Krishna's Lure
Sweetest song of Krishna
I hear your magic flute
With song and joy
You do lure
With lightest mirth
and heart so pure.
The slightest smile
upon your lips
it doth bespeak of bliss.
And in your splendid image
is the blessing of God's kiss.
Your joy you spread like
perfumed breeze,
to sweeten life for all.
For like the blessing
of the trees,
we see in our divinity,
An answer to
God's call.
As I rest here by the pond,
Of Lotus flower peace,
I ponder on your presence,
And to my great release,
my thoughts take flight,
for highest heights,
my happiness increased.
In loving thankfulness,
and gratitude I've found,
the love of God,
in your sweet smile,
on this journey
heaven bound.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Love of Radha, Lord Krishna!
Radha was Krishna's Love,
Nay, Radha was Krishna's part,
Krishna was Radha heart,
She came dancing to tune of flute,
She was breath of his music,
She filled his Murali with Love divine,
He made her spine his flute,
Chakras become seven holes of flute,
played strange notes, became her light and joy,
Sitting below lean against tree,
with legs stretched like kind loving mother,
She took his head in her lap,
Love talked for hours in silence,
Her face Krishna saw in his own light,
And in her eyes his own figure,
In her heart his own face,
Love is that lamp glowing in her heart,
light of love spread whole world,
even the Sun and moon reflected Radha's love!
He became her smile,
she laughed his hearts joy,
She shed tears of his pain,
Never cared for shame and blame,
Never showed shyness,
As her star like love shines
Sound was there companionship,
Innocent she was about his divinity,
He gave his all to her plain love without vanity!
Radha, Radha was Krishna's breath sounded,
Krishna, Krishna her heart danced,
No jealousy no possessiveness,
Radha was great and her love too,
No touch of selfishness, love's spotless devotion,
Pure was heart without corruption,
Her love revolved around Him,
Just as Earth around the Sun,
Or moon around the earth!
Sometimes she was satellite,
Sometimes she is star or planet,
Her love shined in the sky,
Shaded clouds shy red at dawn and dusk,
Golden sun rays of dawn, adorned her love,
white face of high clouds shy to red,
Black low clouds shed tears when krishna was a bit late,
Cooling the burn,
to put off the fire of longing!
Radha was nature and she was filled with Krishna's spirit,
Radha was great to make Krishna Great,
She was her Guru, she became his motherlike at times,
She was friend and guide,
Never enjoyed his downward slide,
He filled her breath in his heart and mind,
Made it wide and light,
Prepared him for his high flight
No internal fight, every thing straight and her heart was ever light
Filled with eternal love's light
She taught every thing in love is always right,
When only heart is light
with love's innocent purity extreme!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Let me sing
Let me sing
let me sing a song
to make you smile
Let me smear your soul
with my song
Let me sing a song
for elegance of your heart
I don't sing to persuade yo
but I want to see smile
on your lips
So you smile like the flowers
you scream like the gale
you smile like the moonlit night
Scrimpness in your smile
will make me squint
to realise your happiness
So, smile, smile and smile
See! the moonlit night
which is ever smiling
See! the blooming flower
smiling throughout life
See! the waves of ocean
screaming days and night
If you do not smile or scream
it will not adore
smile on your face
embellish you more than any ornament
then I will think
my song is made for you
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Silence (Part I)
Sometimes I see you as my child,
Sometimes I see you as my sweetheart,
And when I look into your eyes,
I see that tender and sweet smile,
And I want to say what’s in my heart,
And I want to tell you how I feel,
But my voice remains there, still,
And I just stare at your loving face,
And let the love from my heart,
Flow like a wild river in furious race,
to enfold your sweet and pure soul
with a sea of love and tenderness.
Sometimes there’s so much to say,
but nothing flows from my lips,
And only silence is there to stay,
And only the silence I should keep,
Because what I had to say was already said,
How words could express
never-ending love and tenderness?
How could I just say at one time,
I love you more than my own life?
And there remains the deep silence,
Silence and more silence,
to signal that divine presence,
of my silent love; my heart’s essence.
