Festival Thai Pongal
Autumnal equinox is loud
Devas are asleep sound
Wintry inclemency is around
Reaching a solstice high abound
This and that sometimes and sometimes
Hide and seek of sun's gimmicks
A phase of rain and cold in sweeps
To sow and reap rice gold in heaps
Holy Margazhi awakes
In black and grey nips bathes
Sanguine blot in rising mirth
On the forehead of mother earth
Margazhi sings her morning melody
Thereon stringing in harmony
Thiruppavai Thiruvempavai and Bhajans
Holy Margazhi auspicious, matins propitious
Margazhi grown pregnant
Thai born resplendant
From their sleep Devas are out
Festive exultation bursts out
'Pongalo Pongal' for three days
Thanking for the rains and crops
In hands with flora and fauna lots
Indra, Varuna, Surya and else gods
' Bhogi kottu' is to ring out
'Pongal pandikai' is to anew set out
Kaanum Pongal, is ''Jalli Kattu'
Sharpened horns coining bulls are out
Bunchy turmeric, ginger, sugar cane satiable
Decoratively around the pot of Pongal
Cuisine of rice and jaggery glossy winkle
With ghee, cardamom and nuts- sprinkle
Vernal equinox is favourable
Sun is offered the Thai Pongal
A new year greately grateful
Upheld is festivel of Thai Pongal
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Pongal Tamil New Year Greetings
‘Thai Pirandhaal vazhipirakkum’
Vazhi vaghuthaal, valam peralaam
‘Pongalo Pongal’ naadheghum mulanghettum
Indiayargal ulaghenghum santhoshathudan vaazhatum
En iniya
Pongal mattrum
Tamizh Puthaandu Nalvaazhthukkal
Vanakkam
Dr John Celes 14-1-2010
poem by John Celes
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Happy Pongal,2012 (in poem)
May harvest crops of rice and sugar-cane,
Raised up by human toil and sun and rain,
In cooking-pot well blend with milk, honey,
To boil over bringing joy, health, money!
May Pongal kolams show this in great hue;
May clothes anew and festivities too;
May Maker bless humanity full view;
May Pongal show our faith in God that’s due!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-01-2012
poem by John Celes
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The Breakfast
Look, the golden plate is ready set
On the round table for breakfast.
Glitters reflecting tinges of my blood
In tune with the table of mud
With the green medow streaking to fret.
Listen, worshiping Aurora at dawwn daily
Comes to me that golden plate by priority.
The green paddy rooted in deep water
Fans soothingly with its ricy flavour.
Feel, it makes golden plate more catchy.
I cook the rice to petalsoft
Adding ghee and jaggery enough to taste.
I resolve with my prayers in bundle
To offer the made rice i.e 'pongal'
To the above deity of splendid light.
On the muddy table, over the glisten
Placed a plantain leaf, served on
The pongal.I then whisper'my sun,
Enlightened by the plate of your glisten'!
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Music Concert at the Suruli Hills!
‘ p..e..n..n..y..c..u..i..c..k',
sing the cuckoos from the trees
and the mellow music swells,
the Suruli dell and paddy fields.
The falls from the nearby knolls
chimes: 'p..e..n..n..y..c..u..i..c..k',
and dribbles over the breeze to cool
and makes it whistles the tune of
‘p..e..n..n..y..c..u..i..c..k'.
The rills through which water flows
down the hills from the Dam,
fills the dales with red soil
and tells the Tamils who till the lands
to recall their Lord Col. Pennycuick
who sold his own estates in Eng-lish land
and buil tthe strong Mullai Periyar Dam
across the western ghats
to slake the thirst of the Tamils
and their land where the minstrels are born.
The thankful ancient race
collect around the statue of their Lord,
cook sweet rice, ring out a peal of bells
and yell out, 'Pongalo Pongal'
and the name of Pennycuick.
on this day, his birth day
and their New Year Day,
the fifteenth January
and feed all with rice and sugarcane
and their bulls too which jingle
the chain of bells tied around their necks.
