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jasmine –
my daughter shows in her hand
the fragrant moon

haiku by Chandrashekar A Posy Poet
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-35

Yellow Jasmine, (Italian Jasmine,
Jasminum humile)

Atlast, I've found her
Long-lasting fragrant
Pentapetaled brighter
A Jasmine so anticipant

Yellowy, godly rewarding
Daughter of Himalayas
Willowy angularly branching
Shrubby with pinnate leaves

A Jasmine so anticipant
Of respect and worship
Inviting charm and scent
Medicative sure a godship

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Why Can't That Be Me

Why can't that be me, the daughter
you come home to
Loving me all the time, and saying I miss you
Why can't that be me, the daughter you call everyday
The daughter that you miss so much, that she takes your breath away
Why can't that be me, the daughter that makes you cry
The one that touches your soul, everytime she says goodbye
Why can't that be us, daughter to father
Without you in my life, everyday it gets harder

poem by Jasmine Dugas
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Hindu Wedding On A Jasmine Day

The season of JASMINE is blooming.
Wedding is on a day of JASMINE.
The couple are ready for the holy-bond.
Guests are ready with their blessing-band.

Baskets of garlands and stringed JASMINE,
With decorative JASMINE tassles is pleasing.
The fragrance of JASMINE is ambrosial!
Breathtaking! JASMINES' aroma is celestial.

Her long plait padded with JASMINES strung,
Atop with strands of JASMINE being swung,
The bride is given a garland of JASMINE.
Also the 'groom is given a garland of JASMINE.

The family deity is adorned with JASMINE.
The guests are given strands of JASMINE.
The couple garland each other in heck.
The 'groom ties an yellow thread around bride's neck.

The priest makes the groom by seven steps,
Promise to guard his spouse in life's ups.
Splattering holy rice and scenty JASMINE,
All bless 'LONG SMELLY LIKE JASMINE'!

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Hint Of Jasmine

The hint of jasmine
seeped through the broken pane
for the occupant within.
Those that walked the corridors
on their endless trek
searching for their lost loves
they never wanted to let go.
The yawn of a door opening
beckons someone in
then the click of it closing
shows that they are gone again.
Still the occupants wander
on their endless trek
as the hint of jasmine
lingers in the air.

14 October 2009

poem by David Harris
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-85

Adukku Malli (Arabian Jasmine, Butt mogra
Jasminum samba var, Grand Duke Of Tuscany)

I shall wait dear Malli
Till you're in blossom
In three decks creamy
Full and fragrant awesome

Solitary on strong cane
Supporting leaves bushy
Opens your fragrant plane
For tea and perfume dashy

So shall wait dear Malli
Till you're in blossom
In three decks creamy
Full and fragrant awesome

poem by Indira Renganathan
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What Happens behind closed doors (lies the child in me)

Out in public
she's a lady

She's repectful
and kind

Her daughter and her
seem happy together

You could never tell
how distant they are

Her daughter can't confide in her
Shes ashamed of who she is

This girl ain't special
she's just scared

Her mother knowing her would be the end
this girl don't need another friend

Behind her closed door she will stay
never to come in the sun to play

poem by Jasmine Thompson
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Two Daughters

You gave birth to four
Two sons
Two daughters
Boys will be boys
Girls will be you
You raise us to be grown
Praise us to be shown
But theres one problem
One daughter gets hid
One daughter you get rid
You forget you have two
Untill I'm ready to put on my shoes
And I walk out this door
And then you remember
Two daughters

poem by Jasmine Moreth
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-50

Confederate jasmine(Star jasmine
Trachelospermum jasminoides)

You came to me as the scenting star
In my arduous flower-hunting war
But the captive is me ever you caught
Freeing yourself tangling my thought

Such is your fragrance from far afar
Tied my quest ensconced in your car
At that I could hold on well with you
Ever green even two-tone as blush you

Timely when you change to new posies
Piwheeled white petals in high bliss
A neat slender wiring ovately leafed..
What then? I grow fragrant overwhelmed

Star, come along as all I on traverse
Just to perfume and not to reverse
But to grow all and everywhere I go
With all the latex to shoot new so

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Jasmine Flower Seller

A boy ran
Towards a van,
Holding out his hand
Full of fragrant
Jasmine flowers
Strung on a thread.

