Here I am- full moon poem
You are your own light
You are your own sun
You are a fullmoon poem
You are fresh air
You are pure earth
Light water and sky
All chanting
Chanting and chanting
A new life singing
Here I am
Do not forget to see me.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Imploring To Be Resigned At Death
Let me die and not tremble at death,
But smile at the close of my day,
And then, at the flight of my breath,
Like a bird of the morning in May,
Go chanting away.
Let me die without fear of the dead,
No horrors my soul shall dismay,
And with faith's pillow under my head,
With defiance to mortal decay,
Go chanting away.
Let me die like a son of the brave,
And martial distinction display,
Nor shrink from a thought of the grave,
No, but with a smile from the clay,
Go chanting away.
Let me die glad, regardless of pain,
No pang to this world to betray;
And the spirit cut loose from its chain,
So loath in the flesh to delay,
Go chanting away.
Let me die, and my worst foe forgive,
When death veils the last vital ray;
Since I have but a moment to live,
Let me, when the last debt I pay,
Go chanting away.
poem by George Moses Horton
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Stop singing
Chanting memories
Traping self in the net
Tamebird stop singing.
Come to the forefront
Open mouth no word out
Chanting fails memories left.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Guarded Religion
five buddhists chanting mantras down the hall
a young black man in the door way
tension in the atmosphere
I long to understand
why with such fear,
the entrance is guarded
and why with great hope, I've been misled
I demand to enter
I spew anger
with relentless screaming
confusion streaming
impatiently I push my way through
only to find
on the other side
no chanting
no buddhist monks
only me in eternal darkness
disappointed, I leave
not a word to the door man
with deepest regrets
I look back
to see the chanting
and the monks
in total isolation
the stern man...looks past me
Abode Of Peace
Chanting God’s hymns proceed on right path;
Being fearless, truthful, devout derive mirth.
God assassinates the monsters;
Contents devotees’ desire.
Help the poor, destitute day and night;
Deriving God’s bliss live with delight.
God helps the poors day and night;
He is omniscient, omnipotent Almighty.
O devotees, help the poor patient;
Chanting hymns live with merriment.
God is our father;
Is our Director, Operator.
God bliss showers on the innocent devotees;
Chanting hymns women, men derive delight.
God attracts all devotees;
Is an Eternal Brook of Delight.
With his desire Earth is beautiful;
Singing devotional songs poets remain dutiful.
God helps all innocent creatures;
With profound love contents their desires.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Almighty
Chanting God’s hymns proceed on right path;
Being fearless, truthful, devout derive mirth.
God assassinates the monsters;
Contents devotees’ desire.
Help the poor, destitute day and night;
Deriving God’s bliss live with delight.
God helps the poors day and night;
He is omniscient, omnipotent Almighty.
O devotees, help the poor patient;
Chanting hymns live with merriment.
God is our father;
Is our Director, Operator.
God bliss showers on the innocent devotees;
Chanting hymns women, men derive delight.
God attracts all devotees;
Is an Eternal Brook of Delight.
With his desire Earth is beautiful;
Singing devotional songs poets remain dutiful.
God helps all innocent creatures;
With profound love contents their desires.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Murderess
She looked at me, murdered me, roared at me;
It was clear, but she was rather reluctant to repeat.
I was glad to see her after the night,
Her development gained after the dawn.
She was coming towards me as fast as a spirit,
Wailing and echoing, chanting a song of higher horror.
She was like a ghost to me, easier to see than an invisible being
Wailing and chanting with the whole place to ourselves.
I waited for her to leave and give back my life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Awaiting On You All
You dont need no love in
You dont need no bed pan
You dont need a horoscope or a microscope
The see the mess that youre in
If you open up your heart
You will know what I mean
Weve been polluted so long
Now heres a way for you to get clean
By chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
Chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
You dont need no passport
And you dont need no visas
You dont need to designate or to emigrate
Before you can see jesus
If you open up your heart
Youll see hes right there
Always was and will be
Hell relieve you of your cares
By chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
Chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
You dont need no church house
And you dont need no temple
You dont need no rosary beads or them books to read
To see that you have fallen
If you open up your heart
You will know what I mean
Weve been kept down so long
Someones thinking that were all green
And while the pope owns 51% of general motors
And the stock exchange is the only thing hes qualified to quote us
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
By chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
song performed by by George Harrison
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Can You Turn?
