Beauty And The Lyre
she strums the string
of my awareness
and i soon bloom like
a white lotus
in the pond
beauty breathes
and then sings
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Art Of Lotus
Murky the heart soilure sad
Impatient the mind tainted
Dark and benighted
Absolving of sins
Meditate and contemplate multiple sittings
Resting like a lotus visioning a lotus
Does bloom a lotus?
Mire the pond muddy the aqua
Mucky mossy grimy etcetera
Afoul never the blooming flora
Lotus red and white and blue aesthetic vista
Aeonian seed speaks flowered to aura
Its austere affinity to climatic aroma
Extends over cosmology the hidden dogma
Conserves murky though a pond a seed
Ages later a lotus to bloom and heed
Nerves mucky heart its enigma
Births later enlightened to defeat stigma
In the heart's cave karmic-insight a 'lotus - dogma'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Guitar At Two In The Morn
Someone strums a guitar, at two in the morn,
Such a melancholy sound.
In the darkest hours before the dawn,
Where only silence does abound.
The body of a woman, weeping in the night,
While somebody strums her strings.
A tortured soul, before first light,
While the guitar gently sings.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Awareness, Now!
awareness...
walking in awareness,
breathing in awareness,
giving in awareness,
touching in awareness,
listening in awareness,
doing in awareness,
speaking in awareness,
living in awareness....
awareness,
......now!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Streams Of The Rivers Waters
the meditations of the man on the river
how long will it take him to his nirvana?
the lotus in him is what i am seeing now
and his eyes do not mind the working of
this world. I see waters running on his head.
I see rivers in his veins. I am silent and still.
I am this pond watching how a lotus grows.
How things are with the toads. How time
falls like a teardrop, creating the ripples of
my breaths.There it is. Beauty at its core.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lotus Vavroovahana Patra
Lotus smiles on the pond;
She is a beautiful creation of God.
Magnifies pond’s beauty;
Poet beholds beauty with gaiety.
Chilly breeze kisses delightfully;
Sun beam kisses lovingly.
Virgins enjoy the beauty gaily;
Passers-by behold the beauty gladly.
Poet enjoys the beauty silently;
Mind remains in the realm of peace glee fully.
Soul drinks the nectar of peace;
Mind surrenders on Natures feet, derives Divine Bliss.
The lovely flower is detached from water;
With sun beam dazzles with pleasure.
With the breeze dances gaily;
Waves on the pure cool water silently.
Being detached from worldly attachment remain peacefully;
As Lotus on the water smiles gaudily.
Worldly attachment provides displeasure.
Being as Lotus live with pleasure.
A tiny flower allures lovers daily;
Poets depict poems delightfully.
Provides everlasting pleasure;
Nature’s peace provider for ever.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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The beauty for an individual human being
The beauty for the cultivating land is attributed
to be paddy and sugarcane plantations;
The beauty for the pond is the
presence of widespread lotus flowers;
The beauty for the chaste womanhood
is the inherent bashfulness in her behaviour;
The beauty for an individual human being,
- said to come for the praise in his afterlife -
is the virtue by which he lived and gained
in the society! - (naanmaNik katikai 9)
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Tiny Waves
Tiny Waves play in circles on pond's water;
Chilly breeze blows on it in winter.
Marvelous looks the smiling lotus;
She fulfils all Deities desires.
With the touch of breeze lovely lotus tutters;
She provides poets with pleasures.
Paradise's beauty pervades on Earth;
Poets enchant with love affection mirth.
Lily smiles with all glamour;
Moon beam kisses, fulfilling her desire.
Chilly mild breeze attracts traveler's attention;
Poets desire pleasure for enthusiastic depiction.
Pond's beauty is magnified with green creepers;
Peerless beauty attracts the travelers;
Tiny blossoms smile with the touch of light;
In poet's mind pervades delight.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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A Flower Cut From Desire
The lotus is a flower cut from desire
Whatever her hue her petals attire
She is the goddess that sank into…
The muddy waters - arose anew.
Her purity and beauty is no cauldron.
Thou portrayed to symbolize the sun
She is but a spiritual, awakening…
A flower of prosperity, meaning.
A symbol of fertility, spirituality,
And even in her purest-state eternity.
The blue lotus is victory over wisdom
Pink the supreme lotus, Buddha's pilgrim.
The lotus path to noble truths is Purple
White purity spiritual perfection mental.
The Red lotus is related to the heart,
Associated with, love and compassion.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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about Anthony's poem
quite a gem
gold in luster
gleaming
amidst the mud
the sun sighs
saying: how can
they ever not notice
the beauty of his poems?
what a gem i too said,
and then i feel so light like a tiny white bird
and i fly near the nugget
of wisdom
so smooth is the color so like the golden sheen of the sun
the peace and quiet
the contemplation i still remember
beside a pond
underneath a lotus flower
is a charming koi.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alankar(Decor) -48
1 Lotus(Cameo)
Lotus!
