Devis Causative
A rural providence even
They descend to arouse..
Sans incantations
Urban celestials from above
On din-dinning festivities
Villupattu, Karagam, Koothu, Melam sonorous
Smeared of a speared sight holistic yellow, red
The trident, behold! godly and fierce
Awaiting holy goat for holy feasting..
Bestowment to ward off evils, enemies
Peichi Amman, Pidari Amman fearfully watchful
Befriending Maasani amman ridding from ghosts
Neeli, Kaari, Kanni, Pachai pure and chaste
Victimizing betrayal vengeful
Esakki Amman, Sandhaanamari Amman motherly
Blissful blessing with babes
Guarding Theepaachi Amman from misery fiery
Protecting Kaali from cholera, Maari from measles
Kannamman, KolavizhiAmman gracing pristine vision
Mooki causal nasal mightily solacing
Protecting Puttalathi, Mutharamman the children
Special Amman Araikaasu specially for memory
Ulavamman, PerachiAmman ruling rural cosmos
Heaven, hell vanishing in 'urrrrrm'-ing Urumi
Ellaiamman enamouring border-Vigil
Ankaalathamman all in dwell in tranquil bleat
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Amman My Unrequited Love
Why Amman? ?
You compel me to have contradictory
Feelings for you why,
Why my Amman,
Why do I love you
And fear you
In the same time?
Why do I long to see
You and once I reach
Your semi green valleys and mountains,
I feel so confused? !
Why my dear city
You insist to kill my soul?
Is it because the memories
Of my happy and adventurous
Youth is buried in your soil,
Or because my last love
Has become part of your dust?
You were once our meeting point
But you refused to open your arms
Or heart
For us and we were lost in the Wilderness.
Why Amman you look
Like a prison of walls
To me now?
While once you were my gate
To happiness and freedom,
Why materialistic ways of living
Is killing your people who once
Looked so intellectual and liberal
Why is it killing them
As jealousy killed my best friends
Who were living on your land
Who changed just like you
with the passage of time;
With the years
Of absence? !
Where are your green sceneries,
Where have they disappeared,
Why could the hand of time
Change you to a sterile land,
Why my first beloved city
After my homeland,
Why my wonderful home
You put an end
To all of my dreams and hopes
Of whatever is beautiful
Of whatever charmed
My heart and MIND? ? ? ? ! ! !
poem by Nadia Abduljabbar
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Kaumaram-6
Pazhamudircholai-Sixth of six special
abodes of Lord Muruga
Secrecy is Thine rejoicement
In dense wooded secret tranquil green
Thine spear in valourous placidity aghast
While Thee in clever design aloof
Consorted left and right tranced in NoopuraGanga
Settled sentinels..uncle Perumaal and amman Rakkayi
Wish Thine be albeit undisturbed
Thou herd in eventful memoir to disturb
Avvaiyar whereat bestowed with Jumblem fruits
O'Muruga ripened wisdom how Thee blessed
Wonder, how Solaimalai in lofty verses fertile
Booming now 'Vel Vel Vetri Vel'..privacy Thine shattered
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Devi Bhagavathi-Chottanikara
Times and times
In the dense thickets of human psyche
Thee weed out the skunky deportment
And Thou art dual in one Devi
The holy exorcist, the holy bestower
Kaali and Durga in Thou split persona
There and then
In supreme elixir of benediction
Thou art tri-faceted too
Preaching Saraswathi, protecting Lakshmi
Blissful Durgamma
There and then
Manifested Thyself of laterite Bhagavathi
Four armed wielding discus and conch
Blessing with plentiful boons in Melkavu
All facets into one of Rajarajeshwari
To awaken decoit Kannappan
Cow-guised Thine play to remain
Lakshmi and Narayana idolised
There and then
All causal by sage Bilvamangala
BadraKali, Thou be then fierce
In Kizhkavu fed of evil's blood
On shrieks and hoots exorcised
Driven nailed the spirits into a jack tree
There and then
Thine sister Mookambika jaunts
On routine to spectate
The jamboree of Thine children
'Amme Narayana, Lakshmi Narayana, Badre Narayana'
Such is Thine muchness..hail to Thee Bhagavathi
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A Flower To Auroville Mother 29
Nagalinga Poo(Cannon Ball Tree, Couroupita guianensis)
Rare you look with protecting serpent multi-tongued
With your leaves serrate in secret guarding
With your fruits in unkempt dangling steadied
With your bold bole outspread in eyeful watching...
