A Flower To Auroville Mother-72
Hosta(August lily, Hosta spp.)
See, fate sometimes fools us
So was I in mood shirky
Opining of not noteworthy
You Hosta, as one among those
But fate turned to be wise
Dashed me a fragrance august
When on a casual morn-rise
I was surprised totally aghast
You lilylike flower Hosta
Perennial from corms varied
Lanceolate or ovate leaves
Sizable, all I wonder 'o', aha'
Pendulous on panicle erect
In divine white tepals six
You're ever an angel perfect
Special scent when you mix
poem by Indira Renganathan
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In Profusion
In bloom, the Rose of Sharon, with its honey yellow hue,
Along with the graceful Jasmine, Clematis and Lilac too.
Followed by the Buddleia, that the butterflies so love,
Sedum, Quince and Penstemon, and the tall Foxglove.
With Crocosmia of orange and lime green Hosta bright,
London Pride, Pansy, Primula, what joy they all invite.
Geraniums in profusion, charm the glancing eye,
And standing proud, as if on guard, the grand gladioli.
Lily of the Valley with dainty bell shapes, white,
Japanese Anemones that close their heads at night.
Lavender and Fuchsia plus Hydrangea pink and blue,
All these lovely flowers grow in my backyard venue.
Pleasure is in the looking and seeing such a show,
A palate of such beauty, like the sweep of a rainbow,
Nature in all its excellence, dresses this vibrant scene.
In one small English garden these genre thus convene.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Fate-2
Divine`s shape is the fate
hell`s wisdom is the fate
and your success to dwell is the fate
and worthless to become rich is the fate
and the worthful beg to live is the fate
and what we can`t is the fate....
poem by Lily Peace Lago Every By To Ph
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Love and Fragrance
The fragrance of a flower
Like the fragrance of a woman
Is a declaration of fertility
The poetry of seduction
When you hold a flower
When you touch your lover
Traces of the fragrance stay with you
They're ingrained in your skin
Much like the single red rose
Standing alone, erect
Aflame with desire
My passion is only for you
And like a delicate flower
Our love is fueled by a fragrance
A fragrance that is uniquely yours
A scent that demands my attention
But in the end
Without love
Without passion
There would be no fragrance
~Rick Berry
poem by Rick Berry
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-75
Spider lily(Beach spider lily
Hymenocallis littoralis)
Calm and lovely, she's Spider Lily
White and peace she's Spider Lily
Pristine and pure she's Spider Lily
Silent and certain she's Spider Lily
There, up above the fanning leaves
Asunder below staminal cup she's
Overflowing her nectarian streams
Mind-blowing her aura measureless
Sacred tepals lofty with beauty
Stamens atop splurging as deputy
There goes heaven's sweet ditty
Miss not a white goddess pretty
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-73
Amaryllis(belladonna lily)
You're there in my garden
White with purplish veins
Enthralled and peace trodden
Unknowing albeit your facts
But as I wish and study
'What fancy' I should ask
Makes people all to mistake
You for unfit other names
For yours is unique pleasance
Wonderful o'belladonna lily
Divine outer-inner tepals
Strappy leaves glory-laden
Blossom of a bulbed grace
No doubt, a bloom from Eden
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Wild Red Rose
It stood in solitary silence,
marooned on an island of its own,
stranded and forsaken.
Its fate left to the hands of the gods.
The four winds
tore at its petals head,
rain shredded its green leaves,
and still it stood
in defiance of the elements,
standing worn and torn,
but still erect,
a wild red rose.
4 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Fate-6
Fate
a fool in wise
a wise in fool
kind in cruel
cruel in kind
love in hell
a hell in love
divine in brothel
a brothel in divine
polygamy in joy
monogamy in lust
Fate is what...
we never thought of
we never dreamt of
yet, we always feel............
poem by Lily Peace Lago Every By To Ph
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August 7, 4: 15
J. bon jovi
It was another day
A perfect texas afternoon
A mother and two children play
The way they always do
As they raced home from the mailbox
A mother and her son
Against a little girl of 6 years old
The independant one
The deputies went door to door
Through all the neighborhood
They said I got some news to tell you folks
Im afraid it aint so good
Somehow something happened
Someone got away
Someone got the answers for what happened here today
Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream - august 7 4:15
God closed his eyes and the world got mean
August 7 4:15
Now the people from the papers and the local tv news
Tried to find the reason
Cop dogs sniffed around for clues
Someone shouted hit and run
The coroner cried foul
Her blue dress was what she wore
The day they laid her body down
Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream - august 7 4:15
God closed his eyes and the world got mean
August 7 4:15
I know tonight that theres an angel
Up on heavens highest hill
And no one there can hurt you baby
No one ever will
Somewhere someones conscience is like a burning bed
The flames are all around you
How you gonna sleep again
Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream - august 7 4:15
God closed his eyes and the world got mean
August 7 4:15
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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In The Fields
Lord when I look at lovely things which pass,
Under old trees the shadow of young leaves
Dancing to please the wind along the grass,
Or the gold stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves;
Can I believe there is a heavenlier world than this?
And if there is
Will the heart of any everlasting thing
Bring me these dreams that take my breath away?
They come at evening with the home-flying rooks and the scent
of hay,
Over the fields. They come in spring.
poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
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August 05
M) The month of August
In the summer of 2005
In June I turned 18
My best friend moved back in state
In April I got a girlfriend since our first date
I met her last August
Later that year went to dust
H) I received a call on a hot summer day
The mood went a different way
She sounded like she cried
Like someone or something died
M) We started to change
Said I had become strange
We started to change
Hands against the wall
H) You wanted to escape
Cried, a victim of rape
I offered my help
M) What happened to the past?
