A Flower To Auroville Mother-7
JaathiMalli, pichi, (Jasminum grandiflorum,
poet's jasmine)
What secret in slender heart laid
I wonder when you bud streaked red
In blooming retort denuded all hide
Tickled incensed you diffuse from shed
What secret in slender white laid
Wonder again when you seem wishy-washy
In bidding hurry hiss 'most aroma preyed'
Pinched faded to vanish slushy sloshy
Hmm..I sigh, wish you here again back
Wonder, back creeping high afresh anew
Leafing through your leafy six-pack
Smiling fragrant petaled five all true
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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Wishy Washy
I got a place with a view
You can see the cars
As they travel down the freeway
To clubs and bars
There's a woman downstairs
With matt-grey hair
And she smiles when she tells me
There's no room for me here
They've got it in the city
They've got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
It's all so wishy-washy
It's all so wishy-washy
I got another place
This time with a fireplace
And a woman can come around
Write poetry and feel safe
I said it's good for me now
But I'm not being fed
I said it's good for me now
But I'm not being fed
song performed by by INXS
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-50
Confederate jasmine(Star jasmine
Trachelospermum jasminoides)
You came to me as the scenting star
In my arduous flower-hunting war
But the captive is me ever you caught
Freeing yourself tangling my thought
Such is your fragrance from far afar
Tied my quest ensconced in your car
At that I could hold on well with you
Ever green even two-tone as blush you
Timely when you change to new posies
Piwheeled white petals in high bliss
A neat slender wiring ovately leafed..
What then? I grow fragrant overwhelmed
Star, come along as all I on traverse
Just to perfume and not to reverse
But to grow all and everywhere I go
With all the latex to shoot new so
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Secret Heart
Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics.
Secret heart what are you made of?
What are you so afraid of?
Could it be three simple words
Or the fear of being overheard
What's wrong?
Let her in on your secret heart
Secret heart, why so mysterious?
Why so secret, why so serious?
Maybe you're just acting tough
Maybe you're just not bad enough
What's wrong?
Let her in on your secret heart
(Bridge) 2x
This very secret you're trying to conceal
Is the very same one you're dying to reveal
Go tell her how you feel
Secret heart come out and share it
This loneliness, few can bear it
Could it have something to do with
Admitting that you just can't
Go through it alone?
Let her in on your secret heart
Let her in on your secret heart
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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From Doveglion for A.K.
First, a poem must be magical,
Then musical as a sea-gull.
It must be a brightness moving
And hold secret a bird’s flowering.
It must be slender as a bell,
And it must hold fire as well.
It must have the wisdom of bows
And it must kneel like a rose.
It must be able to hear
The luminance of dove and deer.
It must be able to hide
What it seeks, like a bride.
And over all I would like to hover
God, smiling from the poem’s cover.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Soft Court System Oct 9th,2012
Our soft courts seem to bend over backwards giving criminals a break,
Giving bail or house arrest as though the public was not awake,
Because some legal-aid lawyer might want more Charter rights,
Though the terrorist criminal might like being involved in knife fights.
Therefore we need compulsory sentences laid down by law,
Not wishy-washy pompous judges with a soft paw,
And mandatory minimum time inside for vicious crimes,
Added time for each criminal crime each and every time.
And the Charter of Right should not influence a court decision,
The reason our courts are so soft with all the indecision,
And no publicity bans allowed for some strange reason,
We live in a democracy so therefore no secret season.
poem by James Bredin
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Slender Frame
( pal waaktaar/mags)
Your coat is hanging loosely
On your slender frame
Theres many roads to lave by
But few come back again
I dont believe it
I believe it
Take a look around and see
Whats stopping you is stopping me
One moonless night and well make it right
And vanish in the dark of night
Pack up your things and go
Run down the road, dont take it slow
Pack up your things today and run away
Yeah, run away
You say its useless crying
Never got you far
You claim theres none as lonely
Lonely as you are
I dont believe it
I believe it
Take a look around and see
Whats breaking you is breaking me
One moonless night well make it right
And vanish in the dark of night
song performed by by A-Ha
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Rain Music
On the dusty earth-drum
Beats the falling rain;
Now a whispered murmur,
Now a louder strain.
Slender, silvery drumsticks,
On an ancient drum,
Beat the mellow music
Bidding life to come.
Chords of earth awakened,
Notes of greening spring,
Rise and fall triumphant
Over every thing.
Slender, silvery drumsticks
Beat the long tattoo--
God, the Great Musician,
Calling life anew.
poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter
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Garden Lady
Her fingers long and slender
As to the rest of her
Wonder how such frailty could, labor
Seen with dirt under nails
Her drive is a better world
She has gone further
Than just a frail young woman
Her fingers long and slender
With the smell of future flowers
Soon will give you much to see
Exceeding your garden needs
The plants she sows
They are hardy
They will grow
Through heat
Through neglect
She will give you what you expect
And tell you not to neglect
Keeping them alive is nothing new
Seedlings comming through
In a secret garden
Away from the cruel....