Can you turn from the sword
that invites-please
'Hang upon me? '
Or shrink back from the
boasting pool that whispers
'Jump'
But I am afraid of blood which
makes me sick
Scalding water on tender skin-
It is terrible, terrible, terrible
Faith is useless here:
I tell you this, it is no illusion
The blood is real and so is the bubbling water
Look carefully:
Behind the road you trod;
rubbed out
Do you believe me?
Look at me!
'Speaking'
But you couldn't... trees they
Were too thick.. they went by
Chanting, chanting, chanting:
It's fine It's fine It's fine
Jump in, jump in, jump in -
But I'm already - splashing, splashing, splashing
Must I beat my way to the riverbank
to prove I'm wet
Outrage danced on my lips, that
Sputtered and danced
Can You Turn?
And around the bend came the
voices fainter and fainter
'the water - the water - the water
is fine
jump in- jump in - jump in-
And no more I was free! !
I dipped my hand in the water
And the drops ran out of
my fingers - the sun lit
into my throat -
What a wonderful, wonderful day
for knowing I thought
'What a wonderful, wonderful place for swimming'
I murmured
And it was true: the water
was cream and silk
The sky was bright as disaster
Suppose they came back?
Suppose they came back!
Was the mutter that crinkled the
edges of being
But the water smoothed in
over the sunshine
'False friends' 'Deceitful loves'
Who has not known these
the world over?
Does it then blot out the sun! ? !
And dry up the river?
Can You Turn?
Jump in, my dear, my dears
my dears-
The water is fine, it's fine, it's
fine
The water- the water- the water
The whisper is treading water
with no body
and not convinced -
But I will learn
I will Learn.... I will learn
Some day I may lead the
chanters myself
Yes it's well to have marching
feet and banners
Even with this
'The water is fine, jump in, '
they cried
Its fine, its fine, its fine
jump in- jump in- jump in
'But I'm already in, ' I screamed
'can't you see, can't you see,
can't you see? '
poem by Isabelle Cooper
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Ding-a-ling, Dingdong-bell, Singalong - Loner Is A Mourner!
All alone, aside, aground, bays an empty soul nameless,
Afloat, adrift, awash, says a goose egg shameless,
In thoughts - I'm lost, tattles an barren vessel aimless.
I'm with me yet alone - rattles a hollow skull rudderless!
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling, dingdong bell, singalong - loner is a mourner.
I talk and walk, lacking hope - lying in the corner;
Alone in woe - a clumsy, discombobulated flesh
Trying to fill a flimsy and distorted mesh. Yes I do
The donkeywork at a place, yet a sojourner, lo!
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling, dingdong bell, singalong - loner is a mourner.
Alone I flew in ruefulness, I - a Ruta graveolens!
I woke up to find my soul loitering in woods dense,
A glider without target yet a hogwash and trumpery.
I'm a writer with no imagination yet a gimcrackery,
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling, dingdong bell, singalong - loner is a mourner.
I'm an apple pale with no charm, landing alone,
I'm a sullen moon in a galaxy of stars, standing alone:
To pull iron curtain - waiting alone for crack of doom,
To seal my fate - sighting alone for the doomsday.
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling, dingdong bell, singalong, loner is a mourner.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>THE END>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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Ding-a-ling! Dingdong Bell! Singalong, 'Loner is a Mourner'!
All alone, aside, aground, bays an empty soul - nameless,
Afloat, adrift, awash, says an empty ghoul - shameless!
In thoughts - I am lost, tattles an empty vessel - aimless,
I am with me yet all alone, rattles an empty skull - rudderless!
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling! Dingdong bell! Singalong, 'Loner is a Mourner'!
I talk, I walk yet I lack hope lying in the corner;
Alone in woe: I'm a clumsy, discombobulated flesh;
See! I'm trying to fill a flimsy, distorted mesh;
Lo! I do the donkeywork at a place, yet a sojourner!
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling! Dingdong bell! Singalong, 'Loner is a Mourner'!
Alone I flew in ruefulness, I, a Ruta graveolens!
I woke and find my soul loitering in woods - dense,
I'm a glider without destination yet a hogwash and trumpery!
I'm a writer with no imagination, yet a nonsense gimcrackery,
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling! Dingdong bell! Singalong, 'Loner is a Mourner'!
I am an apple pale with no charm, landing alone,
I am a sullen moon in a galaxy of stars, standing alone:
To meet a certain heavy fate - waiting alone for a judgment day,
To pull iron curtain and seal my fate - sighting alone for doomsday,
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling! Dingdong bell! Singalong, 'Loner is a Mourner'!
