A gentle aura
corresponds to warmth within
not facial flora.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (24 October 2006)
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The Aura Of Being
LIKE A RADIATING AURA,
MY WHOLE BEING GLOWS OUTWARDLY,
WITH THE BURNING PASSION FOR TRUTH,
LIKE THE FIRE OF MY BEING,
MY AURA GLOWS,
YES, I WILL EXHALE WITH RELIEF,
WHEN THIS FEELING BEGETS ANOTHER,
THE AURA OF MY BEING IS ME,
I AM ME, YES I AM ME,
A SOVEREIGN BEING THAT LOVES TO LOVE AND HATES TO HATE,
THE AURA OF MY BEING IS ME,
MY PASSION FOR TRUTH,
MY LOVE FOR INTEGRITY,
YES IN THE AURA OF MY BEING, I BASK,
I WILL SING MY SONGS WITH JOY,
I WILL CRY MY TEARS ALONE,
I WILL FEEL MY PAINS ALONE,
I WILL BEAR MY SORROWS ALONE,
WHY? MY BEING IS MY AURA,
MY AURA IS MY BEING,
I AM A BEING RADIATING WITH THE AURA OF REGALITY.
MY AURA IS MY INTEGRITY.
THE AURA OF THE TIGER, PROTECTS THE TIGER.
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Pandoras Box
When Im in heat
Someone gets a notion
I jump to my feet
I hoof it to the ocean
We hit a beach
Where no one gives a hoot
Nobody never ever wears a suit
The ladies there
They look so proud
Thats cause they know
That theyve been so well endowed
Now, I aint much
For fannies conversation
Or care to much
About her operation
But every time pandora comes my way
I get high
Cant explain the sensation
To get it on
I gotta watch what I say
Or Ill catch hell
From the womens liberation
(chorus)
Sweet pandora
Good-like aura
Smell like a flora
Open up your door-a for me
Sweet pandora
Good-like aura
Smell like a flora
Open up your door-a for me
Sweet pandora
Mama crack a smile for me
Just for me, just for me
Just for me, just for me
Just for me, just for me
Just for me
Now I aint what
Youd call a city slicker
Or claim to fame
To be a slitty licker
But every time pandora comes my way
I get high
Cant explain the sensation
To get it on
I gotta watch what I say
Or Ill catch hell
From the womens liberation
(chorus)
song performed by by Aerosmith
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The Rose Of Flora
On Brady's tower there grows a flower,
It is the loveliest flower that blows,—
At Castle Brady there lives a lady,
(And how I love her no one knows);
Her name is Nora, and the goddess Flora
Presents her with this blooming rose.
'O Lady Nora,' says the goddess Flora,
'I've many a rich and bright parterre;
In Brady's towers there's seven more flowers,
But you're the fairest lady there:
Not all the county, nor Ireland's bounty,
Can projuice a treasure that's half so fair!'
What cheek is redder? sure roses fed her!
Her hair is maregolds, and her eye of blew.
Beneath her eyelid, is like the vi'let,
That darkly glistens with gentle jew!
The lily's nature is not surely whiter
Than Nora's neck is,—and her arrums too.
'Come, gentle Nora,' says the goddess Flora,
My dearest creature, take my advice,
There is a poet, full well you know it,
Who spends his lifetime in heavy sighs,—
Young Redmond Barry, 'tis him you'll marry,
If rhyme and raisin you'd choose likewise.'
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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humor ***** JUDGE THE SUSPECT
A rape victim is being interrogated by the prosecutor, when she details anything about the rapist, all spectators are eyeing suspiciously to the presiding judge.
Seems all descriptions attribute perfectly tot the jury's physical features, gestures, mole and facial aura.
Hopefully, this is only a mistaken identity or simply a person's similarity.
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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A Lovely Smile! :)
Smile; is what makes you smile
Forget your worries just for a while
Brings a wave of smiles even in vile
Blooms when you see flowers awhile
Smile is a happy facial expression
Symbolic of warmth and compassion
Needs no reason, place, time nor occasion
Lips just open up and bloom with passion
The magic of an innocent smile is amazing
Its happiness felt and said without saying
A giggle can be as striking as a lightning
Loudness makes the laughter enthralling
Smile lits up the soul and glows the face
Be gentle, Smiling and Enjoy Life with Grace!
