reside encircled
under fragrant sandal tree
the poisonous snakes
not giving up soothing trait
sandal confers love for them
tanka by S.D. Tiwari
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The sandal tree perfumes the axe that fells it.
touching a raw nerve
the dog runs the sandal
dangling from its mouth
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Chocolate Soul
As the day begins the dreams reveal
The night before was a unconscious feel
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving more time to heal
Tears don't necessary lend a hand
The exotic points are about to extend
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving more time to heal
Knowing that hi points touch the thighs
Leaving the feeling of passion within your eyes
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving more time to heal
Touching your skin beyond ectasy
Is Breathtaking enough to calm the seas
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Piercing eyes creep through the pane
Embarrassment captures your every saying
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Once more you catch your breath
The feeling of euphoria is beyond wealth
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Once more you catch your breath
Passion and Envy are tied up in self
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Finally the day has end
Remember to touch, feel and speak
Encounters the moments of the soul being weak
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Once more you catch your breath
The shivers are a response of something else
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
The moral of the story may seem unclear
Come closer to me and never fear
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
poem by Natasha McGee
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Dangling Sandal
dirt gallops the smooth skin, the whole
feet tremble to resist, yet with no choice
everything is leave to what’s the purpose
of the ground
many time the condition tells and brings our
emotional discourse to where our energy
reside, a thing that all have to consider of
what joy life arise
perfect as it seems, rich as we go and
so persuading to see, knowingly all are
just a simple introduction of what is a
passing sense in our eye
dream of what is a dream, the cup lock of
what a traveler is, like sandal that once hold
and fit each memory of each foot, it lay
down as time comes to a resting ego of
time desire
suite of what is new and precious for nothing
exist than seeing things that past in the naked
eye …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Straw sandal half sunk
Straw sandal half sunk
in an old pond
in the sleety snow.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Yosa Buson
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Giving
Giving is a trait that some people have,
giving comfort and kindness,
never expecting anything in return.
Giving out the hand friendship
to all who come their way,
for that is what giving is all about.
(8 August 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet XIII: Bring, Brick to Deck My Brow
Bring, bring to deck my brow, ye Sylvan girls,
A roseate wreath; nor for my waving hair
The costly band of studded gems prepare,
Of sparkling crysolite or orient pearls:
Love, o'er my head his canopy unfurls,
His purple pinions fan the whisp'ring air;
Mocking the golden sandal, rich and rare,
Beneath my feet the fragrant woodbine curls.
Bring the thin robe, to fold about my breast,
White as the downy swan; while round my waist
Let leaves of glossy myrtle bind the vest,
Not idly gay, but elegantly chaste!
Love scorns the nymph in wanton trappings drest;
And charms the most concealed, are doubly grac'd.
poem by Mary Darby Robinson
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Bought Just For Fourteen Annas..
If antiquity can account even trivial things
Then I open my first trunk box
Put in my first school-slate
Ink-pen, music notebook, comb, mirror
Teen-age style of a goggles, a thakli-spindle
Little-torn my first pink nylex saree
My college photos, this and that all one by one
Until my memoir-plane is almost emptied..
But except one..
That holds wholesome fragrance
Of Mysore Sandal, Rexona, Hamam, Pears
Margo, Medimix, Chandrika, Lux, Lifebuoy
Johnson's, Dove e.t.c
Over a run of fortyfive years..
A soap box.. bought just for fourteen annas
Richly fragrant is its loyal antiquity
Like those branded ones
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Alabaster
LIKE this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Mother, a triolet
Mother confers the unconditional love.
First lover, first teacher, is the mother.
In veins of child flowing only her blood.
Mother confers the unconditional love.
Has main role and takes all pain to grow,
Enjoy in noshing, self can live in hunger.
Mother confers the unconditional love.
First lover, first teacher is the mother.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Giving It All Up For Love
Phil lynott
She comes home at 5:30, and though her clothes are never dirty,
Shell change them just the same. she likes to keep her name.
Shes giving it all up for love
Shes giving it all up for love
Shes giving it all up for love
Shes giving it all up for love (up for love, up for love)
Shes got a tattoo on her tummy, and her mummy plays gin rummy.
You might think thats kind of funny, hey, but shes keeping all the money.
Shes giving it all up for love
Shes giving it all up for love
Shes giving it all up for love
Shes giving it all up for love (up for love, up for love)
Shes got a silver armadillo, underneath her pillow.
Some think its a cupie doll, hey, but they got such crazy minds.
Shes giving it all up for love
Shes giving it all up for love
Shes giving it all up for love
Shes giving it all up for love (up for love, up for love)
Shes giving it all up for love (shes giving it up for love)
Shes giving it all up for love (ooh, shes giving it up, giving it up)
Giving it all up for love
Shes giving it up for love
Up for love, up for love
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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A Friend...
You are there,
BUT you are here too
because
You are a friend
and a friend is always here
despite being there
In the heart
A friend lives
Sometimes you hide away from me
Inside your mind
Your head shows somehow
Like a nail stuck in soft sandal wood
I am listening
As always....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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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 morn and eve, in dawn and duels I come and go cherish a little peace.
The shrine is pure with the aroma of flower.
The abode illuminates with the fine;
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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An Old Song Ended
“How should I your true love know
From another one?”
“By his cockle-hat and staff
And his sandal-shoon.”
“And what signs have told you now
That he hastens home?”
“Lo! the spring is nearly gone,
He is nearly come.”
“For a token is there nought,
Say, that he should bring?”
“He will bear a ring I gave
And another ring.”
“How may I, when he shall ask,
Tell him who lies there?”
“Nay, but leave my face unveiled
And unbound my hair.”
“Can you say to me some word
I shall say to him?“
“Say I'm looking in his eyes
Though my eyes are dim.”
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Sandals
She wears
sandals.
Her mother
bought her
the leather
sandals
as a birthday
present;
She presents
the sandals
to the
world.
Not to
me.
I feel
like
an outstripped
sandal
when
she
takes
off
the sandals
in
my
bed.
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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My sandal wood
I groomed your feelings
For more than a decade,
And the time it is about to ripen,
You have grown past the lustre.
I have grown past the vigour.
Yet, I want you,
Not as a fruit but as a sandal wood,
Not to consume bur for perfume.
25.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Music of Silence
The nights again are for me alone,
To serenade, my heart’s melody..
And the sandal tree in front of my door, my company..
My nightingale has gone to sleep,
The shadows and crickets will cheer me up,
Listen me to the music of silence,
Listen all to the music of silence...
And the music plays within me till sleep comes to creep,
Night upon night, my heart will sing this painful melody,
This lonely music of silence.
poem by Spiritual Seeker
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