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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Neem is neem and it is bitter
Neem is neem and it is bitter
If you like you can give
Milk sugar honey butter
Neem is neem and it is bitter.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Neem tree
Neem treeis at the top
And this neem tree
As you see here
Infront of my house
Wellwisher of all
Those who are coming
And going here and there
Bowdown before it
As a mark of honour
At every step of life
And I like its leafs
Flowers fruits
Branchs barks
Twigs trunks.
Neem tree is at the top
At the top.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Curative Properties
Neem tree has got curative properties
Of all diseases
Neem tree hold clues for all treatment.
Jagannath the Lord of the Jagat
Made of neem tree
God Jagannath has all the power of
Rescue all animate inanimate
And give salvation.
Lord Jagannath is at Puri
Near Mahodadhi Odisha Bharat
East coast of India.
Lord Jagannath Black in colour
With round eyes and always open
For the Bhaktas.
You are welcome to visit
The Lord of the Cosmos.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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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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Kudos Cuckoo
Even the acerbic neem becomes honey
When your doubled, tripled coos-symphony
On the margosa
Gets contrived a harp-harmonica
'Bitter turned into sweeter'
Does say the crow
Pecking up the neem fruits
Up the tree flies like an arrow
To incubate your eggs
'Better do it faster'
So you utter
Knowing the reason sweeter
You coo coo and cuckooo
Your coos much we ooh
'Clappers we the listeners'
Down you then find us
Hap hap happily flapping wings
Safely then out your babes
You coo coo cuckooo....Kudos, kudos
poem by Indira Renganathan
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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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An Early Day in May
May soothed
– sensual breeze caressing.
Snug, she cooed in floral chroma;
Gave artistic license – dressing up
Pubescent fields, teenage woods,
Jaded lanes; embellishing
Craggy watersides.
Warmth was kind – sun tempered,
Lifting life; erecting bluebell swathes
For good measure: late-spring treasure.
At hill’s base
A mirrored lake, brooding,
Bathed in halcyon haze –
Yet hectic life scurried,
Spurred on by procreational drive,
To see it all survived another year.
Back home, garden tulips flared,
Thrust aloft on rigid stems, and
Under day-time brilliance,
Open goblets, clustered,
Sought out heavenly guidance –
Lauding hallowed Tulipa gods.
May is Nature’s intermission –
Bridging April’s go-ahead
With hothead June.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Birth of Spring (Constanza)
April graces us with showers,
As cold snows melt, their wintry scene
Is changed to many shades of green.
From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers.
Apollo's face is golden fair....
The scent of spring is in the air.
As blossoms float down from bowers
When gusts of April breezes blow,
They spread below like golden snow.
I delight and watch for hours,
For truly at this time of year
I feel God's presence dwelling here.
Blessed and touched by divine powers.
The joy of springtime here on Earth
Is felt with every flower's birth.
April graces us with showers,
From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers.
As blossoms float down from bowers
I delight and watch for hours,
Blessed and touched by divine powers.
poem by Connie Marcum Wong
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Get The Trees Wedded, Be Blessed
Carrying on with the wedded dolls
Once all were we kids
Had we any to disclose
The dolls to wed reasons?
What the reason sparrow marries crow
Pongal blessings we how borrow
Just tradition that custom perpetuates
Logic have we any to discourse?
And drive the drought wedded the donkeys
Thrive by the thought myriad ways
Why they taught old years' sentiments
Do ask we our immeasurable doubts?
Laugh off and shirk, don't we?
Yet get the trees three wedded
Sure we be blessed
Peepul to neem, peepul to banyan
Ceremony like man and woman conjoin
Matters not who to whom the matrimony
Spin around the trees breathing in the air free
Myth doeth guide us warded off evil
Lores fill with babies women fertile
And thank then the air the neem
Purifies, consecrates to gleem
True, this and that of the tree whole
Fit with humans properties medicinal
Born under the shade of a banyan
Like Krishna kids celestial in sworn
Root to top of banyan
Help cleansing toe to head pollution
Tree of wisdom the peepul
Envisioned the sages aerial
Curative qualities peepul's natural
Enlightened Buddhas many on earth eternal
Plant them, grow them friends
A pharmacy of nature in abundance
Get them wedded; Their myths and lores..
Let be; Let be too their medicinal scores
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Spring,2004
Spring is bursting
In the Air,
Flowers budding
Everywhere...
Magnolia Blossoms
Open wide,
Daffodills
Both yellow & white...
Spring is Special
Every year,
A Lilac fragrance
In the air...
Dogwoods blooming
Over night
Hyacinths,
So purple and bright...
