips
You run your fingers through my hair
I feel the sweat on my back
Theres something everybody dreams of
My dream is in your hands
Chorus:
The kiss is sweeter when its under the sugar tree
Sweet and dripping with with deceit, yeah, the sugar tree
We move in closer to each other
I start to sway from the heat
I want this feeling of excitement
To lay me under the sugar tree
This is my honeysuckle dream
That lets me be who I want to be
Give me the best of your attention
And let me see what I wannna be
Chorus
Tonight youre everything to me
And I dont care what tomorrow may bring
Because Im lying in yoour arms and the smell is so sweet
Let me be wild, let me free
This is my honeysuckle dream
That lets me be who I want to be
Give me the best of your attention
And let me see what I wannna be
Chorus and fade
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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When I look at you
Oh my lovely tree
Alone on a hill
How I wish that
I may become
A honeysuckle
A clinging vine
That from your
Root to top
I may entwine
But I am just
A bookworm
Still trapped
In this book
That she is
still Reading.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Bookworm Wanting To Be A Vine
When I look at you
Oh my lovely tree
Alone on a hill
How I wish that
I may become
A honeysuckle
A clinging vine
That from your
Root to top
I may entwine
But I am just
A bookworm
Still trapped
In this book
That she is
still Reading.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My september dreams
Your honeysuckle
scented twin hands
so warm and tender
softly touch and caress mine
through my september dreams
poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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Interlude
Shadows and light pervade the room. Clothes fall to the floor, cool breeze caresses skin. Fan humming its soothing distraction, cool air whispers over her as she slides between cool white sheets, aroma of lavender lulls her.
Muted sunlight, sheer pink curtains fan out in the breeze as trees softly sigh.and move in unseen currents. She tranquil, at harmony with this flawless afternoon.
The drone of a wasp the fragrance of honeysuckle and iris blend with lavender; delicate purple blooms displayed in an old Ball jar.
A murmur and a sigh floating as one with the joyful birds of spring.
poem by Carole Jensen
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Heading South
Orbison/dees
I want to talk to folks back home again, to walk along a lonely country lane
To spend some time with that woman of mine, heading south, heading south
Things look bright and I feel alright yeah Im heading south
Heading south to see the sun go down on camp fire light,to join the singing at night
Heading south to cotton rows and honeysuckle bloom
Under the cumberland moon heading south, heading south
Give me room to travel on my way to a place where dreams all fade away
Where the river flows and tobacco grows heading south heading south
Cause the sun is hot and people love a lot yeah Im heading south
Heading south to see the sun go down on camp fire light, to join the singing at night
Heading south to cotton rows and honeysuckle bloom under the cumberland moon
Heading south, heading south
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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