Rangoon
ust a changing sea of colour
Surging up and flowing down;
And pagodas shining golden, night and noon;
And a sun-burst-tinted throng
Of young priests that move along
Under sun-burst-hued umbrellas through the town.
That's Rangoon.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sky and Moon
I see the sky and moon in the bright night,
Inside I see and hear them crawl both toward us,
Thus, our moons are complete and the azure sky also
As it forms for our privilege of seeing and gazing at noon.
The noon is apt to wander into night before anything happens,
But this black ocean will stop at the stone feet of mountains,
Huge volcanoes that burst in the night and day,
Forever in this way, jolting our brains with their thunder and night-laughter.
Many gods and goddesses are against us now,
Immediately we lift our eyes to the clear sky
As named by the gods, as called by the priests.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Balloon For You All
I want to give you, my dear friends,
A balloon of your choice and colour
So that you will play with it
Your sweet face blooming like a rose.
But you are overgrown
Overgrown like never before!
Some are like Goliaths and some resemble the unknown men from Kob.
Some look like overgrown convent girls and a few are like the Amazons.
I want to sell my balloons at any cost
For my balloons are about to burst any moment.
Once you begin to play with them
I am relieved a lot; who cares for your tears?
I tell a man with salt and pepper on head,
`Buy one balloon and play with it for a while`.
He laughs at me and chases a young girl.
My balloons begin to burst.
I whisper into the ears of a woman selling woes,
` A balloon for your happiness to return, please`
She looks into my basket of colours and throws back a sob.
My balloons begin to shrink.
As I walk along the beach of sand dunes,
The waves of my realisation recede to the depths.
My balloons burst within their little vacuums
As my heart longs for being one among them.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Raining, Raning...
It was raining, raning,
Non stop, blub blub, blub
It dropped on the shallow
Sheet of water flowing,
Making bubbles that burst
In merriment to the drops,
Childhood dawned
In the mind, when I made
Small paper boats
In the flowing water
Akin to the ship in seas,
The rain came down
In beautful shower as if
Sent down from the heavens,
Pure water droplets,
To cool the polluted earth,
Wash away all the wastes
Sins of our making,
Cars, scooters, splashing
The water sheets,
In a beautiful rythm,
To drench the passersby
Who went by under colourful
Umbrellas, like in a parade,
Raining, raining here,
Is oft the most beautiful sight.
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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Pardon Me
Pardon me while i burst
Pardon me while i burst
A decade ago, i never thought i would be.
A twenty three on the verge of spontaneous combustion woe is me
But i guess that it comes with the territory.
An ominous landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear. i need you to see.
That i have had all i can take
And exploding seems like a definite possibility
To me
So pardon me while i burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and its people's mindless games
So pardon me while i burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. i'll never be the same.
Not, two days ago i was having a look in a book
And i saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees
I said i can relate
Cause lately i've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from.
The burdens of the planet earth, like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-d...
And thinking so much differently.
Pardon me while i burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and it's people's mindless games
Pardon me while i burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. i'll never be the same.
Never be the same...yeah.
Pardon me while i burst into flames.
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.
So pardon me while i burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and it's people's mindless games
So pardon me while i burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. i'll never be the same.
Pardon me, never be the same. yeah
song performed by by Incubus
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Skilled At Introducing Agitation
I don't mean to burst,
Anyone's bubble about this!
'Yeah, you do! '
But...
If something is declared to be in short suppy,
Wouldn't you be curious if that was a lie?
And to learn an abundance of a shortage,
Had actually existed?
I don't mean to burst,
Anyone's bubble about this!
It would bother me deeply,
If I was thought of as a gossip.
'Yeah, right! '
Suppose those who knew this,
Kept the news to themselves.
And only by accident this was revealed.
To be knwon by someone else.
While the price paid for shortages,
Shot through the roof.
And those who took advantage,
Deceived and hid the truth!
I don't mean to burst,
Anyone's bubble about this!
But I can not be the only one here that is curious.
'No...
You are not.
However...
You do seem to be the only one,
Who is skilled at introducing agitation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The bursting
My teenage love burst off
As I was lower in status.
My college love burst off
As I was lower in cast.
My campus love burst of
As my earning was poor.
My marital love broke off
As she grew more popular.
My extra marital love broke off
As her guilt had been strong.
My love for the concubine went off
As I was in terms of money.
My love for girls went off
As I was found far older.
Every man end his life
As sexually insatiate.
