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"shanti" poems
Middle aged dancing moon, rising sun coming of age poem Some times you shave your legs sometimes you wax You are a river of gold, a poetry goddess You are the definition of **** **** and cool lady Your skin a tan wonder, Aphrodite will envy with her immortal soul Not just another girl Woman, woman, woman Your lion like mane blowing over purple mountain tops Imagine a world without. Your Litheness invokes the green eyed monster in the gods Not just another girl Om shanti shanti
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
Not Just another Girl
She is a succulent bunch,let me be helpful, if you don't get the complex chemical scent, I call her ,"a girl of unpredictable meeting places"inotropic, is her effect, She sends heartbeats way up. Delectable too, she was, every time I tasted certain parts of her. Her avatars are numerous, like Hindu Gods With specific intention for each incarnation Onee will be pushed in to neurosis, if doesn't completely relish her infinite variety. She is a cryptic mystic, for a while  from signals I discerned and firmly believed Or is she just a creature mysterious Doubt raises it's head, like a lotus From slushy pond My eyes met her at the level of her eyes first, the rest in a haze to me was invisible, Then my heart sends a message "Right now, I missed a beat here" Heart then recites a poem, tells me, it is all her making "Don't fall in love" heart's advice, "Go, dissolve in her completely" Even my own heart has crossed sides, or is it truly an advice for my sake? Love is a hallucinogen, get it? she whistles like wind at bamboo groves from within sings like a thrush, she is a magpie, or is she a koel? Nocturnal animal, in need of mating, making calls, frantic SMS, incessant. She is wind and water, elements that make one burn and drown She spreads her yoga mat on the floor, asks me to sit cross legged Indian style, I am already for that in my mind, So I spread eagle in corpse pose, indicating, "All through my life", mother earth gives me warmth.           Shanti,   Shanti,   shanti
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
The Corpse Pose for Her
She is a succulent bunch,let me be helpful, if you don't get the complex chemical scent, I call her ,"a girl of unpredictable meeting places"inotropic, is her effect, She sends heartbeats way up. Delectable too, she was, every time I tasted certain parts of her. Her avatars are numerous, like Hindu Gods With specific intention for each incarnation Onee will be pushed in to neurosis, if doesn't completely relish her infinite variety. She is a cryptic mystic, for a while  from signals I discerned and firmly believed Or is she just a creature mysterious Doubt raises it's head, like a lotus From slushy pond My eyes met her at the level of her eyes first, the rest in a haze to me was invisible, Then my heart sends a message "Right now, I missed a beat here" Heart then recites a poem, tells me, it is all her making "Don't fall in love" heart's advice, "Go, dissolve in her completely" Even my own heart has crossed sides, or is it truly an advice for my sake? Love is a hallucinogen, get it? she whistles like wind at bamboo groves from within sings like a thrush, she is a magpie, or is she a koel? Nocturnal animal, in need of mating, making calls, frantic SMS, incessant. She is wind and water, elements that make one burn and drown She spreads her yoga mat on the floor, asks me to sit cross legged Indian style, I am already for that in my mind, So I spread eagle in corpse pose, indicating, "All through my life", mother earth gives me warmth.           Shanti,   Shanti,   shanti
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andheri thi jo raat wo, us raat ki kya baat kahun. jis raat se wo mila nahin, us raat ki kya subah kahun. har raat ki h subah mgr, us raat ki bhi subah hui. charcha hui to khabar mili, us shaqs ki toh maut hui. shaqs to tha wo dost mera, us shaqs ki kya baat karun. ladka tha wo bigda magar, uske dil ki kya taarief karun. maut nahi thi tha wo khoon, un kaatilon ki kya baat karun. jese tadpaya un sbko, Isse bhattar maut unko m ada krun. galti kya thi un maasumo ki, jo aisi bhynkr maut mili. khuda tu hi jawab dega, kynki tune thi wo maut likhi. sbko jisne khush tha rkha, uski shanti k m dua krun. Yaad rkhnge use hmesha, uski yaadon ki kya baat karun. @riya