All for what oh, perianth pink and red and yellow
Ah, that secret of a cosmic whorl around an axis
In your salving heart so moist centered to glow
Yes, yes Nagalinga, Shiva..Truth of vast cosmos..
And no wonder you're the flower for the Lord
Scented from the providence special and ritual
Soft and soothing lofty for heart and mind
And all surrender, no wonder to you so habitual
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Members of the Academy are mostly urban people. We are an urban nation. We are not a rural nation. It's not easy even to get a rural story made.
quote by Larry McMurtry
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The Power Of Abdullah King
In Ma'an, a bleak desert town which is situated
In the southern part of the beautiful Jordan,
The plague of poverty and the high unemployment
Is remotely felt from the wonderful capital, Amman.
Ma'an has discontent swirls in some living room conversations
Which are especially expressed on its main street,
Because its people have sparked some protests and demands
For new reforms to determine the political power to defeat.
The protestants want to limit the power of Abdullah King
Who wields in this country the supreme authority.
The oppositionists of demonstration want to have everything
So they gathered for this monarch some pledges of their loyalty.
This monarch has counted on the support of the Bedouins
Who had formed in the past his regime backbone.
But the protester's rancor is rife being fueled over mountains
By the unrest across the Arabs and this is very well known.
In Ma'an, the anti-government riots have been erupted
Since a while, now their style to talk is very different.
'Cause the government and the royal court are corrupted
And the authorities are still extremely indifferent.
A sheikh said that the king holds all the authority
In his own hand even this authority must be limited.
He has broad executive powers and political immunity
Because the denunciation of the monarch is banned.
Jordan people wanted a new constitutional monarchy
Which could be extremely similar to the British one,
But this would affect the political balance leading to anarchy
Marouf al-Bakhit talked about this balance, and it wasn't fun
At all because the constitutional amendments granting
The monarch's additional powers still need to exist.
And the idea which has been promoted very vehemently
By the opposition leaders had finally to be dismissed.
There were some impressionable changes that would produce
A cabinet drawn from their political parliamentary majority
But a bunch of thieves who was looking out for own business
Interests had surrounded the life of Abdullah's royal family.
So, no change can produce a cabinet drawn from the king's
Appointment of the prime minister, an important person said,
While a bunch of thieves doesn't care about the interests of
The most poor citizen, who really need to eat their bread.
A queen, who is a very important ambassador
For Jordan country abroad, is merely accused
Of interfering in some official appointments
Even for this interferer she has no excuse.
This queen, who is mediating the Arab relations
As ambassador for Jordan abroad, is merely accused
Also of receiving foreign funding for some foundations
Which ran out without public oversight and without excuse.
An extremely strong bond although still remains
Between the local tribes and the ruling Hashemit family.
A strife between the Palestinians and Jordanians
Which can take place soon will destroy their solidarity.
The removal of Hashemit family can lead
To a power struggle making the people to groan.
A civil strife can destroy the solidarity between
The tribes, if the monarchy is overthrown.
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People don't understand rural America. Sixteen percent of our population is rural, but 40 percent of our military is rural. I don't believe that's because of a lack of opportunity in rural America. I believe that's because if you grow up in rural America, you know you can't just keep taking from the land. You've got to give something back.