- 15.01.2012.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Styles Of Beggary-4
Regular absentees festively so present
Deepavali and Pongal scavenge to harvest
'Not paid, not supported sufficient'
Grinning memo haunts the government
Tipped grin salutes bright
And
Road doesn't remember the sweeping faces
Year throughout as mostly their labourless absence
And the unending hands of cadgers..
Festivels are beggary-days
For divine boons
True but untrue
As 'inam' is angry beneficence
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Fun of September!
End of summer
And beginning of winter
Is September!
Sand melting heat
And sand wetting rain
Occur in September!
Full grown fruits
And fully blossomed flowers
You see in September!
Heat in the morning
And rain in evening and night
Town gets in September!
Summer holiday ends
And all festivals begin now on
From September on!
September begins
Fast pace of the year ever
With all festivals!
They being Ganesh Chadurthi,
Navrathri, Diwali, Christmas,
New Year and Pongal are...!
Time moves fast
As no boredom ever shows
Head from September!
Fun of September
Starts Autumn, Rain and Winter
All in one....!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Happy Pongal and Tamil New Year,2010
To staff, CRRIs and students
May festival of harvest bring
Wealth, prosperity as we sing,
And cleanliness of surroundings,
For Indians and other earthlings!
May festival of harvest bring
More piety, less worldliness,
Regard for animals in farm,
And all who give us happiness.
May festival of harvest bring
More joy to homes, our kith and kin,
As colorful ‘kolams’ adorn
The houses, showing Indianness!
May festival of harvest ring
The bells of labor and of toil,
As sweetened rice begins to boil,
O’erflowing in clay-pots to soil!
Wishing all Indians globally
‘A Happy Pongal,2010! ’
And Tamilians globally,
‘A Happy Tamil New Year,2010! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-1-2010
From, Dean, IRT PMC, Perundurai
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Summer
Season is up for summer
Nascent, vernal to spring and glimmer
Out of the womb of winter
For a fest of pongal splendor
Clutching the charriot of the above fire
On Rathasapthami is lovelier, happier
Its wayward on spring's carrier
Pleasant yet of a destined barrier
Summer on Thaipoosam for a cosmic lancer
To rhythm all as a tressy dancer
And on Maasimaham abluted to surrender
Expiating sins in sacred rivers to ponder
That awaken Shiva awake whole night to squander
His blessings on Shivrathri to pour and wander
Then on high-beamed moon of a grandeur
Celestial fete on Panguni uthram in awesome wonder
Summer has thus grown now to feather
Upping along with the sun hotter
Then on birth of Rama happily to high soar
To enter into Chithirai of a Tamil New Year
At the wedding of Meenakshi and Sundareshwar
Summer dips and rips in Vaigai river
Just to be endorsed good in Chitragupta's ledger
On first moon full of the new year
Summer is ahead along the sun's ladder
To witness the birth of a celestial warrior
Lord Muruga of Vaikasi on Visakam star
Then adown its rungs for a festivel of car
At Nellai unto the feet of Lord Nellaiappar
Summer is humble to be a driver
Pulling the charriot of the divine father
Meek unto the feet of the divine mother
Summer awaiting Autum his seasoned brother
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Alankar(Decor) -67
Autumnal Sport(Equinox) -Kyrielle sonnet poem
a 14 line poem-3 quatrains and a couplet
syllabic,8 syllables per line.
rhyme scheme AabB ccbB ddbB AB or AbaB cbcB dbdB AB.
composed with a refrain in the last line of each stanza.
L1 is repeated as L13 and L4 is repeated as L8, L12 and L14.
composed with no prescribed pivot however those that I have read usually pivot between the 2nd and 3rd quatrains.
