Best Jasmine Poems

Part One - The Calling


Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and
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Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood!
If our great Mother has imbued my soul
With aught of natural piety to feel
Your love, and recompense the boon with mine;
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Somewhere in a strange land
An unknown heart throbs for me
Etching an amorous graffiti
On the blank walls of my mind
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Gone are my people, but I exist yet,
Lamenting them in my solitude...
Dead are my friends, and in their Death my life is naught but great
Disaster.
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(A great one while calling his barroness by these names...)

It was a scent...BUT not just any,...
her scent filled the air
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In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song - a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
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Spring


Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls,
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The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.

'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
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My fancies are fireflies, —
Specks of living light
twinkling in the dark.
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Stand in front of the mirror
Either boys or girls, some got depression
Try to find yourself underneath the reflection
Dissect each point, seek for perfection
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Dear My Soul
Efface not your foot prints
Take back not fragrance of
Treaded flowers.
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A certain yaksha who had been negligent in the execution of his own duties,
on account of a curse from his master which was to be endured for a year and
which was onerous as it separated him from his beloved, made his residence
among the hermitages of Ramagiri, whose waters were blessed by the bathing
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The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young
Giant. In the nestle,
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I closed my eyes to creation when I beheld his beauty, I became
intoxicated with his beauty and bestowed my soul.
For the sake of Solomon’s seal I became wax in all my body,
and in order to become illumined I rubbed my wax.
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Always for the first time
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
A wholly imaginary house
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O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!
All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,
And shadowy, through the mist of passed years:
For others, good or bad, hatred and tears
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Your eyes are a thorn in my heart
Inflicting pain, yet I cherish that thorn
And shield it from the wind.
I sheathe it in my flesh, I sheathe it, protecting it from night and agony,
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'Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good enough to go on taking daytime baths, as the lakes and rivers will still be with plenteous waters, and at the end of the day, nightfall will be pleasant with fascinating moon, and in such nights Love-god can somehow be almost mollified...[who tortured us in the previous vernal season... but now without His sweltering us, we can happily enjoy the nights devouring cool soft drinks and dancing and merrymaking in outfields...]
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To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught
Of all the great things men have saved from Time,
The withered body of a girl was brought
Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime,
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The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers
The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers
That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings
In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings,
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God, make my words a firefly
God, make my conversation a butterfly
God, make my footsteps a path
God, make me fragrance of flowers
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I am not a poet yet....
Nor I am inborn poet.
Nor with any special talent driving me to be a poet.
Just picked few words of dew drops
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It was when I was just in class three
Hovering around the tenth year of age
Something bothered me in the hours wee
A sweetness, an aroma, sweat
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THE PROLOGUE
Rose Marie is her name Juan-Austin her surname.
Rare Jewel is the title of honour given to her earlier
I try to create an Acrostic for Poem Hunter's most elegant and beautiful poetess,
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Shalom, shalom, my beloved
For your eyes only
Did I not traverse this far…
Crossing the mirage towards oasis
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Like beautiful bodies of the dead, who had not grown old
and they shut them with tears, in a magnificent mausoleum,
with roses at the head and jasmine at the feet --
that is how desires look that have passed
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Love happened at last,
And we entered God's paradise,
Sliding
Under the skin of the water
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The invitation for that late afternoon
Caught you by surprise and you made yourself go
Unwillingly.
You had figured a high tea with a muffled
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She