Sonnet
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Let Me Be The Wind
i am the wind
the gentle caresses
the magnet that helps
pull the sexuality from within you
so that you shine in your aura
this grey morn
your free wheeling hair
that dance in my hands
helps release the brightest of stars
your engaging smile
and ingratiating cotton
the warmth of your heart
runs its way into mine
this grey morn
the cool breeze
gathers spring onto your face
you soar into sky
- an alluring male
at his handsomest
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Aura
If aura can numb the senses,
The tactic can be used for offenses,
Stand beside the human we desire,
Loan, loot and love can be ours.
If aura can numb one's own senses,
How can they feel the pleasures?
Aura is the radiation of heat
from anything that can burn and blaze.
Photograph of aura seems to reveal,
Mindset of one, who pose with no metal,
Rainbow colors are there with additional hues,
White and yellow for the saints and spiritualists,
who do not burn much for worldly pleasure,
running to hurt another heart to get gratified.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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L a s t - R e q u e s t {Ariel's Promise}
Standing close, yet not quite o'er you,
so as not to disturb your stilled presence;
your flesh, shades of ecru, 'n like an aura,
I feel the pulse of your once amber heart...
touching me...cotton gentle, bisquit warm...,
telling me, 'Love......I am not far away''.
But come 'morrow, when they open th'earth,
lower you.....into your final stead,
will i no longer feel that aura about me,
as that would inflict great pain on this heart,
like long rusted nails thru' my arteries;
tell me love.....you'll not be far away.
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Lily Of The West
When first I came to louisville, some pleasure there to find
A damsel there from lexington was pleasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips, like arrows pierced my breast
And the name she bore was flora, the lily of the west.
I courted lovely flora some pleasure for to find
But she turned unto another man whose sore distressed my mind
She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me of my rest
Then go, my lovely flora, the lily of the west.
Away down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree
Conversin with my flora there, it seemed so strange to me
And the answer that she gave to him it sore did me oppress
I was betrayed by flora, the lily of the west.
I stepped up my rival, dagger in my hand
I seized him by the collar, and bodly made him stand
Seing mad by desperation I pierced him to the breast
All this for lovely flora, the lily of the west.
I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea
They placed me in the witness box and then commenced on me
Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest
Still I love my faithless flora, the lily of the west.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Bricks
Bricks have succumbed today from fright,
Loathing them shall pray and subdue,
Forming statements of devils and demons,
The killers of their souls are right.
May the bricklayers build houses
And mansions of the readings
And writings of the holiness
That stays and remains with politeness.
This day, we bespeak and beam on the crowd
Looking sideways and observing the material;
The gale winds rush forward with facial
Hurts, and facial works, and facial feelings.
I have bricks in my soul that shudders
From the weight attached to the words
Of this poem that is right like the words
Inside the house we have defined with closeness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Twin
Your warmth, your warmth,
Is so deep,
Your gaze,
Beams a hole inside me
Controlling again
Unseparated twins
Controlling again
Youve sucks
All the breath out of me
Youll squeeze
All the life out of me
Controlling again
Unseparated twins
Controlling again
Controlling again
Unseparated twins
Youd rather be
Come gentle, slowly,
Gentle...
song performed by by Muse
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Ecco Mormorar L'onde (Now The Waves Murmur)
Ecco mormorar l'onde,
E tremolar le fronde
A l'aura mattutina, e gli arboscelli,
E sovra i verdi rami i vaghi augelli
Cantar soavemente,
E rider l'Oriente;
Ecco già l'alba appare,
E si specchia nel mare,
E rasserena il cielo,
E le campagne imperla il dolce gelo,
E gli alti monti indora:
O bella e vaga Aurora,
L'aura è tua messaggera, e tu de l'aura
Ch'ogni arso cor ristaura.