01.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life A Chemeleon
The whole life a chameleon
Changing its colour time to time
Sometimes it looks like a neon
Sometimes it dull like a crime;
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
We all are actors
act time to time
Sometimes factors
sometimes crime
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
it was a time
when we are small, Don't know;
who is small
who is tall
now we grown,
able to understand our profit or loss;
after that we will become older
very dependent, very oblivision;
sans emotion sans fellings,
it damages, sans drilling,
it is fade colour of our life;
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
poem by Prashant Hooda
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1000 Umbrellas
One thousand umbrellas
Upturned couldnt catch all the rain
That drained out of my head
When you said we were
Over and over I cried
til I floated downstream
To a town they call
Misery oh oh misery
Misery oh oh misery
And one million teacups
I bet couldnt hold all the wet
That fell out of my eyes
When you fell out with me
Now Im crawling the wallpaper
Thats looking more like a roadmap
To misery oh oh misery
How can you smile and forecast
Weathers getting better
And youll soon forget her
If you let the sunshine come through
How can you smile and forecast
Weathers getting better
If you never let a girl rain all over you
And just when I thought that my vista was golden in hue
One thousand umbrellas opened to spoil the view
One million salt seas
Recalled from school atlas
Alas would be filled to the brim
Sunny jim couldnt jump it
How can I be pleased
When Im handed the keys
To a town they call misery
Oh oh misery
So with a mop and a bucket
Ill just say forget her
And carry on sweeping up
Where Ive been weeping
The jesters will creep in
To strike down the newly crowned monarch
Of misery oh oh misery
How can you smile and forecast
Weathers getting better
And youll soon forget her
If you let the sunshine come through
How can you smile and forecast
Weathers getting better
If you never let a girl rain all over you
Just when I thought that my skies were a june july blue
One thousand umbrellas opened
Two thousand umbrellas opened
Ten thousand umbrellas opened to spoil the view
song performed by by Xtc
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Tapestry Of LIfe
I see life
Like a Tapestry
Were you weave
In and out of life
As the journey unfolds
Each thread
Inter woven in your dreams
Have vibrant colours
That burst into being
That burst into life
Then often as in life
You have the black
Grey and white
The hidden nightmares
The hidden dreams
The shadows of life
The beauty of it all
Is how each thread
Intertwines its way through life
Each colour vibrant
With each thread you sew
Even the shadows
Bring out the colours
On a tapestry of Gold
poem by Kaila George
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The Easter Flower
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;
And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.
poem by Claude McKay
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The Book of Urizen: Chapter VII
1. They named the child Orc, he grew
Fed with milk of Enitharmon
2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & pain!
A tight'ning girdle grew,
Around his bosom. In sobbings
He burst the girdle in twain,
But still another girdle
Opressd his bosom, In sobbings
Again he burst it. Again
Another girdle succeeds
The girdle was form'd by day;
By night was burst in twain.
3. These falling down on the rock
Into an iron Chain
In each other link by link lock'd
4. They took Orc to the top of a mountain.
O how Enitharmon wept!
They chain'd his young limbs to the rock
With the Chain of Jealousy
Beneath Urizens deathful shadow
5. The dead heard the voice of the child
And began to awake from sleep
All things. heard the voice of the child
And began to awake to life.
6. And Urizen craving with hunger
Stung with the odours of Nature
Explor'd his dens around
7. He form'd a line & a plummet
To divide the Abyss beneath.
He form'd a dividing rule:
8. He formed scales to weigh;
He formed massy weights;
He formed a brazen quadrant;
He formed golden compasses
And began to explore the Abyss
And he planted a garden of fruits
9. But Los encircled Enitharmon
With fires of Prophecy
From the sight of Urizen & Orc.
10. And she bore an enormous race
poem by William Blake
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Loud Music
at night the confused neighborhood
turn on the loudest music in town
they think that everyone is lonely
and that all the lonely people have
thirsty ears
longing for the loudest music
till everything burst
and they become satisfied that this world is fair
they cannot sleep
and so must you, but i keep this peace
uninfluenced by any word of the town
a peace within
that can sleep even when the town is at war
against each other
even when this world crumples like a leaf
in the hands of
a child
without a mother.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Only The Young
Another night in any town
You can hear the thunder of their cry
Ahead of their time
They wonder why
In the shadows of a golden age
A generation waits for dawn
Brave carry on
Bold and the strong
Only the young can say
Theyre free to fly away
Sharing the same desires
Burnin like wildfire
Theyre seein through the promises
And all the lies they dare to tell
Is it heaven or hell?
