Festival
They Say:
It's Festive Time Today
Auspicious Durga Pooja Day
May be my time is not Right
Or my mood is not Festive
And hence - I've been
miserably crying away
all through the day.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A Christmas Wish
November rain shrouding the light,
Somewhere the sun will set, a crimson red,
Not here, not today,
Feeling festive, feeling silly,
Weeks away yet and not a angel in sight,
I need the sun likes a flower needs water to survive,
I need to watch the distant glow of the teary beacon as it disappears behind the rooftops,
I need to believe, I need to look forward,
Christmas, a time for fun, frolics an
d festive folly,
Is also a time to reflect on those less fortunate and those who have sadly departed,
Reflecting on the events and people that have shaped our destinies,
Gives us the reason to carry on,
Christmas is a time of hope and a time to give to those in need, we can all spare a little piece of our hearts,
The sun will set somewhere on Christmas Day, and I will embrace it in my minds eye!
The crimson hue will light the way for us all
poem by Simon Thorpe
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Season-9
Social norm here
All twelve months on festive spree
With rituals lot
Prayers primary
Along with offering next
Traditional treat
Discount sale common
Season's festive gift offer
People throng crazy
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Where Is The Minute Within That Hour
If today is not the time for it...
Then where is the minute within that hour,
That the challenge comes...
For those living to witness something soon,
Has to be done...
Comes.
To remove the invitation of confusion.
If today is not the time for it...
Then where is the minute within that hour,
That the challenge comes...
And everyone is awakened,
Shakened from their deep...
Festive sleep,
Of delusions kept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Festive Time
Hey Devotee!
It is festive time
For you,
To please yourself
And me.
Yet, I’m sorry to say
It doesn’t appease me.
You must be
Really enjoying
The cacophony
Of drums and beats
That scare away the birds
And animals on the streets.
May be, there are old people
Resting nearby in the very same
Streets through which your
Clamorous procession proceeds.
May be, a baby is in deep slumber.
May be, a child is having his exams.
May be, someone is reeling under
High fever. Needs some rest, if only
You could feel and see their stress
That keeps rising…the more your
Blaring mikes reach their crescendos.
What about the waters of my rivers
That swell up with tears…they know
At the end of the day, when the
Pooja culminates, the Pratima is
Immersed for Visarjan,
Their flora and fauna will take the brunt
Of all the plastic, the lead and mercuric
Colours, the numerous poly bags,
That float all over…
My waters blow up with carcasses
In the burning ghats, as if that wasn’t
Enough, now you do it all the year
Through…some Pooja or the other,
And my fish and crabs, turtles and frogs,
The shells and corals, the molluscs, you name it,
I have it in varied forms: my aquatic life
Pays the price for your water pollution.
Not to mention the noise pollution -
That comes with every Pooja celebration.
Why make a hue and cry, why publicise
Religion, why commercialise it, why not
Offer silent prayers to your temple deity?
I’m omniscient. I know it all…
Your desires and wishes.
I know you love me.
No need to overflow with so many emotions
That disturb the peace and tranquility
Of the environment.
Please preserve its sanctity.
Do not detonate it with all your commotion.
Religion should be heartfelt devotion.
Not a razzmatazz of pomp and show.
Remember me in your silent prayers,
Why upset the eco balance with your
Irreverent actions of religious fervour?
Worship me as Kali, Durga, Lakshmi.
I may be also your Saraswati. You also
See me as Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, Ganesha.
So many forms, myriad tales of my myths.
But leave out nature from the pain and agony
You inflict on its plants, birds and animals.
Don’t malign religion
With noise pollution
And water pollution.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Its Christmas Time Down Under
See the sun in the sky
Always riding high
At christmas time down under
It will be no surprise
Temperature will rise
At christmas time down under
This is a festive time
And we have no rain
Santa is dressed up fine
Here he comes again
At the time and the place
They come face to face
At christmas time down under
Doesnt seem quite the same
Playing winters game in the sun
The only snow we have is on our christmas tree
The southen cross is not the nothern star
We like to make believe
We hear those jingle bells
It doesnt really matter where we are
We can look to the sky
And see the reason why
Its christmas time down under
Its so wide,its so blue
Youd see the reason too
At christmas time down under
The world seems the wrong way round
Someone made it so
Someday were up side down
Ask the man who knows!
Its his birthday today
He came here to stay
At christmas time down under
Its up over for me
Down under when I see
Clear blue sky!
