Madras Monsoon
Like the awaited chief guest
Comes to fare on thundering ovation
Flooded people sail in spirit
Unknowing of a manhole-salvation
Gone to come back by litanies and matins
Meantime-dug pits are ready to harvest
Erstwhile pour next time fails
Exterior rivers enforced to in set
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Are You Ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready to meet jesus?
Are you where you ought to be?
Will he know you when he sees you
Or will he say, depart from me?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren
And to take up my cross?
Have I surrendered to the will of god
Or am I still acting like the boss?
Am I ready, hope Im ready.
When destruction cometh swiftly
And theres no time to say a fare-thee-well,
Have you decided whether you want to be
In heaven or in hell?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Have you got some unfinished business?
Is there something holding you back?
Are you thinking for yourself
Or are you following the pack?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Are you ready?
Are you ready for the judgment?
Are you ready for that terrible swift sword?
Are you ready for armageddon?
Are you ready for the day of the lord?
Are you ready, I hope youre ready.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I'm Ready To Go.
I'm ready to go.
Take me to heaven.
I'm ready to go.
End my suffering.
I'm ready to go.
Let me stop all this blubbering.
I can't help anyone.
Wish I could.
The grave of the good.
As much as I need to know whats not understood.
Conclusions so sour sometime I wish you would.
I'm ready to go.
Take me to heaven.
I'm ready to go.
End my suffering.
I'm ready to go.
Let me stop all this blubbering.
I've look into the abyss so many times before.
This time their is no going back.
Me and the angel of the death have a contract.
With blood as the ink it has been signed and sealed.
I'm sorry but I no longer want to feel.
I'm ready to go.
Take me to heaven.
I'm ready to go.
End my suffering.
I'm ready to go.
Let me stop all this blubbering.
My emotions ride me like a hound.
Biting at my heels.
A heart that isn't real.
Watch as another layer of skin I peel.
I stand then kneel.
I'm ready to go.
Take me to heaven.
I'm ready to go.
End my suffering.
I'm ready to go.
Let me stop all this blubbering.
Wishing for something I can never have.
Denied the right as stars shoot across the twilight.
Beating myself up on the inside.
I'm so ready to so ready to die.
I'm so ready to sail the skies.
I'm ready to go.
Take me to heaven.
I'm ready to go.
End my suffering.
I'm ready to go.
Let me stop all this blubbering.
But something won't let me.
A conscience.
A destiny.
Thoughts of the angry.
They pour into me.
It should be my choice.
A echoing of my voice.
I'm ready to go.
Take me to heaven.
I'm ready to go.
End my suffering.
I'm ready to go.
Let me stop all this blubbering.
I'm ready to go.
Take me to heaven.
I'm ready to go.
End my suffering.
I'm ready to go.
Let me stop all this blubbering.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Always Unknowing
(ferry)
Following the morning star
But theres no sense
In always running
Take what you want to know
Just give me time
Always unknowing
World passing by
Thats how it looks
Always unknowing
Dont you leave my side
There is no sense
In always running
Just one more time
Is all I need
Always unknowing
Hold back tonight
With your sight
Always unknowing
song performed by by Roxy Music
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She Wrote About Our Mother.
She wrote about our mother and it took me far away
And many, many years in time back home to Claraghatlea
And as I read her letter I fought to choke the tears
For Millstreet, Cork and Ireland and happy childhood years.
She wrote about our mother long under Tanyard soil
And memories flooded back to me of one with ready smile
Of woman who worked hard for us for no reward or pay
The heroine of our childhood years of happy by gone day.
She wrote about our mother with sense of love and pride
And memories flooded back to me and tears welled up inside
For one who done her best for us her very best she tried
And I still feel she is with us her spirit never died.
A letter from my sister in east Rockaway in New York
Reminding me of childhood years in Millstreet County Cork
She wrote about our mother whose passing left a void
And memories flooded back to me and tears welled up inside.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Standing Ovation
C' un mistero che non lo so
Quando ti vedo che cos'ho
Sento tremare lo stomaco
Qualcosa di profondo sai
Mi fa andar fuori di testa
Fuori di me
Io non capisco senza di te... (Oh no!?)
Il mondo che cos'?
Ho camminato per strade sai
Ho fatto cose che non dovrei
Ho visto cose fantastiche
Ho avuto donne bellissime
Nessuna ha mai chiarito se
Il mondo vero senza di te... (Oh no?)
Io credo di no!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te!