From deep heart of dirt
To the high head of bright lit sun
Wonderful
To my eyes' vision as you bloom
Cease not just your disc of bliss
Lotus
2 Freeing(Cameo)
Vanish
O'soul this moment
Forgetting self changing Matter
Engraved
Into your poise of Lotus deep
Over to heaven to taste
Nectar
poem by Indira Renganathan
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On The Pond
if i were to choose
whether
i be this flowering lotus
or the croaking toad
on the pond
i will choose
as a matter of compromise
both
a croaking flowering lotus
sitting like a toad then
splashing on the pond
pleasing everybody
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Melody of a Shattered Soul!
If you give him one of these instruments?
Guitar, Bass, Violin
Mandolin,
Viola, Cello, Banjo
Lute, Bouzouki
Ukulele and more!
His fingers could touch every string
And he sings the deep sorrow
Deeper than an Ocean.
There's no stage for him in this cruel World
And he strums his broken Ukulele
in a dark street corner under a starry night.
You can hear the melody of a shattered soul!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Trivial Misconception
An event is trivial for those
In whom triviality rests
A drawback
Which drops one back
Like static water in the pond
Budding endemics
But he who has the desire
Looks for monumental in trivial
He sees the lotus bloom
In endemic ponds womb.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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The Neglected Pond
i may have neglected this pond
some fish are no longer swimming
eventually die in the water
their same burial place
some moss float and the lotus
has not borne any flower since
that day of mourning
someone as i leave may take
notice of this pond
and have pity and pour
everything there
to revive it or
take more perhaps for the
replacement
a new koi or
a gold fish
white pebbles and
a janitor fish
it does not matter for i still grieve
and grieving does not know what hope is
what a new house means
the trails to San Antonio
what are they? but same vomiting mud
and i won't take it
for an answer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just A Piece Of String
i am just a piece of string
nothing important
an appendage to your
purse that contains
the coins
i am just a piece of string
tying something that opens
choking something
that breathes
i am just a piece of string
but i like also to be free
may i ask that you
throw me away?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Heart Sings
My heart sings.
My heart sings the songs of happiness.
My heart sings the songs of joy.
My heart sings the songs of peace.
My heart sings the songs of the Blues.
My heart sings the songs of the Gospel.
My heart sings the songs of good news.
My heart cries a melody for all to hear.
My heart sings the harmonies of love.
My heart sings a song of beauty
that comes from the Thorne Birds
just before they die.
My heart sings songs to keep me alive.
My heart sings songs for as long as it beats.
My heart sings forever.
My heart sings haluwasa.
My heart sings.
poem by Jennifer Burns
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The Swan ~ A Villanelle
Floating upon the crystal pond
She kept wearing her diamond crown
While the other white swan was gone
Never doubting their fierce loving bond
As the leaves went from reddish to brown
Floating upon the crystal pond
Her blue eyes searching far beyond
Couldn't see that he'd recently drowned
While the other white swan was gone
So curling, becoming withdrawn
When ten suns in the sky settled down
Floating upon the crystal pond
She talked to the geese that were blond
And asked where he was with a frown
While the other white swan was gone
They cared not and didn't respond
In the reeds was a kings golden crown
Floating upon the crystal pond
While the other white swan was gone
poem by Sara Fielder
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The Oppressed Frog
a frog
who is never given the pond
that he deserves
cannot appreciate
what beauty is,
and the white crane
whose beauty you
adore
who takes frogs
for dinner
of course
shall never be
his goddess
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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More leafs and
More leafs less fruits
More talks less works
2
write poem and
Not to be sneezed at
And be in good smell.
3
Not getting means
Not getting and
You are not here
To get anything.
4
Eyes are round
Focus everywhere
Everytime.
5
Poverty and illiteracy
Are cursed.
6
People's participation
Strict legislation
Democracy's satisfaction.
7
Frog is near
Lotus pond
Lotus flowers
Had honey
Bee the foreigner
Comes and take it away.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I Feel Grateful
I feel grateful for all of the beauty I've seen
Since I've last seen wildflowers bloom by the bohreen
And though little of Nature's ways I seem to know
Her beauty surrounds me where-ever I go.
The wonders of Nature is a marvellous thing
There's more to the bird than the song that he sing
And there's more to the animal than meets the eye
And learning of Nature is a thing I enjoy.
The songbird who whistles and sings on a tree
Does not waste his energy on singing for me
In his song his territory he does define
He sings out to others of his borderline.
Of Nature's great beauty we all seem aware
Though her secrets with humans she never will share
In the vastness of Nature we are like grains of sand
And her ways we are not born to understand.
I feel grateful for all of the beauty I've seen
The colours of Nature the brown and the green
And though little about her I do seem to know
Her beauty surrounds me where-ever I go.
poem by Francis Duggan
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