But this silence is not empty silence,
when divine love fills all my senses,
when nature’s beauty colours your soul,
and fades away all pity and woe.
Because when there is silence,
you can hear the silent language,
the heavenly music of my heart’s song,
God’s eternal music He’s been playing all along,
And in that silence you’ll hear my song,
The endless tune that my love sings,
with the sweetest notes in your luscious dreams,
which eternally flow like endless streams.
(2009)
poem by Roberto Echanes
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A Song Of Love
A song of love
is the sweetest song,
any mortal will ever hear.
It is sung by a choir of angels,
with cherub faces,
and long golden flowing hair.
The song of love
is the silvery glint,
on a moonstone,
captured by one’s eye.
The bright twinkle,
which holds a heavenly sigh.
The song of love
is the stars that rush around your head.
The smile so serine,
that entraps the lonely heart.
The music that sweeps you off your feet,
and leaves you dancing in the air.
The song of love
is the sweetest song,
any mortal will ever hear.
It starts with the first kiss,
which leaves you wanting more,
and will never let you go.
poem by David Harris
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Seven Years Old
I.
SEVEN white roses on one tree,
Seven white loaves of blameless leaven,
Seven white sails on one soft sea,
Seven white swans on one lake’s lee,
Seven white flowerlike stars in heaven,
All are types unmeet to be
For a birthday’s crown of seven.
II.
Not the radiance of the roses,
Not the blessing of the bread,
Not the breeze that ere day grows is
Fresh for sails and swans, and closes
Wings above the sun’s grave spread,
When the starshine on the snows is
Sweet as sleep on sorrow shed,
III.
Nothing sweetest, nothing best,
Holds so good and sweet a treasure
As the love wherewith once blest
Joy grows holy, grief takes rest,
Life, half tired with hours to measure,
Fills his eyes and lips and breast
With most light and breath of pleasure
IV.
As the rapture unpolluted,
As the passion undefiled,
By whose force all pains heart-rooted
Are transfigured and transmuted,
Recompensed and reconciled,
Through the imperial, undisputed,
Present godhead of a child.
V.
Brown bright eyes and fair bright head,
Worth a worthier crown than this is,
Worth a worthier song instead,
Sweet grave wise round mouth, full fed
With the joy of love, whose bliss is
More than mortal wine and bread,
Lips whose words are sweet as kisses,
VI.
Little hands so glad of giving,
Little heart so glad of love,
Little soul so glad of living,
While the strong swift hours are weaving
Light with darkness woven above,
Time for mirth and time for grieving,
Plume of raven and plume of dove,
VII.
I can give you but a word
Warm with love therein for leaven,
But a song that falls unheard
Yet on ears of sense unstirred
Yet by song so far from heaven,
Whence you came the brightest bird,
Seven years since, of seven times seven.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Song of the Goddess
I take complete delight
In your striking beauty
I listen to amorous songs at night
Sung by you, 'The Goddess Cutie'
With that penetrating smile that you wear
Your presence is felt far and near
With the way you toss your hair with a care
Your vivid image is lovingly glowing fair
With the soft pitchful voice you bear
Your song is the only one I want to hear
My heart quivers at your sight
With my tender hungry lips ever wanting
Before you take off in full flight
In the dark, my eyes will always be hunting
I hear your song my dear
My Goddess Cutie!
Chanting for so long and so near
My Goddess Cutie!
I am enchanted in fragments of your words
They speak of love, friendship and peace
And I can never get lost or bored
For I hang on to your imaginable kiss
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Japa-yajna
Carrier wave; sine curve; you see it
on the heartscan lifescreen
in the intensive care ward
as if with no regard for you
it’s self-sufficient; sufficient to the self;
the same curve that the flute’s note makes onscreen,
pure as Krishna’s smile; his lips
making breath into sound
hear that, hear that which
runs day and night; repetition
that always never does repeat
and only when you’re still
will you know with Krishna
the sound of inner sacrifice
that never ends and yet
so pure it’s given beyond sought;
flute’s sound beyond all sound;
how still the room is now.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Thankfulness Is A Virtue
Thankfulness is a virtue,
That we shouldn't live without.