She holds a thornless rose
Timeless and fragile
Pretty and pink
With other pastel inks
The blossoming is forever
In her heart
A model for all to know
For no other could grow
Another season begins
Life lush and green
That is her nature
Fingers long and slender
poem by Howard Johnson
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-107
She's cool like Krishna's smile
Soothing alleviating so timely
What woe can invade the soul while
As Krishna she's here friendly
She's Vishnukranti slender sweet
Leafing her perennial favour utile
Those flowers here greet her fondly
Shying her flora azure worthwhile
Clothed her leafing clinging firmly
Hardy rooting confirming all the while
poem by Indira Renganathan
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No Secret Friend
I have a secret friend
No it's not what you think
My friend's not a secret
Nor is the secrets he keeps
You see he keeps his heart
On the table with me
But the rest of the world
It's secrets they see
My no secret friend
wears a joker's mask
But I can see the truth
the real, the past
My no secret friend says
his intentions are true
My no secret friend says
he has feelings for me
Does my no secret friend
have secret desires
Time will tell but till then
this moment is ours
poem by Patti Wilburn
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She Softly Spoke My Name During Her Sleep (Novelinee)
She softly spoke my name during her sleep,
turned around on a cool linen sheet
while slowly along the dark night did creep,
the air was with fragrant lavender sweet,
had the smell of jasmine and cinnamon,
stretching out naked across the soft bed
her limbs and body in the moonlight shone
and on the pillow laid her curly head,
before at dawn the many stars were shed.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A soulful waywardness
The dark cute shadow of his divorced wife stumbles in his fading memory.
And she never allows him to see the beauty.
In his stupefy dreams she comes as a witch broody.
He gets up in the middle of the night sweaty.
Though he wants to go back to her like a wishy-washy
Yet she enjoys her life in tomfoolery.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Hindu Wedding On A Jasmine Day
The season of JASMINE is blooming.
Wedding is on a day of JASMINE.
The couple are ready for the holy-bond.
Guests are ready with their blessing-band.
Baskets of garlands and stringed JASMINE,
With decorative JASMINE tassles is pleasing.
The fragrance of JASMINE is ambrosial!
Breathtaking! JASMINES' aroma is celestial.
Her long plait padded with JASMINES strung,
Atop with strands of JASMINE being swung,
The bride is given a garland of JASMINE.
Also the 'groom is given a garland of JASMINE.
The family deity is adorned with JASMINE.
The guests are given strands of JASMINE.
The couple garland each other in heck.
The 'groom ties an yellow thread around bride's neck.
The priest makes the groom by seven steps,
Promise to guard his spouse in life's ups.
Splattering holy rice and scenty JASMINE,
All bless 'LONG SMELLY LIKE JASMINE'!
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Secret Place
Theres a secret place I like to go
Everyone is there but their face dont show
If you get inside you cant get out
Theres no coming back, I hear them shout
Welcome to my hide away, my secret place
How I arrived I cant explain
Youre welcome to, if you want to stay
But everyone just runs away
Let me in, get me out
Cant do more then twist and shout
Lost my soul without a trace
Found it again in my secret place
In discrace
I hide from those that try to find me
Scary things thats right behind me
I lost myself, I must confess
I cant explain how I got this mess
song performed by by Megadeth
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The Beautiful Toilet
Blue, blue is the grass about the river
And the willows have overfilled the close garden.
And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth.
White, white of face, hesitates, passing the door.
Slender, she puts forth a slender hand;
And she was a courtezan in the old days,
And she has married a sot,
Who now goes drunkenly out
And leaves her too much alone.
poem by Ezra Pound
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Trustworthy is just as important as love
How can u keep a secret about
yourself but yet someone
else your quick in a hurry
to throw their secret out of
your memory card and forget all about
their trust towards you...
Why should anyone trust anyone but themselves
because you as yourself is the
only person you can really count on
and when something goes wrong
no one can be blamed but yourself
How come love is a
chosen word thatmany use
but yet trust seems to slip
everyones minds and thoughts
They both hurt like hell
so whats the difference
♥ Jasi♥
poem by Jasmine Cooper
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Slender's Ghost
Vide Shakspeare.
Beneath a churchyard yew,
Decay'd and worn with age,
At dusk of eve methought I spied
Poor Slender's Ghost, that whimpering cried,
'O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!'
Ye gentle Bards! give ear,
Who talk of amorous rage,
Who spoil the lily, rob the rose,
Come learn of me to weep your woes:
'O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!'
Why should such labour'd strains
Your formal Muse engage?
I never dreamt of flame or dart,
That fired my breast or pierced my heart,
But sigh'd, 'O sweet Anne Page!'
And you! whose lovesick minds
No med'cine can assuage,
Accuse the leech's art no more,
But learn of Slender to deplore;
'O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!'
And ye! whose souls are held,
Like linnets in a cage;
Who talk of fetters, links, and chains,
Attend and imitate my strains;
'O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!'
And you! who boast or grieve,
What horrid wars ye wage,
Of wounds received from many an eye,
Yet mean as I do, when I sigh,
'O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!'
Hence every fond conceit
Of shepherd or of sage;
'Tis Slender's voice, 'tis Slender's way,
Expresses all you have to say,
'O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!'
poem by William Shenstone
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If I Laid with You
if i laid with you
would you talk with me?
that talking without words,
without pretension or
manipulation... that does
not grasp, or own...
would you hold me
without holding back?
if i laid with you
would we quit pretending
that one is right and
one is wrong... and
one and one make two...
when one in one
makes one! tell me,
if i laid with you...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Picture Of Our Little Garden
The sand mound on the left,
And the colourful Zinnias edging it;
With profuse Asters adjacent,
And the triangular red bricks bordering it;
The wide windows artistic grille,
Below are the bright Cannas to the right;
The pale blue curtain over the window sill,
Over looking the blooming Hollyhocks bright;
The dense green leaves of the Radish,
With intermittent Balsams red and white;
The long stalked nodding Cosmos' swish,
All enchant and cheer the mind and sight.
The smooth and slender butterflies,
Both diurnal and crepuscular;
Of various hues fly, sit and rise,
Flit from flower to another flower.
Their wings are held vertically at rest,
Then when they bask in the sun they out-stretch:
Butterflies are Nature's beauteous best,
They to our hearts joy and delight fetch.
The yellow Sunflowers standing tall,
With the tender Jasmine climber to the fore;
Their white fragrant flowers allure all,
The picture perfect garden all of us adore.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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