~ Hambre Del Alma ~
~ Hambre Del Alma ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
3 December 2010
~ Why clog clot choke in
~ Imposed 'Hambre Del Alma’? [1]
Assuage soothe salve xeric Alma. [2]
By ~
~ being in oneself
~ a.k.a. volute in self
~ a.k.a. interiorize in subtle self. [3]
Next ~
~ Jaunt with ecstatic self
~ Bask flowething finery self
~ Rejoice redundant rhapsodic self
~ Coalesce with spic 'Secondless Self'. [4]
Revel ~
~ Halcyon harmonic rapt riant
~ Oooh Minstrel ~ Luxe-Life! [5]
Unison Universalae ~
~ a.k.a. Omni Onenessness
~ a.k.a. Advaita Consciousness! [6]
Inebriate in ambrosia at arche La Querencia! [7]
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Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express:
[1] Hambre Del Alma [Spanish]: Soul Starvation.
[2] Alma [Spanish]: Soul.
[3] a.k.a: abbr. also known as.
[4] Riant: Feeling mirth or pleasure or happiness.
[5] Universale [Latin]: Universal.
[6] Advaita ~ Not-Dual. This perception of non-duality ascribed to God or to Brahman as Absolute.
[7] La Querencia [Spanish]: The place where a person feels at home, nest, fondness.
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Para Qu
Para qu las joyas
que cubren tu cuerpo?
Para qu el dinero
de cien aos de trabajo?
Para qu la fama
de los intocables?
Para qu las falsas caras
de lo cotidiano?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu los lentes
que cubren tus ojos?
Para qu el cansancio
de cien aos de trabajo?
Para qu matarse
por las apariencias?
Para qu dejar
que nos acabe la violencia?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
si a la tumba
no se lleva
ni el dinero
ni el poder.
si a la tumba
no se lleva
ni el dinero
ni el poder.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
si a la tumba
no se lleva
ni el dinero
ni el poder.
si a la tumba
no se lleva
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ni el poder.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
song performed by by Juanes
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Alma Desnuda
SOY un alma desnuda en estos versos,
Alma desnuda que angustiada y sola
Va dejando sus pétalos dispersos.
Alma que puede ser una amapola,
Que puede ser un lirio, una violeta,
Un peñasco, una selva y una ola.
Alma que como el viento vaga inquieta
Y ruge cuando está sobre los mares,
Y duerme dulcemente en una grieta.
Alma que adora sobre sus altares,
Dioses que no se bajan a cegarla;
Alma que no conoce valladares.
Alma que fuera fácil dominarla
Con sólo un corazón que se partiera
Para en su sangre cálida regarla.
Alma que cuando está en la primavera
Dice al inviemo que demora: vuelve,
Caiga tu nieve sobre la pradera.
Alma que cuando nieva se disuelve
En tristezas, clamando por las rosas
Con que la primavera nos envuelve.
Alma que a ratos suelta mariposas
A campo abierto, sin fijar distancia,
Y les dice libad sobre las cosas.
Alma que ha de morir de una fragancia,
De un suspiro, de un verso en que se ruega,
Sin perder, a poderlo, su elegancia.
Alma que nada sabe y todo niega
Y negando lo bueno el bien propicia
Porque es negando como más se entrega,
Alma que suele haber como delicia
Palpar las almas, despreciar la huella,
Y sentir en la mano una caricia.
Alma que siempre disconforme de ella,
Como los vientos vaga, corre y gira;
Alma que sangra y sin cesar delira
Por ser el buque en marcha de la estrella.
poem by Alfonsina Storni
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That Alma River Sonata
That alma river
Kept my spirit alive
Every time that I had visited
That alma river everyday
And also I feel that it is rather
Impossible for me to believe
Because I have a problem with reality
And for reality to sat Inside of me
I feel that I have to be present
At that alma river
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Alma Matters
So : the choice I have made
May seem strange to you
But who asked you, anyway ?
Its my life to wreck
My own way
You see : to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
So the life I have made
May seem wrong to you
But, Ive never been surer
Its my life to ruin
My own way
You see : to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
To someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
To someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Oh yeah ...
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah ...
song performed by by Morrissey
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~ Al Fresco Imagery ~
~ Al Fresco Imagery ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 18,2010
Get lost in
Soul sanctuary
Feel in-built finery
Immerse immix with
Al fresco imagery
Dwindle dope all drudgery.
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Glossary: With humility glossary given for what I tried to express.