It fills us with immense happiness,
That is apparent from the inside, out.
When you recognize a blessing,
Thankfulness is the key,
To let someone know
That it meant something special,
To thee.
Thankfulness is a characteristic,
That no one should lack,
When someone gives,
Or does something
For someone else,
The thing to do,
Is to say,
'Thank You',
And to do a kind thing back.
Thankfulness isn't hard,
It Just takes a momentary while-
And one bright, heartfelt smile,
To brighten someone's day,
As they go along their way.
Thankfulness brings the most simple,
Yet most fullfilling reward,
To one, and all.
Thankfullness should be natural,
So there really is no reason,
Why we can't all be thankful,
On this Thanksgiving season.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Object of My First Desire
Object of my first desire,-
Jesus, crucified for me;-
All to happiness aspire,
Only to be found in Thee;
Thee to praise, and Thee to know,
Constitute our bliss below;
Thee to see, and Thee to love,
Constitute our bliss above.
Lord it is not life to live,
If Thy presence Thou deny;
Lord, if Thou Thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death - to die.
Source and Giver of repose,
Singly from Thy smile it flows;
Peace and happiness are Thine,
Mine they are, if Thou art mine.
While I feel Thy love to me,
Every object teems with joy;
Here, O may I walk with Thee,
Then into Thy presence die.
Let me but Thyself possess -
Total sum of happiness -
Real bliss I then shall prove,
Heaven below and heaven above.
poem by Augustus Montague Toplady
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To The New-Born
A BLESSING on thy head, thou child of many hopes and fears!
A rainbow-welcome thine hath been, of mingled smiles and tears.
Thy father greets thee unto life, with a full and chasten'd heart,
For a solemn gift from God thou com'st, all precious as thou art!
I see thee not asleep, fair boy, upon thy mother's breast,
Yet well I know how guarded there shall be thy rosy rest;
And how her soul with love, and prayer, and gladness, will o'erflow,
While bending o'er thy soft-seal'd eyes, thou dear one, well I know!
A blessing on thy gentle head! and bless'd thou art in truth,
For a home where God is felt, awaits thy childhood and thy youth:
Around thee pure and holy thoughts shall dwell as light and air,
And steal unto thine heart, and wake the germs now folded there.
Smile on thy mother! while she feels that unto her is given,
In that young day-spring glance the pledge of a soul to rear for heaven!
Smile! and sweet peace be o'er thy sleep, joy o'er thy wakening shed!
Blessings and blessings evermore, fair boy! upon thy head.
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Whenever You Smile
When we talk, I talk strongly and boldly
Of grand schemes and master plans I speak
When we laugh, I laugh so effortlessly
You make me smile with humor, unique
When we kiss, I kiss you confidently
Your lips provide me strength when I am weak
And when I see you smile I find peace
And from all my fears I find release
But, when my intellect gives my heart leave
I worry about moving too closely
As my mind and all my fears, doubts do weave
And my love for you stabs me, ruthlessly
For my sight won't relent and let me believe
Someone so beautiful loves me truly
But, when I see you smile I find peace
And from all these fears I find release
So, I will keep loving you recklessly
For my heart won't let me fail to do so
I will hold on to hope passionately
And cling to you with my love to bestow
For it's true you might hurt me callously
But, your love's worth the risk and you should know
That whenever you smile there is peace
And in your eyes, there is endless release
((Dedicated to my beautiful girlfriend, Lydia, on our first Valentine's Day))
((February 14th,2012))
poem by Danny Speicher
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Thirty Eight Years...time really got wings!
Braving through the ocean of emotions...
Life's journey....38 years whizzed by..
Time has wings and it really did fly..
Twas a long journey, life's emotional battle and managed to survive
When from heaven came in two angels to my dreams to revive...
So much love, joy, laughter, tears that each dawning day met.
Made the uncertainty the confusion so easy rapidly to forget..
Unmoved by the passing expected storms with many a weep..