Autumnal Sport(Equinox)
His play has begun and he moves
Knowing of time to play her moves
They are apart in playing mood
Hide and seek in set somewhat good
Azure is hidden, the sun too
Hiding, the passing clouds to do
Clement earth is pleased in good mood
Hide and seek in set somewhat good
Their diction of laughing applause
Flora, fauna drizzle while toss
Them the guiding winds in sound mood
Hide and seek in set somewhat good
His play has begun and he moves
Hide and seek in set somewhat good
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Mai Thai Girl
Written by Wilfred Mellers, Saturday, July 31,2010 @ 1: 40 AM
I just want you to know
Every day for you my love will grow
You are the only one for me
For in your loving arms I always want to be
From the first time I met you I cannot for get you
And each and every little thing that you do
You are the light of my existence
In my life you’ve brought back substance
Mai Thai girl
With others I wont bother for I can love no other
Mai Thai girl
You are my sweet lady and your having my baby
Mai Thai girl
I need you like sunshine please you will be mine
Mai Thai girl
You made me complete and I love you my sweet
You are the sunshine and the rain
From your love I can’t refrain
I can never tell you lie’s
For god I see in your eyes
You’ve got my total attention
And all the things I dear not mention
You bring the joy into my world
I thank god that you are my girl
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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A Day With The Lord
Wake up o'Lord, it's winter's vernal shine
Dawning to be consecrated with mercy Thine
Whilst yet a darkling sky's in full moon shine
In tardy treads it's pinking too fine
As Thou asterism Arudhra is on to sign
Conjuring melodies of cooing birds pine
Invoked Margazhi-matins intensify to combine
Intending for anointed ablutions aromatic divine
Wake up o'Lord, wake up
Then it means to be sanguine more
Sacred bathing mounds in variety to pour
Shiva is fresh and feasted to score
Follow now His jaunt of cosmic chore
Prime at Dharukavan blissful, He dances to roar
Surrender the rishis, their nescience to implore
Repeats His cosmic dance, Pathanjali to adore
On Thai-Poosam for Vyagrapada once more
Illimitable expeditions has He all more
Vital, vigorous, fervent He's the cosmic force
Blest or blazed all from His source
Fiery that He seeks more a bathing course
Cool on Maasi- morn of a chathurdasi-repose
Ere full moon amid sacred ablutions He glows
Freshened Lord doesn't let us doze
Awakens the light in wide awake those
On a Maasi-night whole His blessing flows
Thence the trumpet of His marriage-grandeur blows
Watch the merry Lord ecstatic, samsaric
Performing to the core of our blood rhythmic
Reddened to be Ratnasabapathy dynamic
Refreshed of yet more ablution fantastic
On Thiruvonam in Chithirai bombastic
Noon -bathing rhapsodic naps to be melodic
That the Lord emerges to be characteristic
On Uthiram in Aani all majestic
Blessing us whole in evening symbolic
Now time for the slumber-surrender-darkness
Nescient night whilst seeking refuge vivacious
The Lord forbids its ignorance gracious
Bathed anew, aglow with effulgence
On Chaturdasi in Aavani propitious
Sequel- Poornima all with her godliness
While leering fledging cupid-arrows
Rapturous Lord resorts to further ambrosial ablutions
On a Chaturdasi in Purattasi nighttime magnificence
Shiva is all content with the whole cosmic force
Unto Him retires our woes and wishes
Unto Him Poornima wanes, waxes, wanes
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Collected Verses On Cooking
1 To brew is to welcome Aurora
Who sets in to bless us prime
Coffee, tea all first global law
2 Battered are idli, dosa, vada, chutney
Mouth to stomach breaking the fast
For a choice light, just pongal simply
3 To lunch means a gourmet meals
Sweet and sour all curries to savor
Ofcourse with rice to doze on day-dreams
4 Tea time is cracking snack time
Frying's heavy albeit eating's light
Need a choice light, just brewing alone sublime
5 Boiling, baking, broiling, brewing, blending
Chopping, poaching, grilling, grinding, pressured
A day's roasted, toasted journey is cooking
6 Free time means vegetable-gtocery-buying
Selecting, bargaining should be of select quality
Dinner or supper, add to the leftover simple cooking
7 Tasty dishes, dirty vessels- cleaning starts
Machine or maid pain in the neck often
Patience punctured by irate sleepy syllables
8 Cooking is a day's long journey strenuous
Trucked burnt by smoky kitchen sweating
No way but yes as hunger recurs in cycles
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The store of rice in your attic is your enemy -- it makes them who have none very jealous.