They know very well
(chorus twice)
Only the young can say
Only the young can say
Only the young can say
Only the young can say
Only the young can say
song performed by by Journey
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-78
Rangoon Creeper(Quisqualis indica)
A sudden sprout and you grow
Up my mind-walls so intent
Clamping my memoir to blow
To my vision a vista distant
In the childhood street mine
At the sixth porch opposite
White to pink to red blooms
Pendulous trumpets you there
Who's it? my curiosity asked
Fragrant with magical colours
Five lobed On hardy wood held
Elliptic leaves in huge bliss
Who's it? -you Rangoon creeper
Till now and always perennial
Golden and fresh in my memoir
Livening so nicely ornamental
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Ye Shall Be Changed
You harbor resentment
You know there aint too much of a thrill
You wish for contentment
But you got an emptiness that cant be filled
Youve had enough hatred
Your bones are breaking (and you) cant find nothing sacred, (but)
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
Everything youve gotten
Youve gotten by sweat, blood and muscle
From early in the morning til way past dark
All you ever do is hustle
All your loved ones have walked out the door
Youre not even sure bout your wife and kids no more, but
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
(now) the past dont control you
But the futures like a roulette wheel spinning
(and) deep down inside
You know you need a whole new beginning
Dont have to go to russia or iran
Just surrender to God and hell move you right here where you stand, and
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
You drink bitter water
And you been eating the bread of sorrow
You cant live for today
When all youre ever thinking of is tomorrow
The path youve endured has been rough
And when youve decided that youve had enough, then
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Dreamy River
There's a dreamy river flowing
Down the street from my house
I walk down there after work
But I paddle my way home
There's a dreamy river flowing
On every street corner in the world
And if that young moon is in the sky
She'll wink at you and let you pass by
There's a dreamy river flowing
From my refrigerator into my mouth
It only costs a few dollars
To keep those shelves stocked
There's a dreamy river flowing
From my mouth into my gut
There's a dreamy river flowing
From my wank into the street
There's a dreamy river flowing
In my mind as I lay to sleep
There's a dreamy river flowing
From a town I've never been to
Across this great country
And also from overseas
Sometimes from people's kitchens
Transversing time and space
I float down this river
Every night and day
There's a dreamy river flowing
From the hops and the malts and sugar
I call it my brother, I call it my wife
I call it my true friend
Let me float upon you dreamy river
And drown all these sorrows
That call to me from pasts I've severed
poem by Spencer Breau
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Black African
African I'm
screaming for my colour
shining like gold
but diamond
when the sun arrived
God begged me
just for the black colour
to create a sacred night
beautiful but a man
black and shine
explorers called me spirit
thus all i wear
goes with me
ever around the bank
the coast smile
for my beauty
thus amendment of Africa
as smiling coast of Africa
ever evening arrived
my colour to dim
My colour unopposed
that broke the sun
to bring night
Blacks the champions.
poem by alfusainey Sonko
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Interment
Funeral.
A young man died in his sleep he was 49 years old, with my aged eyes
he was boy too young to die. I don't know the medical reason for his
early demise, think it has to do with burst blood vessel in the brain.
I went to his funeral last Sunday it was a sunny noon and thought at
least heavens could have cried. I didn't know him, but had hoped to
meet his sister, whom I adore, telling how sorry I was for her loss; but
the whole family was there in common grief, I wouldn't intrude in their
unhappiness. I spoke to a friend of hers and asked her to extend my
concern, I wanted her to know that I had been there to show respect
and that I cared. But could not escape the gnaw of guilt in my heart,
hadn't it been for her I might not have attended.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Metal Age
Icy water on my hands
The roar of thunder everywhere
I close my eyes, I realize
Im far away from home
In the twilight zone, the shadows mourn
Out of the night came the shining ...
The metal age
Ivory towers conceal my eyes
Caught up in a long lost time
Where no one speaks, at liberty,
They guard their destiny
To forge the steel, they will reveal
Out of the night came the shining ...
The metal age
Im falling into the breach
Im a stranger in this land, Im falling
Standing strong, the brave and the elder
With scars seldom forgotten, above it all
Come with us, offering shelter
From the icy wind that shiver
Come with us to the twilight zone, oh yeah
Youre welcome to the metal age
Hear the bell begin to chime
The moonlit skies burst out in flames
The time has come, it must be done,
Let the power be unchained
By the force within, let the war begin
Out of the night came the shining ...
The metal age
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Earth! my Likeness!
EARTH! my likeness!
Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there,
I now suspect that is not all;
I now suspect there is something fierce in you, eligible to burst
forth;
For an athlete is enamour'd of me--and I of him;
But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me, eligible
to burst forth,
I dare not tell it in words--not even in these songs.
poem by Walt Whitman
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