LIKE a serpent to the calling voice of flutes,
Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love!
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Attention! Attention! Attention!
Oh dear poets and visitors all,
Attention you pay towards titles,
Towards this poem of notification,
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We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.
Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence,
popped it right in.
That frog song wanting nothing but echo?
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The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues;
she breathed her crisp white dress distractedly
and put into it that sharply etched etude
her impatience for a reality
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Good bye to this world....
when the son kills his father
and the father forsakes his son
Good bye to this world
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light enlightens gallows of darkness
truth is stark reality by flow idyll
we do exist today by non-existence tomorrow
iffy dream lays back to happen by desire
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Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects:
you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you have a rainbow, they are
furnished with pictures; they have music provided by resounding drums, you
produce deep, gentle rumbling; you have water within, they have floors made
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So many charming flowers loved me:
Some of them were Daisy, Lily, Jasmine and Rose
But I loved the one among them was Rose
''Rose- The Queen of flowers'',
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Before my drift-wood fire I sit,
And see, with every waif I burn,
Old dreams and fancies coloring it,
And folly's unlaid ghosts return.
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There's nothing I can't find under there.
Voices in the trees, the missing pages
of the sea.
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Lark and rose go mad, even with winter
coming on, the garden beneath the verandah blooms,
the park is dense with sun and soccer balls.
By lark I mean generic bird, God knows
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I stood tip-toe upon a little hill,
The air was cooling, and so very still,
That the sweet buds which with a modest pride
Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside,
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Sitting quietly in my too-fancy chair, I hear classical music now fill the air.
[It's a rare evening during which my wife and I don't a movie share.]
Now the music's stopped coming from down the hall; I did enjoy it.
I believe my wife's at her computer in the "office"; she, the music, did employ it
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Ik heb van alle drie jullie gedichten gelezen
En ik heb ware emotie en vreugde gevonden,
Jullie drie zijn geweldige dichteressen,
Diepe toewijding en doorzettingsvermogen,
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To my seven dear friends of Poem Hunter
Sylvia, Rose, Bharati, Indira, Susan, Sandra & Varsha!

I just wanted to express my feelings,
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I will not have the mad Clytie,
Whose head is turned by the sun;
The tulip is a courtly queen,
Whom, therefore, I will shun;
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The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart;
the secret thoughts he harbored against me I also perceived.
His dog bit my foot, he showed me much injustice; I do not
bite him like a dog, I have bitten my own lip.
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How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same;
The village street its haunted mansion lacks,
And from the sign is gone Sibylla's name,
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She is great, great and great
Chanting the greatness of truth
Hereby I declare that she is
A great noble poetess!
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From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
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I sit beside two women, kitty-corner
to the stage, as Elvin's sticks blur
the club into a blue fantasia.
I thought my body had forgotten the Deep
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I should like to relate this memory ...
but it is so faded now ... scarecely anthing is left --
because it lies far off, in the years of my early manhood.
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Hands cling to hands and eyes linger
on eyes: thus begins the record of our
hearts.
It is the moonlit night of March;
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I send my heart up to thee, all my heart
In this my singing.
For the stars help me, and the sea bears part;
The very night is clinging
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A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,
Of temper amorous, as the first of May,
With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,
For on my cradle shone the Northern star.
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The roving breezes come and go
On Kiley's Run,
The sleepy river murmurs low,
And far away one dimly sees
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Green Tunisia, I have come to you as a lover
On my brow, a rose and a book
For I am the Damascene whose profession is passion
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Where have all the swallows disappeared?
So did all the fiery blossoms of my spring in a huff!
Oh! Who has purloined the fragrance of my days
And the breeze that brought me the warmth of your hug?
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"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and the autumnal fields of white grass with whitish flowers as her apparel, which betoken the whitish bridal apparel of a new bride, and the amorously clucking clucks of swans that have just returned from Lake Maanasa as rains have gone, are the jingling anklets of autumn, which betoken the delightful jingles of anklets of new bride, and now the rice is ready to ripe and thus the tenuous stalks of rice, which have their necks a little bent down, betoken the obeisant face of a new docile bride...

"Blanched is the earth with whitish grass and the nights with silvery and coolant moonbeams of the moon, and the rivers with white swans, lakes with white-lotuses, and that forest up to its fringes with whitish jasmine flowers and with somewhat whitish seven-leaved banana plants that are swagging under the weight of their flowers...
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Memorial day for the war dead. Add now
the grief of all your losses to their grief,
even of a woman that has left you. Mix
sorrow with sorrow, like time-saving history,
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Fingers mesmerizing cool and soft against skin
Tongues softly seeking whipping tasting lingering
Arms clutching holding wrapping enfolding yearning
Love making Love
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SMALL THINGS HAVE A WAY OF ROLLING DOWN HILL AND BEGOMING BIG THINGS...

