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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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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2010/07/08 Opalescent
I like covering my notebooks with interesting paper
now I know why – because I want it to resemble my
idea of a positive aura, my clothes have the same
function, this is why I cried when Linah destroyed
my purple top
Today I found the perfect paper to create my aura, I
am not pure enough for a clear golden light, but purple
with pink and silver and yellow and white, with patterns
of butterflies, is just the right combination to entice me
to a special aura
If I could sew I would have created these covers from
shimmering fabrics to make them long-lasting, I would
have made bohemian dresses in purple, dark blue and
white with silver sparkles - I went to the craft shop to
stare at shiny ribbons
To decide on the perfect aura, I am in a purple-and-pink-
shining highlights phase, always finished with silver sparkles
to create the effect of iridescent reflection, I love clarity and
golden sunbeams, snowdrops with an opalescent sheen - I
wish I could dress according to my
Auric dreams – but wings would do just fine, I am sure the
halo around heads is the nimbus represented in
old-fashioned portraits of saints…
poem by Margaret Alice
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Ghost image
You have delivered tectonic shifts
To me-
Wirelessly;
You have gagged & bound me in this box,
Chasing me-
Runaway fox.
Your simple photograph
Set me free,
Such a commonplace simplicity.
But, oh, with you, girl,
It was different.
I could curl your hair
Between my fingers,
Although it was not there;
And that sly smile
Dangling behind your eyes
Gave glory to the dawn.
There was the aura, too,
The aura hovering about you.
I did not know any more about
What was real and what was representation.
This could not be love,
So must it be infatuation?
poem by Stan Petrovich
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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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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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Your aura
Senses, you canalize; don’t master.
Mind, you rationalize; don’t block.
Intelligence, you crack; don’t lull.
Self, you meditate, don’t pride.
Your aura will be in expansion.
14.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I've tried everything. I've done therapy, I've done colonics. I went to a psychic who had me running around town buying pieces of ribbon to fill the colors in my aura. Did the Prozac thing.
quote by Jim Carrey
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Colors Of Peace
When
a skunk dies by violence
a bad smell infects the land.
When a cow dies by violence
her unheard cries pollute the land.
When a pig lives out his life
in safety,
good fortune accrues.
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Annie Besant in the years when Chicago
was the physical slaughterhouse capital
of America saw its aura of red anger
an hour away.
Nonviolence can change any aura
to deep violet.
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Rainbows Are Forever
Oh beautiful rainbow within my sight
As I gaze upon your graceful colors so bright,
I wonder whose dreams
Upon you have cast your riches of light
In hopes that your path leads down within my heart
For here I keep your dish of gracious gold,
Entrusted with the love of one I dearly want to hold.
So hear me rainbow,
As my thoughts you can see
Shine on her aura so my love she can see
Light her day with a smile from thee,
And make sure she knows it’s from me.
Written in 1979
poem by F.L. Racca Sr.
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(Falling Today) As Less Smart
A word reminds me why I feel so less than strong
Struggle as I feel I can't stand up ever so tall
A way leaves me feeling much less bolder
Yet I know that I'll never be like a Casanova
A time denies these stages
Deciding that it's best that I begin to cry from afar
But for now your aura continues to be colourful
Now falling today as less smart
A memory shows me each of all of your old lies
For that's the way you are and leaving me feeling further blind
A way shows I dunno who to even be
A word shows that you're not sure who to be
A time denies these stages
Deciding that it's best that I begin to cry from afar
But for now your aura continues to be colourful
Now falling today as less smart
For I have been left feeling furthermore so dumber
Got nothing to clutch
A way it happens so easily to me as it happens often as such
A time denies these stages
Deciding that it's best that I begin to cry from afar
But for now your aura continues to be colourful
Now falling today as less smart
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Today as less smart
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
poem by Rich Downes
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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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Sparks the Jade Aura
bottled ourselves for other to learn, push the
limit of your entity, make it bright to see, any
time the aura belongs to you will shine; like a
golden Buddha, and no one have ever had find
the meaning of enlighten aura of wisdom for
free
sailor sail on, the rough sea, still is on; and the
Poseidon of the ancient sea lives together to
lean on, as if the rushing wave faces the seashore
to dash and calm no more, for my heart always
looks the distance fate I may be alone
glamorize the abandon wall, the grass has been
growing, the backyard tree lives freely and the
garden of flower flourish like huge orchard of
Daffodils in your return
laments all your joy, molded like jewels in the high
seas, for the sailor always find the Lighthouse in
the ocean of jade in your heart that is lucky, stay
always of what is the inside and be blessed with
for your safety
moment comes infinite to find your fate, touch the
scented candle of faith for you to glow in the
wisdom of jaded aura of everlasting glory with
God ……
your God’s instrument, go on …….
poem by Antonio Liao
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Abyss, notwithstanding
.
The deep abyss that divides us
Couldn’t block us.
We could still cast our glances,
Smell each other’s presence,
Listen to silent message,
Feel our aura, taste the image,
Each musing on the other in visualization
As if we were not on the opposite cliffs.
Which of our five senses
Can the abyss put seal to?
The abyss is welcome
In that we are beyond suspicion.
3.4.99, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Forgiveness
Forgive someone means letting go
of baggage that gets in the way
it makes you see through clouded
glasses of a dingy grey.
Reliving sorrow of a past hurt
you keep the illusion alive
by digging in the dirt.
So cut the cord that binds you
to your foe
burn the cord and let it go.
Have them go away up in the air
see foe flying without a care.
So if you look at it from the stand
point of the soul—
you know you had to experience it
to learn and grow.
This by the way keeps your aura clean
your more conscious now
and can say what you mean.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 23,2012
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Good Friday Reflections
The wind is calm. The aura sweet.
The thunder came. The thunder went.
I like this time of year
when things get done
invisibly, when
everything, young
and wet is hanging
by a leaf. The saviour
Jesus hasn't dimmed
for two thousand easters,
Nature hasn't receded.
(Eyes still think they see
softly wrapped in silk
and spun into simile.)
I like this time of night,
traffic faces all directions
and the pouting moon
has no reflection.
The wind is calm. The aura sweet.
The thunder came complete.
poem by James Kendrick
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Suddenly I've got an overwhelming desire to surround myself with the aura of classical and Romantic art.
quote by Sylvester Stallone
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Art of living
Swim, dance or play to trim your body.
Be conscious of your body for rich looks.
Learn arts and literatures to shape your emotion.
Listen to the environs to sharpen your senses.
Study arithmetic to stimulate your brain.
Think and meditate to widen your aura.
Then you are a wholesome woman or man.
Later in life you will not have much to regret.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chocolate
Iam in love with chocolate
This rich dark intruder
This demon tantaliser of the tastebud
Its aroma consumes my senses
Its aura dissolves all reason
Its soft delights flirts upon my tongue
Devours me with one bite
And I submit and sink
Within this sepia 'whirpool'
Of epicurean delights!
I am in love with chocolate
I am consumed by my chivalrous 'Dark Knight'
Yvette m smith feb 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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I never had that star aura.
quote by Lauren Holly
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Eggs
A cigarette end was thrown from a car window
It smouldered brightly in the road
Another car sped past giving an aura of headlight
Stealing it from the hands of the night
The butt showered orange specks around the lane
One landed on my shirt and tried to burn.
I do not smoke
I do not drive a car
Cracked eggs lay slimy on the pavement
I eat eggs.
poem by Frank Bana
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