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 5:35 AM UTC
वो रात
Her master was humbled Like a bird of paradise She opened up her wings Her angelic voice chanting A mantra of peace was observed
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
A shanti mantra
కొల్లికే  రానీ  గొడవే  నాది  కొంటె  గానే  నన్ను  చేరింది  పోటి  పడే  పంతం  ఇది . . కోట్లల్లో  నే  మునిగిన  కాసు  బుసు  లాడి  నన్ను   katestadi . . ****** లేని  కదా  లాగా  నన్ను  చివరాకరి  దాకా  తరుముతుంది . . వెంటాడే  నాగిని  లా  ఆణువణువూ  బుస  కొడుతుందే . . గతలనే  తవ్వాల . . నా గోడు  అందరికి  వినిపించాల . . . Kuch kuch hota hai అనుకోవాలా . . Kaho na pyar hai అని  వెతకాల . . .phir phir milenge milenge అంటూ  కాలవల . . Chelta cheltha అంటూ  చేరాల .  . Koyi mil gaya అంటూ  ఏదో  పొందాల . . . dil  vale  dhulhania  lejay  అంటూ దిల్లును లేపుకు పోవాలా. . ledha om shanti om అంటూ శాంతం  గా   ఉండిపోవాలా
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Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 10:46 AM UTC
46.కొల్లికే రానీ గొడవే
Meditation does not mean to escape, but to come closer. Praying does not mean to speak, but to listen. Praying is meditation. In meditation you seek to allow peace to penetrate, to show itself, you seek truth. There is no knowledge in truth. Understanding means to throw away your knowledge. When you regain truth, you find peace. When you are at peace, you are mindful, compassion flourishes freely, you start to smile, and you fall in love, with everything. Compassion is a verb, love is freedom, and truth is to be yourself. Satya, shanti, prajna, karuna, ananda, prema is the order to parinibbana.
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:10 PM UTC
Contemplations of an Arhat
Float in silence Feel the currents flow Wishing for words of substance to pour Is empty grasping, nothing more Trembling lips utter only stutters And stumble over sentences out worn Let the waves settle Hear the winds whisper for better weather As a child of the sky Realize that the ocean in which we’re drowning Is the mirror reflecting the stars And we are the horizon Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Om
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Om
Uhrde' eahai’ el. EaShe'sheti... EaShe'sheti Eye... I're... Selah... Selase'eye'... Esh'real... Esh'uriel... Eshurd-ay-I... Jamowhe'... Ashanti E'yai... Ashanti Ashanti Ashanti I... This daylight does not live in a box of dreams. Selam Malen Kaye'm. For surely the angel of light worships the dream. Sela amo' I.... Ashanti I. The color of feather. Selah. In truth (light) of light… darkness falls. Crimena is not committed until pentance is revealed. The spirit of Peter (Pentecost) weighs the salvation of Selah. Selahse' 'I" Our King worships life work for substance at the tree of life. Shanti Lyre'… Ashanti Lyre’ A shanti... 'I' The Prayer of Shame... Our Change. Azhasurea 'I' Azhasuras. For the measure of man has not chalice; the chaste' is not measured in another eye. It is the spy Gabriel in the urn of the grail. Uriel… Gabriel… Michiael… Samiael… Matisyaweih… Ehyre’ Eshre’I el… Eshurdae'i… Danae'l… Eshurdae'i el Selah Sela' se' amare' ah. Amen. There are two at two chali'. There are two at two chalices. Chali. Cali'. Californiael. The me'rcha'nt of war is walking backward out of the grail for chalice. Shall I. Make Michiael a sword. Or shall I make Michiael. Ashanti I. Amen. California= Caliphas. Chi'el. Ashure'Ire'. My sword. The earth found underneath the Prophet Daniel.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
The Lion's Sin