The important thing for the survival of the Thai society is that the majority of those who work, both in the government and the private sector, still strive to work in the same direction; this is why the Thai nation still stands.
quote by Bhumibol Adulyadej
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Get The Trees Wedded, Be Blessed
Carrying on with the wedded dolls
Once all were we kids
Had we any to disclose
The dolls to wed reasons?
What the reason sparrow marries crow
Pongal blessings we how borrow
Just tradition that custom perpetuates
Logic have we any to discourse?
And drive the drought wedded the donkeys
Thrive by the thought myriad ways
Why they taught old years' sentiments
Do ask we our immeasurable doubts?
Laugh off and shirk, don't we?
Yet get the trees three wedded
Sure we be blessed
Peepul to neem, peepul to banyan
Ceremony like man and woman conjoin
Matters not who to whom the matrimony
Spin around the trees breathing in the air free
Myth doeth guide us warded off evil
Lores fill with babies women fertile
And thank then the air the neem
Purifies, consecrates to gleem
True, this and that of the tree whole
Fit with humans properties medicinal
Born under the shade of a banyan
Like Krishna kids celestial in sworn
Root to top of banyan
Help cleansing toe to head pollution
Tree of wisdom the peepul
Envisioned the sages aerial
Curative qualities peepul's natural
Enlightened Buddhas many on earth eternal
Plant them, grow them friends
A pharmacy of nature in abundance
Get them wedded; Their myths and lores..
Let be; Let be too their medicinal scores
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Maya
little brown birds with grey beaks and a patch of black
on their heads
three of them
drinking water on a pond of water created
by the little rain this morning
as i go near them
they all look at me and then in a sudden
they all fly away leaving some ripples in the
muddled pond
i never think of them as my enemies
they all leave at once
i do not have a gun
or a club or a slingshot
what i have in my hands are rice grains, nothing but rice grains
yes, rice grains for all of them
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Styles Of Beggary 1
A board of pantheon brassy on a plate
Encircled currency insufficient, gods beg
To aid a wedding, heal the sick
Holy tonsuring of the crown..
Untidy sins succumbed to the gods
Well, tamed gods forget their ride
Forgotten elephant follows
Obsolete gourmet, out of rice and jaggery
Modest animal lies sick
Uptrunked- salute for bucks alone
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Oh, what a catastrophe for man when he cut himself off from the rhythm of the year, from his unison with the sun and the earth. Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and the equinox!
quote by D.H. Lawrence
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In the Spirit of the Vernal Equinox
In the spirit of the vernal equinox,
Arriving on the 20th of March in 2010.
And in this year and on that day,
For us Spring then begins.
To spark the budding of love,
That awakens nature all over again.
Yes...
Spring is near!
In the spirit of the vernal equinox,
An equal twelve hours are shared...
Between daylight and night.
Normally only true on the Equator.
And for the rest of us,
We get more or less!
Depending upon where we live,
In the Northern Hemisphere.
And what that chosen address.
Shared with those we wish to make known,
Our feelings made to them clear.
With an assisted lingering of eye contact,
Obviously fix with just a bit of lust that appears!
Just a bit to test the interest.
Yes...
Spring is near!
In the spirit of the vernal equinox,
Spring is just a date.
Real Spring might arrive sooner or later.
Although some folks may be preheated...
With anticipation,
For a blooming awaited that takes place.
Yes...
Spring is near!
Keeping those with a patience.
But admitting...
The blood within them races and pulsates!
'You bring out the dog in me,
Clarice.'
~And 'WHO' is 'this' Clarice?
My name is Wanda! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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