Al fresco [Italian] ~ In the open air
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It Must Have Been Something That I Said
and then it was the end
Alma did not talk anymore
something thorny hits
his throat as if what i said
was a kind of bone
of a deadly fish
something like about a plan
that cannot push through
a ship that cannot arrive
and she be there on the port
lonely again
while waiting for someone
someone who exists
only in her mind
but which gives her hope just the same
poor Alma
sorrowful soul
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~ Mellifluent Universe is Waiting Still! ~
~ Mellifluent Universe is Waiting Still! ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
3 August 2010
Supernal ~ Alto
Celestial ~ Contralto
Stellar ~ Euphony
Soprano ~ Showering
Sonata ~ Subliming.
O’ humans
In delectation delight
Douse souse dowse
In Musical Mellifluent
Fest fete fiesta of Universe.
Wash flush balm salve
Blemishes blues
Bruised blisters
In troubadour’s jongleur
Of mellisonant shower.
Hey mortal being
Enjoy rhapsodic
Rapturous ecstatic
Escalation levitation
Imbue in immortality
In synchrony symphonious
Flowething Music of Silence
Melody attired sky of your heart.
Mellifluent Universe Is Waiting Still!
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Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express:
[1] Alto ~ The pitch range of the lowest female voice
[2] Troubadour ~ Lyric on country love [by medieval French poet]
[3] Jongleur ~ An itinerant minstrel
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~ In Euphonic Yo-Yo ~
~ In Euphonic Yo-Yo ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
21 September 2010
Sorrows are hollow
Why mop n’ swallow
Why yell ouch ow?
Erase n’ eschew
Muffle fuddle foe woe
Low n’ lull all low
Sow n’ souse marrow.
In Euphonic Yo-Yo
Explore inner éclat El Dorado
Immix in melody mellow
Gleam n’ glow n’ wallow
In bedecked minstrel Yoo Hoo
Dance douse with Divine Billow.
Zoom n’ yep n’ uh-huh with ~
Ooh Yo!
Wreath Wow! !
Ye Jane Joe! ! !
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Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express.:
[1] Marrow ~ Most vital part of some idea..
[2] Wallow [Verb] ~ Be ecstatic with joy.
[3] Yoo Hoo ~ Gain someone's attention.
[4] Ooh [Verb] ~ Express admiration and pleasure.
[5] Yo ~. An informal address to one whose name is not known to another [Hi, Hey]
~~~
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Our farewell song to P.M.C.
Our Alma-mater is P.M.C;
Our Alma-mater, we salute thee;
We are now full-fledged good Doctors!
We start to serve, the sick forev’r.
We will remember our College;
Until we reach our Life’s end-stage;
We had our days of much ordeal;
We are now all so free, we feel.
We had our tussles and fist-fights;
Happy to have just won our rights;
We had our days of rejoicings;
Entwined in love, today this song we sing.
We love our Teachers who taught us well;
To be quite patient always in Life;
And guided us in numerous ways;
Showing us all, that there are better days!
We look ahead to a future bright;
Our past was dear, sad days, despite;
We will miss this ev’rgreen campus;
And the sweet songs that, Birds sang to us.
Recreation did suffer although;
Success in life always will show;
Our stay in P.M.C. was so great;
On the whole it, was a joyful state.
We will miss P.M.C.forev’r;
Farewell to our dear Alma-mater;
We are now full-fledged good DOCTORS;
Ready to heal the sick forev’r.
Our Alma-mater is P.M.C;
Our Alma-mater, we salute thee!
Farewell, farewell dear P.M.C.;
We will again come to see thee.
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That Illusion
The night weeps its sentiment to us all, but oh how
Many lines have begun like that:
And I wish I could be more original for you;
And now I want to walk to your house again:
I want to be a flag on your body rippling and casting for gold,
Because now haven’t I seen you captivated high up in the clouds
In a house of giants:
Isn’t it a white man’s house: even further, isn’t it my house,
Alma:
I want to find you and stretch you out and ask your where your beautiful
Belt has gone,
And to which knight you gave it to, to save his neck:
I know you gave it to one knight on his lunch break, but to which
One I am uncertain,
But I want to be your king just so I can have the authority to find these
Things out,
And to feed my life-giving poultry to your children:
Alma, I dream of you walking your children to the bus stop,
And I dream of you walking through cut out snowflakes and paper airplanes:
I dream of you always on the move, Alma, because your body gives off
That illusion while it smokes and sweats my dreams.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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~ Aquatic n' Lunar Liaison ~
~ Aquatic n' Lunar Liaison ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
13 March 2011
Moon smiles on waveletful ocean
In myriad nisi but surfeit oscillation
Fiancée's face in veritable vibration
Heart in rhapsodic constellations.
Aquatic n' Lunar liaison
Metaphorically in coalition
Solacing in blissful pavilion
Why in realm of obfuscation
Souse in fête fiancée unison.