This body is to narrow to start the concrete picturesque poetry As a marvelous bright sparkling spring into the pitch black marvel stone My poems are shallow water running out of time climbing backwards Shanti dances, Shakti watches, I ride the glossy magenta mountain byke Elementally through the potentially ***** city, gulping two little               flying                            spoons                      wwhhpp          mhm                                       of Brilliant        IO Ag                    Helth guarantieed on the nulth spelling positive not Obtrusive politely declined           skipped          suggestive Visually objective little pencil box down bellow                                              friend    _ this is blank ! Absolutely! Absoulutely! A ****** stream of no perservatives no *** Objecting flowery flunder opiates                           Words grow from Barriers between insufficient gestures                  from human Jazzy left ear leaving laments of sounds incapability to stay Endlessly entwined and glued together as your soul loves Tender tactile cats touch on your desperate desert sju++                   Ave Gratias Plena Ava Gardner Avon Avion   My throat is not of a managment made suits suiting suitcases I'm Tired Of Fraternities Or True Females  Always  Ends  Well
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
Magic You And The One World
This body is to narrow to start the concrete picturesque poetry As a marvelous bright sparkling spring into the pitch black marvel stone My poems are shallow water running out of time climbing backwards Shanti dances, Shakti watches, I ride the glossy magenta mountain byke Elementally through the potentially ***** city, gulping two little               flying                            spoons                      wwhhpp          mhm                                       of Brilliant        IO Ag                    Helth guarantieed on the nulth spelling positive not Obtrusive politely declined           skipped          suggestive Visually objective little pencil box down bellow                                              friend    _ this is blank ! Absolutely! Absoulutely! A ****** stream of no perservatives no *** Objecting flowery flunder opiates                           Words grow from Barriers between insufficient gestures                  from human Jazzy left ear leaving laments of sounds incapability to stay Endlessly entwined and glued together as your soul loves Tender tactile cats touch on your desperate desert sju++                   Ave Gratias Plena Ava Gardner Avon Avion   My throat is not of a managment made suits suiting suitcases I'm Tired Of Fraternities Or True Females  Always  Ends  Well
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Peace in the echo The echo of love Protect us like the hope of Zion Walk in the echo The echo of past Learn from mistakes - Insanity is doing the same Over and over Expecting different results They say war Brings about peace Insanity Yeah - them suits insane Jah over all, What must be will be All temples fall And with them bring peace Peace in the echo The echo of love Protect us like the warmth of Sun Govern yourself Don't give in Keep your will Protect yourself From their sin Stand up still Release yourself To within Keep your will The day of revelation Shines like supernova Stardust in color A reflection of Star On the rocks of discarded dust Lands life of decay and rust Without death, There'd be no life And thus, the wilt is no bust Balance For each day, a night For each night, a day To keep order within chaos Listening to each wind blowing Will reveal and lead the communication
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:56 AM UTC
Shanti Sena
Lean on my chest, gentle one, let's sit holding hands, mountain breeze whispers Shanti mantras, let's repeat it, may tranquil be our souls, we aren't weary yet, but the ardor of the climb ends here; from this vintage point we are, distant heaven and beloved earth, look deceptively equidistant, rest your eyes on mine, let me see eternity flashing it's light. Don't even say a word, what your heart beat says is to my heart, the view from this peak is what we dreamt always,remember? an incredible leap of the souls, now we feel, is the reward of the trek we are equanimous, yet the  tears in your doe eyes, I can't bear, we are mortals, pain is a mongrel, our faithful companion to the end. Let's sit here, till the gold dust, the passing sun extravagantly sprinkles, that tells stories of galaxies dying down and new ones taking birth- finally settles, and the anesthetic of darkness gently descends. Look! the hidden envious eyes of the night, from afar peep at us, on the journey back, we'll fly beyond limits and vanquish the big dark.