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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Profound peace Vavroovahana Patra
Profound peace penetrates in hearts chanting hymns gaily;
Pure devotees dance delightfully.
Purity reigns in the environment;
Peace pervades in devotees with merriment.
Poets depict God’s name in various ways;
Peasants chanting hymns derive gay.
People of all religions praying God derive peace;
Peace of mind is the Divine Bliss.
Peace lies in love, lettering God’s name repeatedly;
Poor people earning money live gaily.
Pleasure plays on the face of all creatures;
Pleasantly smiles the lovely Nature.
Positive thoughts take man to Divinity;
Paradise becomes a home with the bliss of Almighty.
Poetry endowed with god’s name is a stream of nectar;
Popular becomes the poet contenting devotees’ desire.
Pure souls meditate on supreme soul;
Purified persons’ desire is for salvation, their goal.
Patriotic love brings fraternity;
Pleasant poets depict verses with gaiety.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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On The Balcony Of The Casa Rosada 1
(peron has just won a sweeping victory in the 1946 presidential
Election. this is the first public appearance by peron and eva
Since that triumph.)
(announcer:)
People of argentina
Your newly elected president, juan peron
(crowd chanting:)
[peron peron ... ]
(peron:)
Argentinos, argentinos
We are all workers now
Fighting against our common enemies
Poverty, social injustice
Foreign domination of our industries
Reaching for our common goals
Our independence, our dignity, our pride
Let the world know that our great nation is awakening
And that its heart beats in the humble bodies
Of juan peron and his wife
The first lady of argentina, eva duarte de peron
(crowd chanting:)
[evita evita ... ]
song performed by by Madonna
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Light as flight
so many songs
from the garden
heating up the day
with the rise of sun
and the dawn of morn
do i hear a fixed
syllabled chirp
the same notes
over and over
feathery creatures
what secrets do
you hold for the world?
or are you, dear friend,
merely chanting like me
to the gods, for a
heart light as flight?
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I got that idea from being in India. I always like the chanting.
quote by Ray Davies
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Giorno dei Morti
Along the avenue of cypresses,
All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices
Of linen, go the chanting choristers,
The priests in gold and black, the villagers. . .
And all along the path to the cemetery
The round dark heads of men crowd silently,
And black-scarved faces of womenfolk, wistfully
Watch at the banner of death, and the mystery.
And at the foot of a grave a father stands
With sunken head, and forgotten, folded hands;
And at the foot of a grave a mother kneels
With pale shut face, nor either hears nor feels
The coming of the chanting choristers
Between the avenue of cypresses,
The silence of the many villagers,
The candle-flames beside the surplices.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Edge of Revenge
It was not like life.
I am worried,
they were hitting the womb.
Social support for surgery.
The hills were crying.
A ring of fog was disturbing.
The elements and spasticity.
Brain leaves a trail of acid.
They were killing the genes.
For the proud generator
over the deaf and dumb
lies the chanting crown.
Terror and the battle of garden,
edge of revenge
annihilates the light!
poem by Satish Verma
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lost in the fog ~
an old man in the street
chanting 'Ram, Ram'.
haiku by Sunil Uniyal
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Mother and Earth By Vavroovahana Patra
Earth exists with mother;
She is entire universe's operator.
Is all creatures' life;
Chanting hymns evaporate grief.
Mother shows the light's path;
In our hearts provides mirth.
Mother is everywhere;
Is the Deity of Nature.
Mother provides us duty;
Through duty provides delight.
I like mother gaily;
Pray devotionally.
I behold mother everywhere;
She is the Deity of Nature.
Pray daily;
Derive peace gaily.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Chanting was very deep for me. It was as if I remembered it. It was like a real surrender.
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Tired, I Rest
Life and death are meant to share,
embracing, holding hands.
Concern full of joy,
Falling in love
Penetrate, quick disappearing,
like a long day, in a forest rain
A nice position to rest
Like a wild animal, hunting flies, in chambers of green mirrors.
Chanting birds, falling in love with austere wings
Knocking of light doors,
Mould wood, and golden handle.
Tired, I lay down, between memories, and my head.
At the fresh air, that the window blow,
my head rest, flooded of dreams,
from sheet of wormed cheek's
relief, from the rumours of the life frames.
poem by Luca Menin
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