SCENT
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Dreams float
On my irises
Reflecting you
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My voice rings out, this time, from Damascus
It rings out from the house of my mother and father
In Sham. The geography of my body changes.
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Spiritual beauty

About beauty often heard
about spiritual beauty...?
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Generally Robert Frost remains in top
But Today's top five hundred list of poets,
It is exceptional, because
William Shakespeare today is rank one
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God, Oh dear merciful father,
You are very kind and
We inherit this value from you,
Like a Jasmine blooms
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RENDEZVOUS
Nearing his home town
the war-worn soldier
felt like he's reborn!
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when for a hushed moment I close my eyes,
all I see is a dreamlike abode…
cradled among an enchanting landscape…
of roses, and dahlias, and chrysanthemums,
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The café was packed-event,
Book release and reading of excerpts
From ‘love and Longing’
A compilation of letters
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Beyond the distant shores of seven seas,
Her sparkling smiles still in my memory,
I hear her whisper in the morning breeze,
Like melodious tunes of whispering bee;
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My eyes now follow
Trajectories of shadows.
Deep, dark green hollows
Beneath the elder,
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I behold you as the solitary flower
On the ends of a branch-let
Ah, your fragrance travels miles
Gratifying even the dull insects!
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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.
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Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward,
Couched with her arms behind her golden head,
Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly,
Lies my young love sleeping in the shade.
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Paradise in the middle
of a deep blue ocean
Bordered by beautiful
golden sandy beaches
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O pupils of Gaza . .
Teach us . . .
A little of what you have
For we have forgotten . . .
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This English Thames is holier far than Rome,
Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea
Breaking across the woodland, with the foam
Of meadow-sweet and white anemone
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On a fine morning, by the side of a shore:
You shine like a bright sun.
On a fine evening,
You bloom as a jasmine: spreading your lovely fragrance to all.
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WHITHER dost thou hide from the magic of my flute-call?
In what moonlight-tangled meshes of perfume,
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Somewhere here
can, I smell
strongly, its presence
at a distance of
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OPEN MESSAGE, OPEN LETTER

All of a sudden these words came down
from my caring and prudent mouth, like a cascade
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Our teacher told us one day he would leave
And sail across a warm blue sea
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It hurt me with the pain of
Thousand bee stings, your
Plain thought soaked in the
Jasmine mist of my garden
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Traveling in the passage of time,
With youthful dreams divine,
After relentless endeavor to shine,
Waning without a lifeline.
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Respected poetess Madam
Wonder Jasmine Sylvia Frances Chan

[Note: This review letter is World Poetry Day Special Comprehensive Review published on date 21st March 2019 and Gift given on Occasion of Happy Holi Celebration for date 22nd March 2019]
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Today is dark but tomorrow,
Lots of suns and stars
Will bring the light and sweep the sorrow
If and if
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Eyes speak with firm conviction
Elite language of love's prescription,
Expressive bright eyes in blessed eloquence
Endearing eyes speaking in silence!
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IN THE LIVING MEMORIES OF VANI. DAUGHTER OF MY COLLEGUE'S BROTHER, SHE WAS ONLY 16. SHE WAS A BLOOMING DANCER AND SINGER AND HAD ALL THE QUALITIES OF A NATURAL HEART- KINDNESS, LOVE AND GENTLENESS.
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The bud hath closed her eyes,
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Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow,
and dying
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Between us
twenty years of age
between your lips and my lips
when they meet and stay
the years collapse
the glass of a whole life shatters.
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Now let us garlands weave
Of all the fairest flowers,
Now at this early dawn,
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Beautiful you were
Beautiful you are
Beautiful you will remain
Beauty on the outside
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Religion is a great blessing
If it allows
LOVE
The phenomenon of Existentialism
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She is Wonder Jasmine she is Tjan
Chan!
Sylvia Frances Chan she knows Gan
Plan!
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When the evening falls and the sun fades,
And the darkness comes wearing the silence,
The moon showers silver rays on the leave,
The melodious competition of the frog and cicada,
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A small butterfly
Hovers upon Jasmine,
As white and delicate as
It's petals.
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Love, entangle me
Within passionate seductive arms,
Let me hear the alluring melody
Of bracelets tinkling on feminine wrists,
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Memories, so deeply associated with fragrance
The mere smell brings back those gone elegance
The purple lilac with the clusters of four petal flowers
Reminds me the summer days of exams
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A breath of a breeze

Tousles my hair
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Jasmine smiles
and Rose too with thorns all around
Breeze wonders when it enters the garden...
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As the Mohiniattam danseuse enters,
Attired in beige pleated Saree,
Angelic in appearance, shimmering in gold,
Accompanied by the divine sound of Edakka beats,
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