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Glossary: With humility I'm giving what I tried to express
Nisi: Not final or absolute
Surfeit: The quality of being so overabundant
Obfuscation: Confusion resulting from failure to understand
Fête: An elaborate party [often outdoors]
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~ Store In Soul Slot ~
KEEP IN SOUL SLOT
Ms. Nivedita
UK
December 14th 2009.
Tip top
Rose pot
Love dot
Romance spot.
Break all block
In heart lock.
I’m caught
Coalesce n’ clot
Take snap shot
Lo get you got.
As an ought
Swap all allot
Store in soul slot
Love you lot
I’m hot shot
Forget me not.
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Attention~Atención
Atención, All people
Warning, warning, warning
De alerta, alerta, alerta
Stay on the alert
There will not be no mourning
Mourning over a lost soul
People see all there is to see
Mourning over a soul to be
One that has to become whole
Whole with the one they love
Staying under the covers
Looking down on their lover
Seeking the white dove
Crashing into the gates
The gates of heaven
With the number eleven
Now, everything is at stake
Eleven missing souls
The other two are gone
Their all alone
Everything as a toll
A toll not willing to be taken
A prison at the end of the road
Trying to figure out the code
Everyone if faking
Faking like they really care
Care about the lost souls
Even if they have to pay for the toll
Now, you are scared
Warning, warning, warning
De alerta, alerta, alerta
Un alma perdidas, alma perdidas, alma perdidas
The lost souls, lost souls, lost souls
Atención, All people
~ Cell ~ Soul ~ Culture ~ [1+26 words poetry]
~ Cell ~ Soul ~ Culture ~ [1+26 words poetry]
Ms. Nivedita
UK.
21 November 2012
Cell ~ Culture
Is mundane splendor.
Soul ~ Culture
Is self unfolder.
Discover Soul
In unique unison
With ev'ry being
Identify
E'er new Whole
Thro' wizardry of
Omnipresent oxyopia!
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Glossary: Humbly given for what I tried to express: ~
[1] Oxyopia: Acute vision
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Solo Quiero Amarte
(spanish version of nobody wants to be lonely)
Aqu estoy en mi soledad
Dentro de m ser
Solo hay tristeza
Lo he dado todo por salvar t amor
Que se va perdiendo
Necesito tenerte
Quedat junto a m,
Ven conmigo
Sin t me siento tan solo
Sin t no puedo ms
Mi cuerpo pide t cuerpo
T alma acariciar
Aunque intento no lo puedo encontrar
Si algn secreto se esconde en t piel
Sin t me siento tan solo
No vivo, por que no puedo amarte
Why? , why? , why?
Solo t podrs darle la pasin
A m corazn que no esta latiendo
En tus besos quiero desahogar
Este sentimiento
Y te busco en mis sue? os
Quedat junto a m, te deseo
Sin t me siento tan solo
Sin t no puedo ms
Mi cuerpo pide t cuerpo
T alma acariciar
Aunque intento no lo puedo encontrar
Si algn secreto se esconde en t piel
Sin t me siento tan solo
No vivo, por qu no puedo amarte
Why? , why? , why?
Sabes que estoy muriendo
Por que te siento lejos
Devuelveme mi pasin
Todo mi amor, m corazn
Regresa dios de m vida
No, no, no, no
Sin t me siento tan solo
Sin t no puedo ms
Chorus
Sin t me siento tan solo
No quiero estar solo
Sin t no puedo ms
Ya no puedo ms
Mi cuerpo pide t cuerpo
T cuerpo y m cuerpo
T alma acariciar
Aunque intento no lo puedo encontrar
Si algn secreto se esconde en t piel
Sin t me siento tan solo
No vivo, por qu no puedo amarte?
Why? why? why?
Por qu no puedo amarte?
Why? why? why?
Sin t me siento tan solo
Ya no puedo ms
Sin t no puedo ms
Mi cuerpo pide t cuerpo
T alma acariciar
Sin t me siento tan solo
No quiero estar solo....
song performed by by Ricky Martin
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By The Alma River
WILLIE, fold your little hands;
Let it drop, that 'soldier' toy:
Look where father's picture stands,--
Father, who here kissed his boy
Not two months since,--father kind,
Who this night may--Never mind
Mother's sob, my Willie dear,
Call aloud that He may hear
Who is God of battles, say,
'O, keep father safe this day
By the Alma river.'
Ask no more, child. Never heed
Either Russ, or Frank, or Turk,
Right of nations or of creed,
Chance-poised victory's bloody work:
Any flag i' the wind may roll
On thy heights, Sebastopol;
Willie, all to you and me
Is that spot, where'er it be,
Where he stands--no other word!
Stands--God sure the child's prayer heard--
By the Alma river.
Willie, listen to the bells
Ringing through the town to-day.
