A Flower To Auroville Mother-96
Panneer Maram(Indian Lavender,
Guettarda speciosa Linn.)
As high as the Lord
Your fame of fragrance
So is your sacred hold
Of holy-ash in credence
You're spoken about much
Your flora axillary white
Corolla tubes yellow-bunch
Hairy leaves clean bright
All gathered in serenity
Of great usefulness many
No wonder your divinity
Shrined in temples shiny
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Kaumaram-2
Thiruchendur-
second of the six special
abodes of Lord Murugan
His wonderment ocean-king hurrays
Lapping Thine each victorious grain
Commendably circumambulating celestials
In Thine ambient prcincts lauding
O' Thou valour on demon-slaughter
Exult Thine herd 'Vel, vel, vetri vel'
In nectarean Naazhikinaru in silence
Thine abluted wary paroxysm solaced
Penancing on pithy PanchaLingas
Pleading Thee for incaved Valli
Blessed Brihaspathi portending omen
Beatified Panneer tree broadcasting kudos
Panneer tree-Indian Lavender(Guettarda speciosa Linn.)
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Holy Holy
Listen lady, let me lie low, lie low with you
To be lie-high-high-high-high-high, my! oh my!
Slowly, we get too good and too holy
Helping one another, just a righteous brother
Night time, get me back in the night time
I dont want to be angel, just a little bit evil
I feel the devil in me
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
But just let me be
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
Let go of me
Listen lady, let me lie low, lie low with you
To be a lie-high-high-high-high-high, my! oh my!
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
But just let me be
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
Let go of me
song performed by by David Bowie
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Bright Colors
bright colors hang
on a horizontal pole
a white bench a red
pail and purple clouds
yellow sand black
sea grass and lavender
shadows umbrellas
on alternate orange and
white and saffron and
yellow green and crimson
blue sea with white foams
escape from a shrinking world
to the sea breeze and solitude
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Summer
The year rejoice with grass
that sprouts out bright green everywhere
and leaves covering
plants and trees.
Life blooms in fruit
that dazzles red, yellow and green on branches
and insects fly swept away,
while the birds sing joyful songs
and the bright white hot sun
hangs high up in the sky.
Lord, give that the fruit coming out of my words
and deeds are not out of conceit
and centred around the I and self, but also stand as a sign
of Your infusion and flower full-blown and great.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Doronicums are Smiling
Standing in a row
and greeting Hello
Doronicums are smiling
With their shiny Yellow.
The green hearty leaves
Encircle all you fellows
Feel so soft, rich and mellow
Rose is a king but you a Stello
Doronicum are smiling
with their shiny Yellow.
Happiness so vivid by your tone
Wisdoms the symbol that glows
Way you move when wind blows
Seems breeze playing Cello
Doronicum are smiling
with their shiny Yellow.
poem by Samima Shah
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-45
Daisy Fleabane, (Hairy Fleabane, Erigeron bellidioides)
Mexican Fleabane, (Erigeron karvinskianus)
Oxeye Daisy(Leucanthemum vulgare)
Daisy or Daisylike, so confusing
Related how you all, so muddled..
One there's worldover sprawling
Leaves elliptic in hairy spread
Buds bunched together budding
Blooming white to pink faded
Her name, Mexican Fleabane...
And Hairy Fleabane hilly spread
Wild and fierce all blanketing
White to pink yellow centered..
Oxeye Daisy Oh, one more joining
Rhizomes and rosette all spread
white around yellow disk raying
Up the stem solitarily seated
Medicative energy across spraying..
Dazzling Daisies more and more found
Puzzled mind true or false learning
Everything yet enterprising sound..
Daisy or Daisylike, so confusing
Related many more still, so muddled..
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Lavender, (English lavender, True lavender
Lavandula angustifolia,)
(Feather-leaved Lavender, Lavandula bipinnata)
She's a queen from far afar
An allayer for heart as nectar
Lavendula sisters are many
Known in common only came to me
Just came as a guest on a visit
Got implanted in mind the best
Purplish hale on spikes in whorls
Purple pale petals up in flutters
Why she cringes to sharp leaves
May be, helps herself, saves fragrance
Yes, her scented bulk proves her ilk
Our mind and body not to sulk
Just a breath of hers I breathe in
Pain free I'm taken out of sin
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Today... 'God Almighty
Hallelujah! The Lord God Almighty reigns
He who creates the wind and forms the mountains.
Holy, holy, holy the living creatures cry
To the Glorious and Almighty God on high.