Helped shape my life to daringly climb the mountains so steep..
then came another sweet angelic two with the blessing from above..
It filled my heart with the sweetest fragrance of eternal love..
Sharing individually, collectively days, a many that were not a song
It so true.. almost a half a century and we manage to trudge along..
through the years a journey that keeps still a sailing in the same majestic fleet
till the angels call and hopefully in the land of no return more happiness we meet!
Were you that 19 year old in dark glasses, the drummer that came so long long ago
I was ust seventeen and half that photo of you in my heart lives on forever more....tnx
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Magic...
Flashes of happiness, in bright daylight..
A kiss from an angel, in the middle of the night..
Our body does the salsa, our heart happily jives..
Sweet moments of joy, add Magic in our lives..
In our heart where love lingers in the air..
look and you'll find more magical moments there..
These magical moments, we shall always cling to..
Make wonderful memories as our life passes through..
The melody of a flute, the sweet scent of flowers..
The bright rays of sun, the thundering rain showers..
All this is Magic, moments that rekindle eternal flame..
Gives us the courage, to win life's every game..
God gave us some Magic in our glowing eye..
His arms that hold us and tell us not to cry..
There is Magic in our voice, when we talk each day..
This Magic is our smile, adds so much to what we say..
Magic in our heart, makes us bold, brave and true..
This is magic of feelings, shared between me and you..
Magic in our heart, is why we care so much..
magic in our hands, gives us that magical touch..
Magic is the rainbow throwing color's in the dark..
Shiny stars twinkling Magic, gives each night it's spark..
Magic are the waves, that try reaching the shore..
Magic is the sweetest fruit, we strive for more and more..
Added Magic to our emotions, is the reason we fall in love..
This world is the stage, the show is presented from up above..
God does his own tricks, pulls a bunny from his hat..
The Biggest Magic of my life, was the one moment we met..
Life teaches Magic, this is here that we learn..
The tricks to find peace, the tricks to have fun..
Float in the river of Magic, keep all sorrows at the bay..
Have a li'l 'Abra Ka Dabra...' in your life everyday...
poem by Abhijit Surve
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Heaven Sent
Today I saw my angel.
Next to me, in my bed.
The one to grow through life with.
The angel that I wed.
She stuck with me, through good and bad.
Her heart is of pure gold.
I love every second with her.
A joy to have and hold.
It's so hard to describe her.
She's like a beautiful sunrise.
And I see one every morning.
When I look at her waking eyes.
Her blue eyes, when they smile at me.
My heart, it skips a beat.
And then I get a good morning kiss.
Her lips they taste so sweet.
I thank God for His blessing.
His angel that He lent.
For anything this beautiful,
I know was heaven sent.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The Power of the Smile
You have a sword, don't you know?
You have a power, don't you believe?
You have a key, don't you sure?
Don't you know, by your smile:
You can be the fire ….
You can be the pen…
You can be the star…
Don't you know, you can be as you wish?
Don't you believe, you can be as you dream?
Don't you think, you can be the leader?
Don't you know:
Sweet smile can make date for two sweet soul…
Pure smile can play love song on some one's heart…
Honest smile can put the fire on your desire…
Optimistic smile can clear all the darkness…
True smile can paint the rainbow on your life…
Strong smile can put shining stars on your sky…
**This poem for Leslie Alexis from Honest Heart**
poem by Honest Heart
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Wednesday Before Easter
O Lord my God, do thou Thy holy will -
I will lie still -
I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm,
And break the charm
Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast,
In perfect rest.
Wild fancy, peace! thou must not me beguile
With thy false smile:
I know thy flatteries and thy cheating ways;
Be silent, Praise,
Blind guide with siren voice, and blinding all
That hear thy call.
Come, Self-devotion, high and pure,
Thoughts that in thankfulness endure,
Though dearest hopes are faithless found,
And dearest hearts are bursting round.
Come, Resignation, spirit meek,
And let me kiss thy placid cheek,
And read in thy pale eye serene
Their blessing, who by faith can wean
Their hearts from sense, and learn to love
God only, and the joys above.