Translation:
Now the waves murmur
And the boughs and the shrubs tremble
in the morning breeze,
And on the green branches the pleasant birds
Sing softly
And the east smiles;
Now dawn already appears
And mirrors herself in the sea,
And makes the sky serene,
And the gentle frost impearls the fields
And gilds the high mountains:
O beautiful and gracious Aurora,
The breeze is your messenger, and you the breeze's
Which revives each burnt-out heart.
poem by Torquato Tasso
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Flora gave me fairest flowers
Flora gave me fairest flowers,
None so fair in Flora's treasure:
These I plac'd on Phillis' bowers,
She was pleas'd, and she my pleasure
Smiling meadows seem to say,
Come ye wantons, here to play.
poem by John Wilbye
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Gentle Morning Rain
You are as the gentle morning rain
Giving life to all that here below remain
Your scope unlimited across this earth’s terrain
Each speckled spot of moistness
Alights on my face with a gentle wakefulness
Awakening me to your love and gracefulness
In the gentle morning rain.
Your mid day sunlight melts the gentle rain
Your warmth over all of us does reign
The light by which we see and then attain
Each blessed ray of light illuminating
And revealing all that needs our understanding
Even in the dark your eternal light reflecting
You melt the gentle morning rain.
Your afternoon wind carries the gentle rain
Your breath gives us all our life to sustain
Our minds are cleared as you breathe again
Each gasp of breath breathed with life’s zest
How many breaths are measured for this chest
Before all my worldly goods I must bequest
You carry the gentle morning rain.
And when the evening comes that gentle rain
Is still present here, as love it does remain
In the twilight of this day it never goes away
Your love that is the gentle morning rain.
poem by David Taylor
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A try to be
let some one praise
with two arms to raise
You will know the warmth
and action aftermath
it may attract
to understand the simple fact
don't show or try to be perfect
fall in line and act
let someone be more eager than you
let it be known that it is true
it is two way traffic
its impact then will be terrific
it is to be made known
facial expression should not show it as frown
it is natural and well known
the plant will grow only when seeds are grown
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Auric School
Oh dear, it is as I feared, I scanned Aura Energy, feeling no synergy
with the well-meaning author as he orated on the magnificence of the
aura's appearance, colours connected to numerology, there he lost
me totally, writing of tentacles and auric vampirism
He explained how to fix the aura in order to cleanse an emotional system, but I shook my head, if emotional states cause the aura to
fracture, dis-colour and become nebulous or change from iridescent
to dark grey, I would prefer to work on the mental aspect instead
of approaching trees
And using the moon and stars' influence to release their magic on
the broken aura, crystal-waving like pendulums seems to be too
bohemian, if I could have invested these procedures with hope and
belief, they would probably work for me too - but starting by
trying to visualise the aura is too much
Using physical sensors meant to perceive the material world to
focus on an immaterial entity like the aura simply makes no
sense to me, I'm glad Joe Slate and his acolytes are successful
in repairing auras no-one but they can see - and thus heal
people from suffering
But I'm doomed to invest my belief in systems I have visualised
as a child and proved successful after concentration on the
imagery - anything would do and if I had been brought up in
the auric school, I probably would have had success in using
this to change reality, now too late to change my fate…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Warmth Of The Sun
What good is the dawn
That grows into day
The sunset at night
Or living this way
For I have the warmth of the sun
(warmth of the sun)
Within me at night
(within me at night)
The love of my life
She left me one day
I cried when she said
I dont feel the same way
Still I have the warmth of the sun
(warmth of the sun)
Within me tonight
(within me tonight)
Ill dreams of her arms
And though theyre not real
Just like shes still there
The way that I feel
I loved like the warmth of the sun
(warmth of the sun)
It wont ever die
(it wont ever die)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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My Own Pond
Most people say silence is…
Golden…
It is obvious…those people…
Don’t know Flora lamb…
My kind and loving boo…
For with her time truly…
Stands still…
Love Is Golden!
A personal Walden’s pond…
Ones own personal declaration…
Of independence…
A spiritual voyage…
Which travels straight…
To ones creator…
That touching of God’s hand…
A inner feeling of being man…
Time with such a person…
Is surely unreal…
But Flora is the real deal…
I am always pleased…
Teased in a respectful way…
What can I say…
LOVE YOU…Flora Lamb…
Clouds under my feet…
Oh, how neat…
Complete…
AIN’T God sweet….
Whisperkwane
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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It is confusing, because in this culture we really don't have anything that corresponds to geisha.
quote by Arthur Golden
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We respond to a drama to that extent to which it corresponds to our dreamlife.
quote by David Mamet
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