Great and marvellous are the deeds He performs
He who turns dawn to into the darkest storms.
The great God who was, and is, and is to come
the LORD Almighty is his name, The Holy One.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Great Mullen
One leaves his leaves at home
beomg a mullen and sends up a lighthouse
to peer from: I will have my way,
yellow--A mast with a lantern, ten
fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller
as they grow more--Liar, liar, liar!
You come from her! I can smell djer-kiss
on your clothes. Ha! you come to me,
you, I am a point of dew on a grass-stem.
Why are you sending heat down on me
from your lantern?--You are cowdung, a
dead stick with the bark off. She is
squirting on us both. She has has her
hand on you!--well?--She has defiled
ME.--Your leaves are dull, thick
and hairy.--Every hair on my body will
hold you off from me. You are a
dungcake, birdlime on a fencerail.--
I love you, straight, yellow
finger of God pointing to--her!
Liar, broken weed, dungcake, you have--
I am a cricket waving his antennae
and you are high, grey and straight. Ha!
poem by William Carlos Williams
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-88
Tablerose(Moss rose, Portulaca
Portulaca grandiflora)
Portulaca 'All Aglow'
(Portulaca spp)
Wingpod Purslane
(Portulaca umbraticola)
Pink Purslane
(Portulaca pilosa)
O'dear dear flowers
Do you all remember
Me and you and cannas
Over the years to ponder
Unknowing all your names
Known then all of you just
To me common table roses
But well now it's a must
O'grandiflora and Pilosa
Talking of you splendid
Ray-leaved colourful flora
White, rose, yellow and red
Portulaca spp, Umbraticola
Variant leaves eatable
Yellow orange-red plethora
O'spp, All Glow you marvel
Yet Umbraticola, so special
Indeed with lemony taste
Nutrient leaves eatable
Pink and yellow ranked great
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Holy Is The Lord
Holy is your name, in all the earth I worship you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I come to you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I sing to you
Holy, Holy, Holy is your name
Holy are you Lord, I come before your throne and bow
Holy are you Lord, I come into your presence now
Holy are you Lord I listen to the angels sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Holy are you Lord, my heart it leaps within my chest
Holy are you Lord, Its in your arms I find my rest
Holy are you Lord, the saints around the world they sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Now listen to the saints, they sing Holy are you Lord
Now listen to them cry to you, Holy are you Lord
There is a cry around the world, they lift their voice and sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
I come before your throne to sing, Holy is your name
I come before your throne to sing, I'll never be the same
Pour our out your fire of love on me, this is what I sing
Holy, Holy, to the risen King
poem by Frank McEleny
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Varanasi
Religious and cultural centre, holy city Varanasi
A revered shrine at bank of holy river Ganges.
Founded by God himself, Lord Shiva's adobe Kashi
Religious and cultural centre, holy city Varanasi.
Bathing in Ganges purifies soul and remits the sin,
Dying in Kashi ensures, obtaining the final release.
Religious and cultural centre, holy city Varanasi
A revered shrine at bank of holy river Ganges.
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Morning mantra hymns make you feel in heaven,
Ghat, temples and festivals, are icons of Varanasi.
Sacred river, sacred place; Hindu's great pilgrimage
Morning mantra hymns make you feel in heaven.
The city has given birth to many great personalities
Great souls Tulsi, Kabir, Ravidas lived in varanasi.
Morning mantra hymns make you feel in heaven
Ghat, temples and festivals, are icons of Varanasi.
***
Varanasi is the city, where Budhism was founded
Sarnath, Budhist's holy place, is too in Varanasi.
First sermon to his disciples Budha here sounded
Varanasi is the city where Budhism was founded.
Glorified by creation of great music and literature,
Classical folk culture, music, craft and philosophy.
Varanasi is the city where Budhism was founded
Sarnath, Budhist's holy place, is too in Varanasi.