They say, who know the life divine,
And upward gaze with eagle eyne,
That by each golden crown on high,
Rich with celestial jewelry,
Which for our Lord's redeemed is set,
There hangs a radiant coronet,
All gemmed with pure and living light,
Too dazzling for a sinner's sight,
Prepared for virgin souls, and them
Who seek the martyr's diadem.
Nor deem, who to that bliss aspire,
Must win their way through blood and fire.
The writhings of a wounded heart
Are fiercer than a foeman's dart.
Oft in Life's stillest shade reclining,
In Desolation unrepining,
Without a hope on earth to find
A mirror in an answering mind,
Meek souls there are, who little dream
Their daily strife an Angel's theme,
Or that the rod they take so calm
Shall prove in Heaven a martyr's palm.
And there are souls that seem to dwell
Above this earth--so rich a spell
Floats round their steps, where'er they move,
From hopes fulfilled and mutual love.
Such, if on high their thoughts are set,
Nor in the stream the source forget,
If prompt to quit the bliss they know,
Following the Lamb where'er He go,
By purest pleasures unbeguiled
To idolise or wife or child;
Such wedded souls our God shall own
For faultless virgins round His throne.
Thus everywhere we find our suffering God,
And where He trod
May set our steps: the Cross on Calvary
Uplifted high
Beams on the martyr host, a beacon light
In open fight.
To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart
He doth impart
The virtue of his midnight agony,
When none was nigh,
Save God and one good angel, to assuage
The tempest's rage.
Mortal! if life smile on thee, and thou find
All to thy mind,
Think, who did once from Heaven to Hell descend,
Thee to befriend:
So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call,
Thy best, thine all.
"O Father! not My will, but Thine be done" -
So spake the Son.
Be this our charm, mellowing Earth's ruder noise
Of griefs and joys:
That we may cling for ever to Thy breast
In perfect rest!
poem by John Keble
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The Sweetest Song
The sweetest song
is a love song angels sing
when we are in each other’s arms.
Those soft sweet words
that only you and I can hear
in the stillness of the night.
The night is filled with magic
as our love blossoms in the air
and the angels rejoice in singing
the sweetest song
we will ever hear.
A love song for you and me.
2 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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I'm Singing
I’m Singing…
I’m Singing a New Song…
Deep Inside my Heart…
It’s a Song…that is different from any other song I have sung before…
It is a Song of…
A Song of Hope,
A Song of Love,
A Song of Fate,
A Song of Peace,
A Song of Friendship,
A Song of Family,
A Song of Life,
A Song of Healing,
A Song of Strength,
A Song of Courage,
A Song of Light,
A Song of Flight…
My Heart is beginning to Soar…
I’m finally starting to Fly…
I’m Singing…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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Divine Shrine Vavroovahana Patra
On the shrine ye stand with a flute in the afternoon;
With an innocent heart, with a garland of blossoms I pray for the boon.
Oh, loving dear, I be mentally clear, serene and pure to get your bliss;
In the mom and eve, in dawn and dusk I come and go cherish a little peace.
The shrine is pure with the aroma of flower;
The abode illuminates with the fire, vibrates in eve's prayer.
Perfumed with sandal's glamorous odour;
The devotees reach with light to adore.
I come to thee with fragrant flower;
How pleasantly you are desirous and fair.
To-day, returning back with empty hand from your bosom;
Tomorrow, I would not be back, receiving the garland of bliss that blossom.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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What an Age
What an Age
By: Adam M. Snow
What an age, to be young and full of life,
to live free with love and no strife.
To dream a land of pure imagination,
soaring on the wings of inspiration.
What an age, to feel joy and bliss,
and be greeted by butterfly kiss.
To see the world in a whole new way,
and live a life of peace everyday.
What an age, to dance and sing,
and pick flowers in the newborn spring.
To laugh and smile with a sparkle in your eye,
and lay on the grass and watch the clouds go by,
and let all your dreams ponder,
of the hereafter and going yonder.
What an age, to be fragile and strong,
and hear Mother Nature's song.
Peace is yours to hold and give away,
and view the world with hope today.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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