quote by Tom Vilsack
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Here I Come-4
Holy holy is He
So merciful
Lion and King
Wonderful Counselor
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
Most High God
Holy holy
Prince of Peace
Mighty Redeemer
King of Kings
Most High God
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
Take my sins
As far as the east
Is from the west
Purge me
With your precious blood
Shelter me
From the storms
Cover me
With your glory
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
You are so holy
You went to the cross
For me
So holy
You bled for me
So holy
You paid a price
I could not pay
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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You Made Us
Their motors will purr into the night; what an infernal atrocity
To the beds the children stay in a state of brumal sleep
Deceived by reality’s hold; they rest into the break of day
Into the break of day their motors will purr
Upon the urban and rural they pour, devouring hopeful thoughts
Their movements shuffle to the pace, of the faintest of the hearts ticking
Steady they stop for the readying engagement; a droning mist seems to rest
A droning mist seems to rest upon the urban and rural
Hushingly so the children stretch, ready for a life of unintended living
Scarlet eyes bore into their heads, signaling the sign for extermination
Descend they do into the doors with weapons to the children’s heads
With weapons to their heads the children stretch their arms
Synchronized are their screams, synchronized the weapons fire
So their motors will purr into the night, what an infernal atrocity
To the beds the children stay in a state of brumal sleep
So that droning mist will forever rest; upon those children’s pillows
poem by Brooklyn Joy
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Urban Time vs. Rural Time
3 am:
Urban time: Alarm clocks, hoots and toots
Rural time: Cocks crow, cows moo and weavers beaker
4 am:
Urban time: Whoever snoozed the alarm? Dress up… very scarcely
Rural time: Dust the mat; grab yesterday’s very hard ugali and into overall
5 am:
Urban time: Marikiti and Gikomba beat traffic – rush hour
Rural time: Milking and feeding; early bird catches the worm
6 am:
Urban time: Office not open, tarts hover at Koinange zonked with sleep
Rural time: Coffee farm supervisor calls out names – mine missing
7 am:
Urban time: Offspring sings national anthem in academy playfully
Rural time: Sibling barefoot sings “Yesu anipenda” without blasphemy
8 am:
Urban time: Yaaaawn! Hate work before it even begins – so monotonous
Rural time: Tea baskets at back, yard stick in hand, water jar on head
9 am:
Urban time: What took company tea so long? Was tea boy fired or what?
Rural time: Sing Mary oh, sing Mary oh… Market women return with empty baskets
10 am:
Urban time: Finally the tea is here… (Chit chat) I love this job!
Rural time: The sun’s scorching – take a breath beneath shade
11 am:
Urban time: Silence and whispered gossip, functional smiles and fake hugs
Rural time: Shout greeting from ridge to ridge and insults from bush to bush
12 pm:
Urban time: Yaaaaaawn! Bad date - fear the approach of the next hour
Rural time: Any one with a watch? The sun has hid beneath the cloud
1 pm:
Urban time: Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures – am dieting…
Rural time: Carry produce to factory, take a nap in the wilderness, and water the livestock
2 pm:
Urban time: Oh how I hate this! Parliament session on, but ethics dictate TV without volume
Rural time: Women plot today’s chama as men discuss the local barmaid’s “possessions”
3 pm:
Urban time: Who tampered with the office clock? I can see some hawkers outside…
Rural time: Tamper with the scale to increase my produce’s sale
4 pm:
Urban time: Bus fare hikes and traffic builds up as conductors (mis) control the traffic
Rural time: Women fetch firewood on their way home, men stop by the shops
5 pm:
Urban time: Happy to overlap, wishing those overlapping matatus meet Officer Kipng’etich
Rural time: Feet and hooves erode dust like matching Zulu soldiers
6 pm:
Urban time: Men (if home) for remote, women for the house girl’s neck and children for homework
Rural time: Put up fires to boil arrow roots and some bitter herbs or leaves before chama
7 pm:
Urban time: News, views and reviews on your channel your choice rated best by synnovate
Rural time: Men around community radio discussing politics and new constitution
8 pm:
Urban time: Cuando seas mia as thugs from Huruma and Kayole crop into city centers
Rural time: Men grasp illicit liquor around Papa Shirandula; women busy the hell out of the kitchen
9 pm:
Urban time: Yaaaaawn! Prime time news… the same ones at 7 pm, but sound different
Rural time: School children are through with chores, homework starts with or without pencil
10 pm:
Urban time: Save for the clubs and pubs, clandestine, hypocritical sweeties and darlings, all is quiet
Rural time: Dad is back; supper’s too sweet so he batters mum that children scream
11 pm:
Urban time: Some mild mugging, police harassment and handbag snatching
Rural time: Mum, dad and all reconcile – family smiles again
12 am:
Urban time: Police cars patrol everywhere – at this hour, Pope on the road is any crook
Rural time: Save for the sparrow, whose nest was destroyed by the boys, everything sleeps
1 am:
Urban time: Late night drunkards bang the flat’s gate recklessly
Rural time: Sleep walkers, witches and watchmen watch over the village
2 am:
Urban time: One more fart in the blankets and you wake up the alarm - rerun
Rural time: Beds creek as husbands force wives to go glory hallelujah - rerun
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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All Innocent Souls Saved
There are many countless
who will not now act
to defend youth innocence
to protect innocent souls
in a religion their acclaimed faith
a temple a church a mosque
preferring choosing
to holy reputation protect
instead of protecting lives
protecting innocent souls
while our creator watches
all names in the Book of Life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We must recognize that as the dominant power in the world we have a special responsibility. In addition to protecting our national interests, we must take the leadership in protecting the common interests of humanity.
