Tribals
Tribal are original
Deprived not basic right.
Tribals make us bright
Give them sprite.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Maoists
Tribals are innocent
And natures sons
Do not arrest them
Terming Maoists.
Stop combing operations
In the area of the tribals.
Supply each and
Everybody the basic needs of life
You are their representatives
And took oath to serve.
Do not terrorised
Talk with them
Their problems
Solve them
On humanitarian grounds.
Have mercy
Wait for peace.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Very conscious of the fact that an effort was being made to destroy my mind, because I was deprived of books, deprived of any means of writing, deprived of human companionship. You never know how much you need it until you're deprived of it.
quote by Wole Soyinka
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Tribal Dance
Key:-a - anita r - ray
R: come on. check it out, yall
A: come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
R: check it out! the tribal dance!
(say that again? )
R: feel the force, this is your chance
To get control and do the tribal dance
People started dancing a long time ago
The bass was fast, but then again it was slow
Soul, house, hip-hop and blues
It doesnt really matter which music you choose
Start up a dance this is your chance
To come with me and do the tribal dance!
A: youve got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
the tribal dance!
R: it started with a tribe who discovered the vibe
Who moved to the rhythm just the way they liked
You hear the treble, you hear the bass
The r-a-y, yeah is on the case
Feel the fire, feel the flame
Do your thing now, dont be ashamed
I have to go now no offense
Ive hooked you up into the tribal dance!
A: get it into it!
Get into it!
Get into the trance!
A:youve got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
the tribal dance!
A: youve got to do the tribal dance!
R: check it out! cmon! take your chance!
Check it out! cmon! take your chance!
Check it out! cmon! take your chance!
A: tribal dance!
R: tribal dance, tribal dance!
A: yeah! oh!
R: tribal dance! tribal dance!
A:youve got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
the tribal dance!
A:youve got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
the tribal dance!
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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The Mountain Sprite
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone,
A youth, whose moments had calmly flown,
'Till spells came o'er him, and, day and night,
He was haunted and watch'd by a Mountain Sprite.
As once, by moonlight, he wander'd o'er
The golden sands of that Island shore,
A foot-print sparkled before his sight --
'Twas the fairy foot of the Mountain Sprite!
Beside a fountain, one sunny day,
As bending over the stream he lay,
There peep'd down o'er him two eyes of light,
And he saw in that mirror the Mountain Sprite.
He turn'd, but, lo, like a startled bird,
That spirit fled! -- and the youth but heard
Sweet music, such as marks the flight
Of some bird of song, from the Mountain Sprite.
One night, still haunted by that bright look,
The boy, bewilder'd, his pencil took.
And, guided only by memory's light,
Drew the once-seen form of the Mountain Sprite.
"Oh thou, who lovest the shadow," cried
A voice, low whispering by his side,
"Now turn and see," -- here the youth's delight
Seal'd the rosy lips of the Mountain Sprite.
"Of all the Spirits of land and sea,"
Then rapt he murmur'd, "there's none like thee,
And oft, oh oft, may thy foot thus light
In this lonely bower, sweet Mountain Sprite!"
poem by Thomas Moore
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Selfishness And The Human Nature
i write because i feel sympathy for someone
like me, and then
another reason comes which is hard to accept anyway
but just the same i must accept bluntly
that
i write because i also have this sympathy for myself
deprived of the most basic need
of another's person's
genuine affection, because you know very well
how selfish others can be
attending only to what pleases them
and not what pleases
others, it is human nature, we all know it, we accept it,
to get more and give less
to take the pleasures of lust in the guise of love
to leave and not stay
to eat and drink and make love and sleep
forgetting that in any moment
one too is
destined to die
poem by Sebastian Soberania
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The basic needs
If you don’t have one
Wonder if you come
When you don’t come home,
It is a basic need.
If you don’t have one
Listen to the feelings
You want to share with,
It is a basic need.
If you don’t have one
Attend you away
In case you fall sick,
It is a basic need.
Food, clothes, shelter
Alone aren’t the basic needs.
22.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tribal
Chorus:
Tribal warriors!
Where do you stand in this battle cry tribal soldier?
Represent I and I jah jah warriors!
Repeat 4x
The reconstruction commences.
The soldiers equip for the lessons.
My life, a sacrifice is made new through these confessions.
Manifested, this joy is my desire.
Light this fire to flames.
Praise the name jehovah jireh.
Is my provider the truth that lives inside this fighter?
Take me higher, master, sire makes me a good rider.
Im gonna ride on down til I break through the front lines,
And aint going home until I gets mines.
Chorus:
Tribal warriors!
Where do you stand in this battle cry tribal soldier?
Represent I and I jah jah warriors!
Repeat 4x
I grab ahold of my second chance.
This time Im gonna make it last.
Left the world, came back an outcast.
To lay among the remains,
Through the trials and the pains.
Run for cover, make shelter, uncharted terrains.
Bloodstains light the paths to the ways of living breath.
My soul is put to the test.
Blessed with a mic in my hand.
Jah make straight my steps.
Then I hooked up with payable on death.
We flow in unity.
Stand in one while the foolish be,
Lost in this hour.
With power we have authority,
To overcome while these cowards just pick up and run.
Well we aint done til this battle has been fought and won.
This vitory, how sweet it be, is already ours.
Holding the stars, is the man that carries my scars.
Always the same, wear his name with no shame.
Here in this battle cry, we will never die.
We will never die tribal warriors
We will never die
We will never die tribal warriors
We will never die
We will never die
We will never die
I want to know!
Chorus:
Where do you stand in this battle cry tribal soldier?
Represent I and I jah jah warriors!
Repeat 4x
song performed by by P.O.D.