That's for victory. Ah, no knells
For the many swept away,--
Hundreds--thousands! Let us weep,
We who need not,--just to keep
Reason steady in my brain
Till the morning comes again,
Till the third dread morning tell
Who they were that fought and fell
By the Alma river.
Come, we'll lay us down, my child,
Poor the bed is, poor and hard;
Yet thy father, far exiled,
Sleeps upon the open sward,
Dreaming of us two at home:
Or beneath the starry dome
Digs out trenches in the dark,
Where he buries--Willie, mark--
Where he buries those who died
Fighting bravely at his side
By the Alma river.
Willie, Willie, go to sleep,
God will keep us, O my boy;
He will make the dull hours creep
Faster, and send news of joy,
When I need not shrink to meet
Those dread placards in the street,
Which for weeks will ghastly stare
In some eyes--Child, sy thy prayer
Once again; a different one:
Say, 'O God, Thy will be done
By the Alma river.'
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Mi Alma
Mi Alma, que piensas en tus suenos.
Mi Alma, que piensas de esta vida.
Con tu presencia puedo ser hombre fuerte.
Nunca te olvides que eso es la verdad.
En todos mis suenos te doy carino.
En todos mis suenos to doy protecion.
Es una cosa que no puedo explicarte,
Es una cosa que siento en mi corazon,
Es una cosa que no escapa de mi mente,
Nunca teolvides que eso es la verdad.
Mi Alma, que ves con tus ojos.
Mi Alma, ves colores en el cielo.
Con tu sonrisa, puedes brillar el mundo,
Nunca teolvides que eso es la verdad.
En todos mis suenos te doy carino.
En todos mis suenos to doy protecion.
Es una cosa que no puedo explicarte,
Es una cosa que siento en mi corazon,
Es una cosa que no escapa de mi mente,
Nunca teolvides que eso es la verdad.
Es una cosa que no puedo explicarte,
Es una cosa que siento en mi corazon,
Es una cosa que no escapa de mi mente,
Nunca teolvides que eso es la verdad.
Es una cosa que no puedo explicarte,
Es una cosa que siento en mi corazon,
Es una cosa que no escapa de mi mente,
Nunca teolvides que eso es la verdad.
Mi alma gue piensas en
song performed by by Ozomatli
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~ Love A Guided Ministral Missile! Lol! ! ~
~ LOVE A GUIDED MINISTRAL MISSILE! LOL! ! ~
Ms. Nivedita, UK
18.09.09
Ye,
My He ….XY
My analysis on love is …
20% somatic …stales later.
80% psychic …vide infra…
Psychic love a vast esplanade …
Comfortably stroll without being subordinate …
It’s the alchemy of loving many …
Being Secondless with any…
P.S. Love a guided minstrel missile. LOL!
Not to hurt but to soothe Soul! !
Ha Ha Ha
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~ Goggle Us Still? ~
~ Goggle Us Still? ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 23,2010
O' language go
For holidaying.
Sunless melanized
Below bare sky
We’re snuggling.
Ambience abstracted
Undress unmantel
Zephyrus tactile conversation
Affective stare swapping
Voxless harkening
Protoplasm syncretizing
A-one entwining
Zesty zygoting!
Involuting melting
Formless fromless
We’re in unison ideation.
.
Why language
Goggle us still?
Know not
We’re Honeymooning?
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Glossary: With humility some glossary given for what I tried to express.
[1] Melanized ~ Make or become black
[2] Vox ~ Voice
[3] Harkening ~ Listen
[4] Syncretizing ~ Become fused
[5] A-one ~ Of the highest quality
[6] Goggle ~ Look stupidly.
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Muse of Honey And Applesauce
Muse- I want to see you wearing barrettes
In Paris-
Alma- rings of golden satellites between brown
Knuckles-
Warm sweet kisses underneath broken school
Busses- Alma-
Warm sweet places, like hot clay in
Art class- and easels waiting in the broken
Monuments of honeysuckle daylight
With saw horses underneath open hearts:
The way the wilderness waits across the canal
For you- Alma,
To step into the crepuscule of the burning sugar canes
At the dead ends of suburbia,
To leave the senses to go to sleep behind you,
And to start our barefooted, your feet
The size of toy boats, as you exhilarate the heavens
And pull them down to examine your own heavens-
And they see the truth to your passivity,
As the canoe lays tinkered up to the bank, underneath
The holly you left behind
Being given little kisses to its throat my tadpoles
Whose only hope is for metamorphosis
To join with your heavens- to bask across the
Fields who grow rich in the antediluvian things that
Evolve in your longing classrooms-
They follow you- muse, as you go leaping,
Caramel- muse of honey and applesauce-
Like bright sunlight underneath the moon.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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