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Jesus Rode A Harley
Written by ugly kid joe
My superstars were laced up tight
And all the sinners were gathered in white
The pearly gates were opened up wide
And the lord must have seen me with his big red eyes
So I stepped out to the clouds
The holy father was getting down
And as I ordered a round of drinks
He said I got a little story tell me what you think
Moses used to sniff the lines
Noah used to rock the boat sometimes
Mary used to get undone
Jesus rode a harley davidson
All the angels were gathered around
Leather boots and lace night gowns
And one started to kiss my feet
She said the lord got a red light on at every street
My superstars were laced up tight
And all the sinners were gathered in white
The pearly gates were opened up wide
And the lord must have seen me with his big red eyes
song performed by by Ugly Kid Joe
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An Autumn Crown
Watch the leaves turn
yellow, red and brown
Changing the sky too
And putting on autumn's crown
And letting in the joy
And happiness of sunshine
And filling the world with
The light and warmth of wine
watch the leaves turn
Yellow, red and brown
And reflecting serenity and peace
And putting on autumn's crown
And spreading joy and passion
And enthusiasm and hope
And clearing away the dust
And all pain and mope
watch the leaves turn
Yellow, red and brown
And creating a new life
And putting on autumn's crown
And showing you how to reach
The bright horizon afar
And nature glowing with colors
A twinkling like a star
Watch the leaves turn
Yellow, red and brown
Reflecting God's blessings
And putting on autumn's crown.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-94
Thumbai(Common Leucas, Leucas aspera)
Road-along-Thumbai sideways
Common here found all days
Cold or hot she's not wilted
Cold or hot for us allocated
Known well her white purity
White means here her quality
Common but of high speciality
Special her treating modality
Erect with leaves linear annual
Flowers axillary and terminal
Bell shaped she awaits patient
A doctor for ill and ailment
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-14
Roja, Panneer Roja, (Rose, Damask Rose, Rosa x damascena)
Roja is divine and deferent
Defined to be heaven's descendent
Ambrosia and aroma of her outfit
All set in her purposive heart's kit
Azur and other side darker exempted
Colours she be yet not attempted
A-one beauty, an ace beloved
Fragrant Roja ever a favoured
Aththar and Gulkand, panneer and vinegar
Rosy-rosy Roja's all serving rigor
Countless her qualities, enduring her vigor
Yet ended to me in a doubt of figure
Those leaves serrated and prickles all over
Out of fear for predators are they there
O' Rose of heavens, crush of humans..beware
Custodian is the Lord you pray with care
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Temple
WHAT of Louvain and of Rheims
Made for God by man? What then?
Here be temples more than man's
Wrought by God for His own men.
Scattered in the rain and frost,
Marred of beauty, there they be,
Temples of the Holy Ghost,
Broken, ruined piteously.
Bodies all so finely wrought,
Cunning deftness shaped them well;
These, God's ultimate, loving thought
For His Spirit's citadel.
Beautiful from head to foot,
Young, dear darlings all unflawed
For their mother's kiss. What brute
Dares deface the image of God?
Oh, the Temple's down! all marred
Gay and golden boys must lie:
Bitter-sweet as spikenard
Is the old name we called them by.
Hush! God's Temple in its fall
Breaks to set the spirit free
From the golden cage and thrall.
Into heaven-winged liberty.
From the cage the bird is flown,
Sings so high above our sphere.
Hush,--be never a sigh or moan:
The fledged bird flies without fear.
All our loves are gathered in,
Every gay and golden lad;
On new raiment, white and clean,
They behold God and are glad.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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In Lavender And Green
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With bells about your feet,
And music in your step,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With sunshine in your eyes,
And springtime in your hair,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With softness in your words,
And healing in your touch,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With your name upon my lips,
And delight within your kiss,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
In dreams at midnight’s rest,
Or afternoon’s recline?
Come then to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
At the setting of the sun,
When my days are nearly run?
Still come to me in lavender and green?
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
If I wait at heaven’s door,
As I waited once before,
While you walked to organ’s tune,
On a summer’s afternoon.
Now dressed in springtime hues?
My love, companion, muse,
A vision still I see,
Dressed in lavender and green.
poem by Greg Davidson
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Here I Come-4
Holy holy is He
So merciful
Lion and King
Wonderful Counselor
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
Most High God
Holy holy
Prince of Peace
Mighty Redeemer
King of Kings
Most High God
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
Take my sins
As far as the east
Is from the west
Purge me
With your precious blood
Shelter me
From the storms
Cover me
With your glory
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
You are so holy
You went to the cross
For me
So holy
You bled for me
So holy
You paid a price
I could not pay
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Glory
Great is the Lord,God Almighty
Great is the Lordon high
the train of His robe fills the temple
and we cry out highest praise
Glory to the risen King
Glory to the son
Glorious son
lift up your heads open the doors
let the King of glory come in
and forever be our God
Holy is the Lord,God Almighty
Hloy is the Lord on High
let all the earth bow before You
and crown You Lord of all
song performed by by Hillsong
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