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Sonata for the day on the green peak
He buried me amongst the dead kicked the dust off his boots left the house in it's peace wandered in to the next open door to spread the word. Now I am buried, being buried by the dead You being the dead. Do we love ourselves more than God? (Call him/God Christ if you want to. God is enough for me with how a name gets thrown around by those who defile the name with abuses of their own design. Christ becomes in vain) Are mystics justified, by their closeness to the divine, their missions in life to show us God, to rebuke us in each of their own given manner, harsh or light as it might strike, no matter the tear at our inner light they saw as dark. "We use God's mighty weapons, not worldly weapons, to knock down the strongholds of human reasoning and to destroy false arguments." says the bible. Who was arguing, asks I? Om Shanti is Sanskrit for peace for the all human kind, peace for all living and non living beings, peace for the universe, peace for each and every things in this whole cosmic manifestation. "Am I a non-believer for using a Hindu language, Mr. Mystic?" I ask. Is God that absent from my inner mind?
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
Luke 9:60: We are not Dead I Say
OM Shanti Om I radiate peace in breath in moment in actions as I walk in grace. Om Shanti Om I echo with peace as I take meditative stance to align with heart. Om Shanti Om I emit love into the world so it awakens and we all live in peace.
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
OM Shanti Om
***Wake up simply to that within already!!!!!*** *All will come to pass without the fear, doubt The self pity of perceived hopelessness such is more easily that is the light of deception that is our supposed wakefulness too certainly blinds us first off from what* ***we feel so much more deeply and know better by w i t h i n !!!!!*** *So let us not be deceived by semantics of what is....* ***T R U L Y*** . . . /         \ *darkness and light \         / I T S E L F \/ . . for it is only what it is in* ***C O N T E X T within all creation Which I S pure love sans our O W N . . <3 's*** . . /         \ *misgivings missing inner* ***G U I D E N  C E*** \/ . . /  \ \  / .. . Shanti, Ra!!!!
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
Exactly Tim
We are the lucky ones Fated to a possible Life on death row Contradicting the notion Of being the lucky ones Who sing with joy Weep with sorrow A treasure trove Within our souls Another day digging *Deeper deeper Chakra chakra Om shanti om* Pain brings forth A contact with an Angelic realm so Rejected by those Cynics who chase A life of ego Surrendering will I Chose to walk alone Blind faith, blind folded I fell and fell The bruises swelled I dusted off Pulled up those Pretty baby girl Pink socks And when I fell again I was caught The light too bright For me to see The truth so Setting me free Closing my eyes I could finally see The truth in me; My light is never too bright, I shine most in the dark... And it is then my soul calls for me. © Sia Jane
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
Lucky One(s)
Hand write                    ( Hands right                                   Sinistral kid) Me a love poem.                    (A sonnet?                              Whatever) Make me feel like a queen,                    (Like Joanna of Castile?                               I know who she is, you **** Like I am worshipped and adored.                    (Like Imelda Marcos then?                               I have more shoes) Make my heart flutter                    (Arrhythmia                               Whatever) And swell until it bursts.                    (Be careful what you wish for                                ......................) Treat me like a princess                    (Shanti Rajya Lakshmi Devi                                I've Googled her as well) And make all my dreams come true.                    (I dream of a loaded gun.                               So you can **** me?) "No, just myself. All I want is for you to ******* feel something".
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
Abdicate Already
Mein Teri manzil e nazar Bikhra hua sa manzil e ghulsan Udta panchi yaad liye ghum raha tha Teri galiyaan mein yunhi likh raha tha Khub khubsurati me rang me ghul raha tha Aur ek shant mann me laga mausam ko dekhta mastana Dhoop me shanti ko dhoondta Phirta awarapan dilse...
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
Manzil e galiyaan ishq ki boond ki!!!