A time that didn’t last
We changed too fast
H) You wanted to die
Then started to cry
I said I would help
You fought against the pain
Didn’t let your life dwain
You didn’t go insane
You won against the pain
M) Close to one year
Faced another fear
I broke your heart
I tore us apart
You chose a different fate
Tried to save us too late
I know there is nothing to save
I will bare this to my grave
H) M) I failed and succeeded
Helped you through his crime
We died in our prime
We are separate now
We were not meant to last
And you excepted your past
August 31,2005
My problem= M) helping her=H)
poem by Isaac Helms
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Sometimes In August
Cool, I mean cool as ever.
Anticipating these confrontations could end and bring abruptly the spark envisaged.
Dreams painted and hopes built, gladly chanting with sacred verves and voicing out in-depthly my voluminous ideas.
Sometimes in August, when plans discriminately fight one another with the aim of being supreme.
Hot, I mean hot to be exact.
If the heart beats to render courage to time, then hopes build up to defy fate.
Sometimes in August, our hopes fade, new consignments are met but proposed interrogationz would ever linger on my brains as always.
Sometimes in August.
poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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Fate-4
Fate is cruel
when moist honey lips in other`s tongue
Fate is lust
when moiest honey lips in my tongue
Fate is hell
when true love battered
Fate is pleasure
when other`s love on bed
Fate is vivid
when she opened her legs for me
Fate is vicious
when I am naked on another`s split
Fate is pain
when both of us on yet another`s split and jerks
Fate is what a fail in harmony
what we lost in love
where we lost hardwork
and when our will buried under
Fate rule us............
poem by Lily Peace Lago Every By To Ph
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August....
August is the month for kids it’s the last few weeks of freedom before a new school year begins.
August is the month where many parents are excited that its here cause they don’t want their kids home alone.
August is the last month before fall begins.
August is the only month that has fewer holidays than most months.
August is the month where most teens are happy because it means that it’s the last school year for most.
August is the month that I really don’t care for but I also like as well.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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Fate Stay With Me
What did you think Id be doing now
While you left me, I was thinking aloud
Would there be no end to my sorrow
Will I make it through tomorrow
Chorus:
Let the autumn leaves fall
The chilly raindrops freeze
The white snow melts
Ill just sail on those seas
Fate, fate, fate stay with me
I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be free
Fate, fate, fate stay with me
I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be free
That wouldnt be any fun
Id rather be lying on the sun
Together alone with you
Beneath the sky of blue
Repeat chorus
Tell me! tell me!
Will my light be blown out crying
Baby! baby!
I feel as though Im dying
Fate, fate, fate
Repeat chorus into fade
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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August is the dying month
August is the dying month
When hot July struggles to keep her hold
Moving toward a hopeless chilled September
Pretending to be summer
As if children heading back to school stir the cold from the sky
It is a refined deceiver
August is a butterfly crushed on a roadway
One side dead to the pavement
The other is still vibrantly flutteringly alive
Fighting to fly away but it’s fate is already sealed
It is a delicate executioner
August is the month colors trickle from trees
A first leaf unnoticed tumbles
Sheepishly the others will shortly follow
Shamefully they will drift to the ground
It is a subtle destroyer
August is 6 PM
The disillusion of a day realized
Dinners to be eaten alone
Murky dark mixes with the daylight
Spitting out gloomy gray
It is a sophisticated betrayer
August is the death rattle
Demise by means of a Fall
Stealing gaped mouth last breaths
Swallowing everything into its earth
Coughing back a cold winter in return.
poem by Wanda Swim Strunk
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Drops Of Water, Drops Of Thought
Drops of water, Drops of thoughts
When eyes of sky rain
Each dropp has an angel
Carry the dropp somewhere
Each dropp has a special fate
When head of sky birth
Each brainchild has an angel
Carry the dropp to a brain
One dropp to write another on to paint
Each dropp has a special fate
All what we need is just to pray
poem by hosny Soliman
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Garnished With A Flower
Each life is garnished with a flower
our loved ones smell when we die.
They smell the scent when we visit
to say our last goodbye.
We drift among them
at that fateful time
and the flowers scent
is to let our presents known.
We wish them no ill tidings
but just to let them know
that we have now joined
our lord near his heavenly throne.
31 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-108
Kathir pachai(Pogostemon patchouli)
Do you not think she's ordinary
Realised, 'll say extra-ordinary
Calm and soft in sheer simplicity
Yet in great demand of utility
Here is joining our flower group
Kathirpachai to make a floral-troup
They're busy making the garland
Kathirpachai to final knot grand
Ovate her leaves with strange scent
Forgetting earthly needs here bent
Herself stooped to a divine task
Purple-white her flowers along bask
A murmuring hush between each other
Caring deep their work for the Mother
Kathir is fastening all so proper
In right pull and tangle and order
Garland is ready with great ardor
Adorned in distinction by the Mother
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Evening Dress in the Afternoon
I don't know your name
couldn't find you photo, even on Google
but I know that you must be
a high-society sophisticate
in the butterfly world
svelte body sheathed
in basic black
wings black too, at the start
then bands of palest blue
give way to transparent tips.
You wear this
enchanting evening dress
with the detached cool
that comes with class
even though the sun is shining
this hot August August afternoon
sit unmoving
on a lily stem
while tiny white ingenues
flit about below
to curry favor.
My little august bloom
My little august bloom
I will always love you
Even when I am feeling blue
Where ever you may be
I will be there next to you
I will always love you
My little august bloom
If you ever cry
I can see it in the sky
I will light a candle for you
My little august bloom
Every breath that I take
I take it just for you
I wish that I was there with you
My little august bloom
You will always be the light
That warms my coldest nights
You shine bright within my eyes
The only reason for my life
My little august bloom
I am so in love with you
Nick Kler