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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'At this festive season of the year, Mr Scrooge,' said the gentleman, taking up a pen, 'it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. ... We choose this time, because it is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices.'
quote by Charles Dickens
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Experts say you should never hit your children in anger. When is a good time? When you're feeling festive?
quote by Roseanne Barr
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Sonnet: On 11/11/11 Phenomenon
Today’s a special day on planet earth –
A date mankind will remember for long!
Some lucky children are destined for birth;
With happiness, the world will ring the gong!
A festive mood prevails all through the day;
The phenomenon drives most people mad;
Each one has plans to celebrate some way;
All hope that nothing happens truly bad.
Most people start the day with worship first!
All aim to spend the time blissfully then;
They pray that God prevents the gloom that’s worst;
Some minds and eyes gaze upwards to heaven.
The fancy date will pass away quite fast,
Remaining thing in world history that’s past!
Dedicated to all who love life
poem by John Celes
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Goddess Durga - Prayer
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
you, the invincible power!
you are strength of deities
you destroy all the fear.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
you, the mother of universe,
It's you who takes care of it
and removes glooms of hearts.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
universe is just your fraction,
You are the absolute of
creation, operation, destruction.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
without you life is no meaning,
Whoever remembers you
you arrive for their wellbeing.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
we're thankful what you given;
Keep away troubles and pains,
let your kindness be remain.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
be kind to accept our prayers,
Let always be your compassion
for blissful living of your creatures.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
let your world always be radiant,
Stay to protect everyone
everywhere and every moment.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Sweet, Little Kitten
Sweet, little kitten, 'Mimoso'
What has happened to you?
We have searched everywhere...
Where are you?
We know you are sad
Being away of us
And far from your warm bed.
Without tasting your food
You surely lost your festive mood.
Do you remember the last pic taken?
It will be kept with us
You won't be forsaken.
It is normal our cry,
And we ask you, Lord,
Why didn't he come, why?
17th December 2010
poem by Maria C. Costa
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A (Somewhat Early) Christmas Greeting
Hallowe'en has come and gone
And so has Guy Fawkes night.
It's time to look forward to Christmas
And hope (yet again) that it's white.
I know that it's only November
And it seems such a long way away,
But the sooner we start to get into the mood
The better we'll feel, so they say!
So we'll put on the Christmas CDs
And play them back time after time.
We know all the words, to every song
So to NOT sing along is a crime!
We'll get out the tinsel and sparklies
To brighten up the place,
But make sure we don't overdo it!
Don't want to be 'in your face'!
Once done, the place looks so pretty!
Like Santa's grotto, but tasteful!
We used lots of spray-on glitter and snow,
But to use any more would be wasteful!
The tree's amazing in red, green and gold
Topped off with a six-pointed star.
The coloured lights flicker to Jingle Bells.
Add some baubles and there you are!
Do you know, I'm feeling quite festive!
Just think what a hoot it will be!
Just remember, it only comes once a year!
So here is a message from me.
To all of my friends and my loved ones,
A time-honoured greeting to cheer.
Let this Christmas be all that you hoped for
And be happy throughout the New Year!
poem by Dawn Ferrett
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Greeting The Season
The holiday season always starts, a rush of people with weary hearts,
A time ordered for season’s greetings, rushing all to family meetings.
While rushing to malls filled with holly, covered with commercial jolly,
Peoples searching far and near, to find some temporal holiday cheer.
They find festive noise is all around, as lights and ornaments abound,
And at the root, what is the cause; a jolly old man named Santa Claus.
Hiding Truth from girls and boys, using nothing but those simple toys,
Filling their hearts with temporal joys, in the midst of the festive noise.
The Christmas Truth people seldom lift, even though it was God’s gift,
The one gift from The Lord above; a special gift of The Father’s Love.
And unlike other gifts of the past, this one gift from God will truly last,
When all the other gifts cease to be, this one gift shall last for eternity.
That special Gift was God’s Only Son, that one gift sent for everyone,
God’s Only Begotten Son, Jesus Christ, sent to give all men New Life.
And this Gift was not under a tree, but nailed upon a cross on Calvary,
Where Christ himself paid the price, as He became for men a sacrifice.
God’s Gift will give you peace on earth, through His Gift of New Birth,
And Christ will forgive all your sin, if you would simply believe in Him,
To fill your heart with Heaven’s hush, even in this festive holiday rush,
So this season you’ll be gleaning, its true reason with God’s meaning.
Partying
Entertaining is a toy, full of joy,
Mightn’t it rain with cosy friendship.
Bawdy words come along on the day we met,
Uncouth manners lead astray the very gaiety.
The festive mood partakes in revelry of love,
A witness decocted the loving party-eyes.