"What do you do?" "I create shelters for peace. Places you can go to when you have no where to go. I buy shacks in the desert." He nodded, looked to his friend. Their social class hung on their East coast shoulders as they lifted a paid for beer up to their pampered lips.    I said, "If it is not something you need, it has no value to you. Much like a Bonsai or Christ." I felt secure, knowing they couldn't grasp the feeling of being lost in a Western desert.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
Shanti Shacks
Saying good bye ant an easy thing to do Especially saying good bye to you I thank you my friends for this time spent I thank you for being you I spread my wings and fly away and head into the sun Letting the wind take me on its way Soaring down this crystal mountain with a soul fulled With love peace and harmony Follow your hearts dear Follow your light to where your soul shines bright Allow yourself to see your essence You are one of life's true gifts So I Spread my wings and fly away   and dip into the wind mother earth guiding my way Where ever I am know my friend You can always come and stay Heading in the direction of my souls calling Feeling fear within The age old game the ego likes to play This time it won't win Ive got more tools in my kiti More love than ever before Know that I'll carry you with me As i turn and head out the door So I spread my wings and float away Allowing myself to be The full expression of my inner light The great gift you could have given me This freedom to be me Where I'll go no one knows Now It's time to fly away Where I'll go no one knows Now It's time to fly away Anahata I wish you peace Shanti shanti shanti
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
Time to fly
Om shanti tra-la-lace, empty head fulla space. Mismatched mouth and mind, squawking every word ya find. Buncha penny-sized pupils -- spun-out "gypsies" popping pills. When ya finally say what ya mean, I'll be where I was with no in between. Om shanti tra-la-lo pack yer patchouli and go.
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Tra-la-la
Crude handling. The matter, The substance. Pain is same. Things are slipping out of hands. You are walking away. To defer your sympathy, love boils. Right spellings have wrong words. You put the tears back in your eyes. Drifting aimlessly. Your existence was for carnivores.
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Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 10:03 PM UTC
Om Shanti
PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG BOY Tom is 9 going on 10 & pens " a few little verses about the sadness of having to start school again every Monday morning." Already young Master Eliot can see THE WASTELAND spreading out before him. "Monday is the cruellest day breeding Mathematics out of the deadened brain!" "Damn...damn it...damn ya!" "Language Thomas...language!" "Shhhhh ...Tom...shushhhh!" I comfort him. "Shanti...shanti...shanti."
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG BOY
Shingle shook, these bookish handles cove your head in herringbone, It's sewn into our standard-issue, dangled under spinnaker Here, you and I will come to terms the terms of our endearment a curvature of earthliness, in miniature exemplified the surfeit of our inadvertent vertebrae declined toward the wave
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 12:46 AM UTC
Sea-shanti
these quiet morning moments weaving through my heart's loom, stitching glimmering thread softly into my bed sheets. the look in your eyes as we wake and simultaneously spiral back into each other - vine wrapped delicately round the tree bark. hands holding skin and unspoken words, cradling a newborn slurring smiles in return. yawning fingers intent on methodically massaging out knots and jagged gaps, reminded to not mold, reminded to let moments unfold, reminded to not hold on too long. tranquility in tender lips, airy down the spine, reclining a mind bent over fever dreams, gently tugging it back to reality. grounding toes and cracking bones and stretching an intimacy in patient growth. set the day's metronome to the swsh-swsh of bristles on sleepy teeth, swsh-swsh-swsh-swsh trying not to giggle spit sticky wishes, tempering my touch with a lagging time piece, keeping hasty hankerings in a box at my feet. breathing the unmistakable scent of you in deep - shanti shanti shanti whispered across heavy-lidded eyes. let me steep my longing with tea leaves, come drink the morning sky with me.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
morning lite.
If we pray from the deeps of heart Prayers reach straight to God, Whatever we know and practise It is due the benevolence of the God. As I reach the park early morning Four friends daily greet me, Not a single day passes by So punctual are they to meet me. They know to which side I shall go They lead me to my fixed post, Keep looking back at me If I am coming or somewhere lost. Before I do they grab my bench Where I exercise and relax, As I scold them to leave They get down, cling to my legs. They are four legged friends Better than the two legged, So humble, loving and caring Who wait for the two legged? Om Shanti Om Shanti Om Shanti
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Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 8:27 PM UTC
TRUE FRIENDS