A lady beckoned
And began to haggle
Over the price.
The boy said
Five stings
For Rupees ten.

She pushed away
His hand,
The boy
Lost his balance,
And fell.
Tears welled up
In his eyes,
As he saw the wheels,
Crush his hope
Of a square meal.

The drizzle
Had turned to a shower.
The road was covered
With crushed flowers.
The boy had perhaps
Come from a distant village,
To earn an honest wage.

We spend thousands
Over what we fancy
On discount sales
Happy we have got
A bargain.
Why do we haggle
Over pennies?

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons.

quote by Henry Timrod
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A gift for every occasion! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The bracelet of fresh and fragile white fragrant
Jasmine buds, its soft feel and sensuous scent,
That you so tenderly slipped on my wrist
And the look in your eyes, and your tight grip.

I still remember, as I fondly look
At the string I had dried, in my scrapbook.
Sitting by bay window, watching twilight
Smiled to myself, reminisce about that night.

Today to make up after a bad fight,
Cold vibes; we both felt wee bit contrite.
You tied jasmine in my hair; and I lay
Wondering, how flowers quietly convey

What somehow, we all feel uneasy to say
At times words limit us, ego comes in way.
There are flowers for every occasion;
Act as bridge with little persuasion.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Father And Daughter

Father and daughter spend some quiet time together in the living room
Shining through the curtain is the sun
And outside is the glorious afternoon

Father reads to his daughter the poetry she loves
Father and daughter enjoy each other's company
Father takes his daughter by the hand
As they take a walk outside

Father cares for his daughter
And always wishes the very best to happen for her

poem by Justin Gildow
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Why love the moon?

Why love the moon?
Because she is fair?
Because she seems so debonair?

The moon you love lives away so far,
She left you long ago for the stars;
For which in her insecurities she has prevailed,
As she hides behind her silver veil.

Why love the moon?
Because she shines?
Because you think her beauty divine?

The face she shows is but a play,
There’s another side she never displays;
A side so dark you cannot see,
It’s there she hides her agonies.

Why love the moon?
Because she is there?
Because you think you have her care?

Every month she shows her entire face,
You stare at her beauty and sit in her grace;
But as the days pass she turns to the Sun,
The person who has her eternal love.

The Sun however rejects her again,
So she turns back to you to comfort her pain;
And again you accept her, again and again,
It is your heart she holds,
it has been slain.

So why love the moon,
The Superficial moon,
The Cruel, the Uncaring and Inconsistent moon,
The moon who Scorns you!
The moon who Left you!
The moon who CHEATS WHEN SHE'S BEHIND YOU!

...because you love her.

poem by Warren Chan
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A Love of moon

A LOVE OF MOON
SKY, EARTH AND ALL UNIVERSE,
YOU CAN SEE A LOVE OF DIFFERENT KIND,
LO..... LO...., CONSIDER ON IT,
A LOVE OF MOON AND THIS WHOLE NATION,

THE MOVING OF MOON IS SHOWING NATION'S CONSERVATION
AND DUE TO THIS MOON, YOU CAN SEE A HUGE CONSTELLATION
AND WHEN STARS COMES NEAR, MOON SHOWS HIS INDIGNATION
AND DURING THE LULLABY, WHEN STARS STARTS THEIR INSURRECTION
MOON CAN'T BEAR IT, BECAUSE HE'S A PURE LOVER OF NATION

SKY, EARTH AND ALL UNIVERSE,
YOU CAN SEE A LOVE OF DIFFERENT KIND,
LO..... LO...., CONSIDER ON IT,
A LOVE OF MOON AND THIS WHOLE NATION,

BUT AFTER SOMETIME MOON FEEL A LOT OF VALIFICATION
AND TRY TO BE A MISANTHROPE THAT SHOWS MORTIFICATION
HE SANG A LAST MADRIGAL AT THE TIME OF SEGREGATION
AND NOW HE NEVER COMES ON EARTH JUST AFTER VALEDICTION
NOW CHINGARI'S HEART ALWAYS BURN BECAUSE HE KNEW HIS VALUATION.