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Perumaal 37-42
37 Where from Kanchi descended Thee
Thou abode where Thine shrine bell shaped
As VaradaRaja where Shiva visioned Thee
Thirumagal where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirumanikoodam
That in pasurans praises Thee Thirumangai
Hey GajendraVarada, VaradaRaja, vision, I surrender
38 Blessed Swethan where Thee with immortality
'Annaa' to Thiruvenkatam where Thirumangai greets
Kumudavalli where consorted with Thirumangai
Where with Alarmelmangai Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvellakulam
That stands causal for its pristine tank
Hey Annan Perumaal, vision, I surrender
39 Varuna relieved where of a curse
Blessed Thee Arjuna where for water
Thirumangai heightens where Thee as Thaamaraial Kelvan
ThaamaraiNayaki where with Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of ThiruPaarthanpalli
That holds in from warfield Thine Paarthasarathy
Hey LakshmiRanga, vision I surrender
40 Where on Brahma's plea Thee judged
Siva-Paarvathi dance at Thine Chitrakootam
Boarded where then Thee at Thillaivanam
Where with PundareekavalliThee favouring
To Thou abode that of Chidambaram
That demon-daughters chilli, Thilli where keep vigil
Hey GovindaRaja, vision, I surrender
41 Indran where Thee blessed with vajrayudha
Adisesha seismic where for Thee dredged up water
Garuda where for Thee brought in river Vaikunta-Viraja
Bhargavi where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvahindrapuram
That at Aushadagiri bears Thine Hayagreeva
Hey DeivaNayaka, vision, I surrender
42 Yugas earlier where Thine Gopal dwelt
Vaamana, Thrivikrama where Thee blessed Mahabali
Vaamana, Thrivikrama where Thee blessed Mrikandu Muni
Where with PushpavalliThee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thirukkovaloor
That extole Thine Vaamana, Thrivikrama, Mudal Alwars
Hey Thrivikrama, vision, I surrender
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Flushed With a Gush!
Protecting one's domain,
Is a natural human instinct.
To have some say...
Which way this should be done.
And how to do it,
In a way that pleases everyone,
Is a theory created by fools!
Especially those who invade when they come.
Protecting one's domain,
Can become vicious.
Can become wicked...
Strange and insane!
But there are those,
Who continue to impose...
A point of view
That will pull the guts of humanity,
Sucking away in a twirling whirlpool...
Flushed with a gush!
Down with the stench of cussing fuss...
Thrusted through an awaiting drain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silent Night (feat. Cormac Breatnach & Martin Dunlea)
Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight.
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia,
Christ the Savior is born!
Christ the Savior is born.
Silent night, holy night!
Silent night, holy night!
Son of God love's pure light.
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.
Silent night, holy night!
Silent night, holy night!