Lawbreaking becalmed nevertheless,
The party air wicked, parties were never like this.
Partying eyed those who worked on terraces of food,
Nutrients mixed to combine our blood, this whole sludge.
Entertain me no longer, entertain my friend who lived
A long time ago.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Festivate Fornication
For festive fornication give me wine,
apart from which all I require now
is holding both your melon breasts in mine,
and time, at least as much as you'll allow.
Strait is the gait for sinners but for lovers
it's wide, but if you want me to be frisky,
lie patiently for me between your covers
until I've fortified myself with whisky,
plus some Cialis to make sure I don’t
end up this evening with a beg-your-pardon,
in case precautions such as these ones won’t,
despite your wine and breasts, cause me to harden.
Lie patiently, I said, but tell the truth,
I want to hear the magic words, I love you,
Then pull on me as dentists do a tooth
to fill your cavity when I’m above you.
Inspired by Marc Porter-Zasada's response to my poem “Oh Mistress Mine”:
Ah, more of Gershon's 'The Couplet's Guide to Sex.' I say:
If only other poets weren't so coy with words,
And sang, on the whole, less tediously sweet of bees and birds.
If only they would broadcast clearer inspiration
To shy lovers, husbands, and wives.
I mean surely, they could improve our lives
With tips for better rhymed and more festive fornication.
11/20/08,11/27/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Ill Wind
The wind told me you’re leaving today
With voice so harsh it laid trees bare
Again he said you’re leaving today
Hissed through the vines his ill tidings
You can’t leave today my love
Not when the bougainvilleas frolic
Oh no, not today my love
Not with orchids in festive glee
Even in the morrow you cannot go
For the fruits will be in harvest then
Oh no, not in the morrow you cannot go
For the arid sod awaits your benediction
The wind told me you’re leaving today
Absurd! I said to this malignant tattle
The wind insisted that you’re leaving today
Ill wind begone, was my incensed outcry
European Christmas Market
Life is busy around Albert Square
In December every year
Christmas market in full swing
For shopping and a glass of beer
Stalls are cluttered one by one
Amid the crowded streets
Vendors displaying their festive wares
In order to compete
Christmas music in the background
To put one in the mood
Aroma of bratwurst sizzling on the coals
Pangs of hunger need some food
People always in a hurry
Last minute presents to buy
Gifts from all over Europe
To tempt the shoppers eye
Energy and money both well spent
To depart it's almost time
But not before a Christmas toast
With a mug of hot mulled wine
poem by Lynne Howard
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Ice Skating
People love to go skating, across the ice;
It may be rather chilly, but it’s just so nice.
People wrapped up in coats, gloves and scarves,
Share each other’s company, and also some laughs.
Fairy lights twinkle, up in the trees nearby.
Excited eyes sparkle, and spirits are high.
Across the rink, the skaters twist and twirl;
On the ice, their skates create ornate swirls.
Novice skaters hang on, tightly, to the side;
Their nerves, with smiles, they try to hide.
A good sense of balance is vital, to stay upright;
Wibble-wobbling about, some people lose the fight.
Some skaters execute some amazing moves;
That they are old pros, they can easily prove.
Some people hold hands, as they skate around;
Taking in all of the exciting sights and sounds.
The skaters’ noses and cheeks glow, rosy pink,
As they make their way around the huge ice rink.
Some of the first time skaters, tumble and fall,
And they just can’t seem to get the hang of it all.
It’s a festive experience, which is hard to beat,
And, for many, it’s an exciting winter time treat.
To go skating, at an outdoor rink, people wait all year;
It’s an activity, guaranteed to bring some festive cheer.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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More festive than the feast itself is the day before.
December 21 (Life Poem)
Mid-winter solstice, cold dawn,
The shortest day is the longest night.
Day grey skies, walking on rain empty beach.
Night bright carolling and mulled wine warming,
Friends’ festive mood balks bank depression,
The world turns and the days get longer,
On this 3rd rock from the sun
In snow-cold Dublin.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Decades
By this time
She will be awake
As her clock would always chime
Missing breakfast that I make
She'll be crying
By this time
She unlocks the door
Sees my goodbye note in rhyme
And she throws it on the floor
She'll be crying
By this time
She walks by the well
Where we used to throw some dime
Wishing what we would not tell
She'll be crying
By this time
She waters the rose
Careful not to splash the grime
She'll recall the blooms I chose
She'll be crying
By this time
Laughter she will miss
Once, she play-acted as mime
Whereby I gave her a kiss
She'll be crying
By this time
I have gone ten years
She is now way past her prime
With a baby that she bears
And I'm crying.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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