WRITTEN BY,
W.A.CHINGARI.
A GREAT MYSTERY.

poem by Waqar Arshad Chingari
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The Jasmine Corridor

In all my lives, I never knew anyone like you before.
Woke up one day, swore I heard the sound of heaven knocking on my door.
And after all these years long passing,
Time to reflect, no time for wasting.
Walking down the jasmine corridor.
Reflecting echoes of quiet laughter.
In all my life, I was never better served than I was served by you.
And in my way, hope you agree I tried to serve you too.
Out on the headland I stepped once unsteady.
You there to catch me , I breathe more freely.
Hand in mine down the jasmine corridor.
Through all my life, I chased flitting illusions at a faster pace.
Never stopped to think: the moment was for seizing, had myself to face.
You made my bed to lie in, stately.
Mad cats, grandchildren, here more often lately.
The final view from the jasmine corridor.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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The Color of the Moon

The color of the moon 
so pale and so blue
makes me wanna cry
when I look at the moon

In black or white
dark or light
the moon cries 
with all its might

With the moon cries
life dies
and the earth
breathes a heavy sigh

The color of the moon
so pale and so blue
makes me wanna cry
when I see the color of the moon

poem by Jasmine Thompson
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1. Sisterly Love

the indian woman is
a tormented soul
weeping secret tears
ink that writes lines
of anguish all over
her countenance

her large, sharp and slit eyes
pour longingly into the
the jasmine she strings
everyday for hours
in india street

pure, white, dainty
a softness and scent
that two days from now
will be nothing more than
a dehydrated mess
a mere sore to the eyes

a transience fills the gap
between the flowers
a string of luxury that helps
her to keep a sister close
to her hands, her heart

first jasmine, a sister's
smile, second jasmine,
a sister's promises,
third jasmine, another
sister's smile, fourth
jasmine.....every gap she feels
a loss, a love her fingers will no
more grasp and a sister
her eyes will no more hold

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Devil & Daughter

Silence is mocking the dawn of a new day
Devil and daughter are both on their way
The evil of her nature collects in her eyes
With him theres no fear of the dawn bringing light
Baptised with fire, too wild to be tamed
Shes hot, evil and ready to take any man
Let no one put assunder the power of the pain
He is the master of hell riding again
Devil and daughter - pleasure and pain
Devil and daughter - is this the end
A thousand times over, youll hear on the wind
In the name of hell, these sinners never sinned
But satan never listens to the words that they send
Drenching the soul with blood, when will it end
Devil and daughter
Hes got the power, shes got the pain
Devil and daughter
Shell break any woman and take any man
Devil and daughter
Hand in hand with the reaper

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Mystic Moon

the mystic moon she shines so bright
it fills our hearts with the power of light

mystic me she calls to us
for us to live a life we can not rush

the mystic moon
her silver wind
blows through our world
and binds us to her

mystic moon
why do you love us so
we are born of darkness
yet you shine your light as our protector

mystic moon i understand
you are the darkness in wich we command

poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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Jasmine & Jonquils In June...

Jasmine and Jonquils In June
Bougainvilleas and Brides Are In Bloom
Also Roses and Ribbons In Rooms
Growing Standing Ovations Of Grooms

White Satin, Silk, Chantilly Lace
Soft Symbol Veils, Flowing Over Lady’s Face
As Long Trains and Butterflies Chase
Yet, In A Vision of Elegance and Grace

Slowly, She Moves Down The Aisle
Amid Garden Rows Of Sunshine Smiles
Been Waiting For The Season Awhile
But GOD’s Blessings and Bouquets: Always In Style

As Expectant Hush, Fills Fragrant Room
For Exchanged Vows Of Brides and Grooms
And Their New Life About To Bloom
Like Jasmine and Jonquils In June

Written & ©: 5/1/10

By: The MoonBee

poem by MoonBee Canady
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