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The School at Kathirimalai (Erode District in Tamil Nadu)
The kids of the tribes in Kathirihills
had trekked 28 Kms through dense forests
for catching a bus to the Collectorate
and appealing to have teachers to their school.
If the men and women who served as ministers
and officers of the Erode District
couldn't have felt sorry after reading
this news from 'The Times of India',
they are not worthy to be 'a human being'.
The winding roads with hairpin bends
in the Eastern and the Western Ghats
were laid when the English enslaved India.
Once the Britishers left, our robbers took the reins
and found national and regional parties,
religious, secular and castiest outfits
to feel the pulse of the administration
and push their men into positions to loot.
The golden rule of building dams in Tamil Nadu
and starting schools in far-flung hills,
laying roads to interior hamlets
and feeding the learning children with meals
and touching not the sweaty notes of the farmers
for giving jobs to their skilled boys and girls
ended with the saga of the freedom fighters.
When the tribals are devoid of basic facilities,
the politicians live in palatial bungalows.
They shift their abodes and wives as the clime varies.
If they live in simple houses and set their foot
in stinking lanes, they could have felt for the tribes.
Seventy children have no teachers in that school!
But you see two, three teachers in schools around cities
where the strength of the students be in single digits,
singing paeans to officers and the bigwigs
and enjoying all the allowances for the cities.
Lay a road to Kathirimalai and ply the buses.
All the facilities they will have including the nets.
The leader of the tribals, 'Ramasamy'
who led the children to the Collector's office
is the real leader, the Tamils need at present
and not the bogus ones with make-up, who cheat and rob.
Let the officers be freed to roam in all the places
where the people groan for basic things
and do their best service to the poor.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The poor and the affluent are not communicating because they do not have the same words. When we talk of the millions who are culturally deprived, we refer not to those who do not have access to good libraries and bookstores, or to museums and centers for the performing arts, but those deprived of the words with which everything else is built, the words that opens doors. Children without words are licked before they start. The legion of the young wordless in urban and rural slums, eight to ten years old, do not know the meaning of hundreds of words which most middle-class people assume to be familiar to much younger children. Most of them have never seen their parents read a book or a magazine, or heard words used in other than rudimentary ways related to physical needs and functions. Thus is cultural fallout caused, the vicious circle of ignorance and poverty reinforced and perpetuated. Children deprived of words become school dropouts; dropouts deprived of hope behave delinquently. Amateur censors blame delinquency on reading immoral books and magazines, when in fact, the inability to read anything is the basic trouble.
quote by Peter S. Jennison
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Neglect apathy
Neglect apathy
Causes downfall.
Abject penury
Deprived basic
Amenities
Causes downfall.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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This is really high on the priority list of tribal concerns. This is a cash cow in many circumstances, and tribes are concerned about protection of tribal assets.
quote by Jack Abramoff
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In Harvest of Stars, there is this notion, not original with me of course, that it will become possible to download at least the basic aspects of a human personality into a machine program.
quote by Poul Anderson
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Wild Turkeys on the Road Near Home
Tribal elders in their feathered garb
pow-wow in the middle of the road.
Bright red wattles shake
from bright blue faces
(reminding me of
rabid football fans) .
Smiling drivers stop,
though with a slight discomfort
to see something so ancient
that Johnny-come-lately, reason,
makes no sense of it at all.
Though I'm Not As Bright
You give me hard tasks to do miss
You make me stand on one leg
I wish I could know all the things
But how do I know, I beg?
You ask me a thousand questions
I must answer them right
I wish my little brain knew everything
But not everybody can be as bright!
You ask me to do the hardest sums
I must get the steps all right
You think I am one of those bums
But not everybody can be as bright!
You write in my diary I'm doing bad
You make me show it to dad
Though you know I'm not as bright
You cause me my bitterest plight!
You think my excuses utterly lame
Finding fault with whatever I say
But though I'm not as bright as them
I'll surely grow up one day!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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My first figure was a SLAYER eagle. And the dragons and the tribals are all I have got.
quote by Kerry King
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All they expected me to do was rip and read the wire 'leads,' without doing any original reporting. It was pretty basic, but gave me a taste of how to combine my love of politics and broadcasting.
quote by Andrea Mitchell
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Poem about Poetry - Originality
son asks what
it means to be original
and i say it is when you learn
to be different in an artistic way
piercing ears to wear rings
binding your feet for beauty
putting paint onto paper
to get people think you're insane
but to respect you
two hundred years from now
eyeing your masterpieces
ridiculing their parents
for not having a piece of you
that bright talent of you
that you crawl all over to exhibit
gripping whether you are original
or just plane insane
and always throwing that question
what it means to be original, unique
digging words and graves
for an answer
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Gen Recurring Cycles
Recurring cycles of rural India repeat themselves
In the insistent rhythms of tribal dance
And the undulating cadences of tribal song;
In the fractured society of the West
Man's self-obsession is typified
By the alone dancing of the Twist, the Frog
And later versions of the same.
poem by Mill Field
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King Of Kings
I give thee now this regal crown.
To see you here I'm truly proud.
You rule the world around.
With dignity and class that's so profound.
You show us all the righteous way.
The proper paths to take each day.
So we'll always be bright and gay.
The king of kings.
His greatness brings the joy and answers we all need.
We celebrate his life.
For everything he strived.
Giving us that which was deprived.
Eternal life and such humble pride.
I give thee now my blinded soul.
Please share with me the things you hold
poem by Michael McParland
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To tell something original.
She says, you are not original in what you are telling me
Any janitor in your office can always say that seeing that
It is different. I am original in this. I am feeling something.
I am original in this feeling and you do not feel it that way I see these things.
I am leaving you. It is the first time I am feeling this. It is this first time
That I am telling you. I am original. I have long searched what words to use
To tell something original.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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