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Perumaal 97-102
97 Guiding Brahma where indicated of a falling wheel
Austere rishis where chose to do chatra yajna
Thee where from the holy fire rose to bless
Sriharilakshmi where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Naimisaranyam
That Vyasa, Sukabrahma where scripted Bharatam, Bhagavatam
Hey Devaraja, vision, I surrender
98 In concealment Thine divine play
Amid the serene clouded hills
Thine sylvan where befriending lake Manasarover
Where with Parimalavalli Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thirupirithi
That his first pasuram where Thirumangai debuted
Hey Paramapurusha, vision, I surrender
99 Indran where at Ganga-bank keeping a watch
Thine deluge-abode where immortal Banyan awaiting
His adoration ever Thee wherefor Brahma penanced
Pundarikavalli where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thirukandam(Kadinagar)
That praises Thee in pasuram Perialvar
HeyNeelamega Perumaal, vision, I surrender
100 Self manifested where under Badri tree
Thine Salagrama(ammonite) -persona where decreed
'Om Namo Narayanaya'where as a salving preacher
Where with Aravindavalli Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thiruvadari ashram(Badrinath)
That Narada where by Ashtakshara was blessed
Hey Badrinarayana, vision, I surrender
101So much yearning, where river Kantaki penanced
Thence to bear blessed Salagrama divine enormous
Droning in the core each where Thee as Vajrakreetam
Sridevi where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirusalagramam(Salagrava)
That Perialvar's Krishna, Thirumangai's Rama embodying Thee
Hey Srimoorthy, vision, I surrender
102Mighty Thee where at Mathura born as Krishna
Then to prank and play where at Brindavan
Heaved Govardana, Thine plight where sheltered Thine herd
Where with Satyabhama Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvatamathurai(Mathura)
That splendid Yamuna ever where in awe of Thee
Hey Balakrishna, vision, I surrender
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Perumaal 43-48
43 Brahmma where did yajna spouseless
Aloof Athivaradan where in tank-deep
Lizards Heman, Suklan whereat curse-relieved
Perundevi where with Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thirukkachi, Athigiri
That praises Thou answering to Ramanuja
Hey Athigiri Varada, vision, I surrender
44 Annoyed Saraswathi where obviated Brahma's yajna
Sent where Kaali with demons to disrupt
And Thee fought against where to win eight-armed
Where with PadmasiniThee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thiruattabuyakkaram
That speaks of Mahachanda rishi, Gajendran salvaged
Hey Gajendravarada, vision, I surrender
45 Annoyed Saraswathi where obviated Brahma's yajna
Sent fiery Mayanalan where to engulf, benight yajna fire
A lamp in palm where Thee then held him enlightening yajna
Maragathavalli where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thiruthanka
That sings Thee there born Vedanta Desikar
Hey Deepa Prakaasa, vision, I surrender
46 Thee whilst tearing apart Hiranya
Persona Thine another whilst chasing to kill other demons
An abode serene where found for Thyself Thee
Where with Velukkaivalli Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvelukkai
That praise Thee Peiazhwar, Thirumangai
Hey Aal Ari, Azhagiya Singa, vision I surrender
47 Thee where as elemental aqua symbolizing
Like in deluge where a chit on Banyan leaf
Where for Akroorar appeared so blessing
Nilamangaivalli where with Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thiruneeragam
That accolades 'Thee Neeragathai'Thirumangai
Hey Jagathishvara, vision, I surrender
48 Janamejayan where did Asvameda yajna
Wished for erstwhile presence Thine challenging Duryodana
Blessed Thee Janamejayan where in Thou vishvarupa
Where with Rukmani, Sathyabhama Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of ThiruPaadakam
That places wide and high Thee in paasurams
Hey Paandava Thooda, vision I surrender
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Message For The Day
Don't permit your misery or defeats to depress you.
Rather let them be steps by which you descend the
deep mine where we find the precious gem of holy humility.
- St. Paola Frassinetti
may our loneliness make
us more humble and holy
may we make depression
a fact of life, an offering to
God.
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Silent Night (feat. The Grisgby Twins)
Silent night,holy night
All is calm, all is bright
'Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and loved
Sleep in havanly peace
Sleep in hevanly peace.
Silent night, holy night
Sheapards quake at the sight
Glories stream from Heaven afar
Hevanly ghosts sing Alleluia
Christ the savor is born
Christ the savor is born.
Silent night, holy night
Son of God, loves pure light
Radint beams from thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jeasus, Lord at thy birth
Jeasus, Lord at thy birth.
Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
'Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and loved
Sleep in havanly peace
Sleep in hevanly peace...
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Silent Night
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight.
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia,
Christ the Savior is born!
Christ the Savior is born.
Silent night, holy night!
Silent night, holy night!
Son of God love's pure light.
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.
Silent night, holy night!
Silent night, holy night!
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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