Spring is here,
It's plain to see
Squirrels scampering
In the trees...
Birds are chirping
From above
Spring Miracles
We Share With Love...
poem by Carmen Strawn
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-84
Purple Wreath (Kudirai valuppu,
Petrea volubilis)
Somebody cut away from me
But you rescued yourself
Hiding behind the Neem tree
Who can shorten your shelf
For you're living in my heart
Purplish violet starry racemes
Every inch adapted iridescent
Profuse hiding rough leaves
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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Spring Blossoms
The blossoms dance on the breeze
drifting along like snowflakes
across my windows.
Some are pink and some are white
lazily they drift
on the currents of the breeze
underneath a simmering sun
the spring blossoms that I see.
Like fluffy feathery down
rising up towards the heavens
and the back down they come.
Tiny parasols drifting
across in the breeze
on a sunny day
the spring blossoms that I see.
29 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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Uit de ogen van mijn liefde
Uit de ogen van mijn liefde,
weg, weg gij die me griefde
met vals tegenlicht,
weg uit mijn gezicht.
Jouw oren
niet de lippen
waard
die laten horen
wat mijn woorden meenden.
Verdwijn jij chagrijn
van mijn geweten,
verdwijn met je angstige
benepen bezweten
gelaat,
verdwijn voordat
ik je zal leren,
en lavend
aan de haat,
verdwijn
ik kan
me niet meer
verweren.
Fatum, Fac totum, Fatima,
Fado Tzigane neem me mee
naar de zee,
de zoute zee,
de foute zee,
de stoute zee
toe neem me mee.
Ik wil niet Con Fuego
verbranden aan
verlaten stranden
zonder jouw armen om
de mijne.....
poem by Madrason writer
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Surroundings-23
Season's Art
Nature's automated shots fall sprayed
Naturally automated applique done spread
Nature's naturopath in time arrived
Naturally neem-sheddings'cycle revived
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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Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
quote by Ikkyu Sojun
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Guru's Amrit
1. May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
To make me drink the Amrit of knowledge:
My Sat Guru, take me out of
Darkness into light !
2. To begin with, mayst Thee make me
Contemplate on my Sat Guru !
Moment after moment, would I
Pine to kneel before Thee !
Day and night, not for a moment
Would I suffer separation from Thee
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge !
3. My Guru, solve the problems of my life
Now that I am born !
Humble me not among saints;
Subdue the thieves of
My emotive senses by
Strengthening the power of my will !
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge !
3. Subduing my emotions, break the lustful elephant
Of my pugnacious conceit
Guide me, only on one
............ of the eleven paths !
Keep me not off from
The word, SUHUM
(I m Thee).
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge
5. Make me wash myself clean
In the Sheshrum Nag lake;
Look not at my sinful life !
Ferry me too across, as Thou did
Mohini Sada Guru.
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge !
6. Moment by moment, let me
Meditate on Thee
Make me think of and do, only that
Which's right to think and do !
O, Kamadeva, Shyam Sundara
Let me not come and go
Come and go (Shuttle between life and death)
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge !
7. O, Bishambara, grace me with Thy presence
Stay awhile.
isten to my tale:
Revive my old memories !
May Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge !
8. Grace me with Thy presence in graceful garlands
And, show me Thy haloed aura, luster light !
My day has passed by, mayst Thee not
Make me wait any longer !
Mayst Thee open Thy august mouth of wisdom
And make me drink the Amrit of Thy knowledge.
poem by Swami Parmanand
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-82
Blue Dawn Flower(Blue morning-glory,
Ipomoea indica)
Invasive you became
In my heart's arena
Blue bells jingling
Roots in spread wide
Tri-leaved clappings
Doused in dulcet wind
Honeyed heart drooling
For more of paradise
You unfold yourself
Blue-petaled o'flower
Proven paradise proved
To majenta when invasive
In my heart you become
Anyone, can ever blame?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Spring is...
Pastel blue eggs in robin’s nest
Spring breeze blows softly from the west
Kneading ripples on languid lake
Teasing rain for greening fields to slake
Pregnant buds on Dogwood trees
Future forage for yet unborn bees
More days of warmth, less days of cold
More fields of green, less fields of gold
Frogs emerge from hibernation
Black eyes gaping wide in fascination
At dragonflies with iridescent wings
At fiery colours, incandescent things
Tadpoles, crawdads, Mayflies, midges
Spider eggs, baby bats, neath rusty rural bridges
Stunningly silent explosion of beauty,
Blossoms and fragrances, intoxicatingly fruity
Such an extraordinary, yet ordinary thing
Uncommonly common… season of Spring
poem by David Whalen
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