Standing ovation
ovation for you!
Ho passeggiato nel buio sai
ho vinto tutto e ho riperso poi
Ho visto cose fantastiche
Ho avuto donne bellissime
Nessuna ha mai chiarito se
Il mondo vero senza di te... (Oh no?)
Io credo di no!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te
Standing ovation
Ovation for you!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te
Standing ovation
Ovation for you
Ti ho mandato un messaggio ieri sera
sulla segreteria telefonica
sono dei fiori
No Ti ho pensato molto stamattina
Quando ho visto nascere il sole
Ti ho mandato subito un messaggino
Era: per te vorrei essere migliore
Standing ovation
Ovation for you
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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Calling Back My Spirit
Something has been sleeping in me, weeping in me, creeping in me
Something has been crying in me, sighing in me, dying in me
In the righting of this wrong, I may have to fight a long awaited duel
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what is my own.
Something has been burning in me, churning in me, turning in me
Something has been weeping in me, creeping in me, awaking in me
And in the execution of this task, I may come to see my enemys mask
Slip and fall
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what my own
Im calling back, Im calling back,
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what is my own
The storm of your outrage seethes and whips around my brittle bones
Anger and violence erupt from your lips and your cover is blown!
I seek the sound of your name
I stand in my own footsteps and I claim my power
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what is my own
Im calling back, Im calling back, Im calling back, Im calling back,
Im calling back my spirit from you now!, Im calling back what is my own
song performed by by Waterboys
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Im Ready
I want to wake up and know where Im going
Say Im ready
Say Im ready
I want to go where the rivers are overflowing and
Ill be ready
Ill be ready to let the rivers wash over me
Im ready to let the rivers wash over me
If the waters can redeem me
Im ready
Im ready
Im ready to let the rivers wash over me
Im ready to let the rivers wash over me
I want to wake up
I want to know where Im going
I want to go where the rivers are over-flowing
Im ready to let the rivers wash over me
Im ready
Im ready ...
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Ready For The Good Times
I dont wanna clear the cobwebs from my head
Time will bring them back I bet
So if you hear me say that I believe in love
Dont make me feel ashamed
I used to sing the saddest songs
And while in the meantime roaches used to climb my door
Falling back down to the floor
I used to read survival guides
When my world was full of seven legged cats
But here iam with eight more lives
Im ready for the good times
Im ready for the good tims
Now that Im not olone
Oh oh oh oh (3x)
You know it
Oh oh oh (2x)
You better now ignore it.
I dont want to look at fashion magazines
While someone is doing my naiels
Sitting here watching other people live
Frozen by the fear to fail
Cause everyday theres a war to fight
And if I win or lose never mind
As long as youre my shelter every night
I used to cry against a wall
But now Ive got a shoulder that I can lean on
Swear to me you wont be gone
Im ready for the good times
Im ready for the good times
Ready to get it on
Im ready for the good times
Im ready for the good times
Now that Im not alone
song performed by by Shakira
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Crippling Needs
Faith and disappointment!
Who merged this disarray?
What signals were introduced...
To produce excuses this way?
Prayer and dissatisfaction?
Who sits to wish for this hypocrisy?
Infractions that attract,
Leaves detractors more detached.
With a unity scrapped,
And no chance of it...
Ever coming back!
Hope and degradation...
Enforced to minimize,
Overconfidence and elation!
Pits an unfitting feast of people,
Against themselves...
With crippling needs!
Faith and disappointment!
Who merged this disarray?
What signals were introduced...
To produce excuses this way?
Hope and degradation,
Enforced to minimize...
An overconfidence and elation!
Pits an unfitting feast of people,
Against themselves...
With crippling needs!
Prayer and dissatisfaction?
Who sits to wish for this hypocrisy?
Infractions that attract,
Leaves detractors more detached.
With a unity scrapped,
And no chance of it...
Ever coming back!
Even to comply...
With a mismatched patching,
Of lives pieced together,
To induced them all
To produce a tethering.
That is linked to seduce,
More elusive alibis!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The shade of the light
My ovation is to the slaves
Who built the Taj Mahal.
My ovation to the soldiers
Who made Alexander the great.
My ovation is to mice and cats
Who promoted the scientists.
Am I a cynic or jealous?
06.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Boats Sail On The Rivers
Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.
There are bridges on the rivers,
As pretty as you please;
But the bow that bridges heaven,
And overtops the trees,
And builds a road from earth to sky,
Is prettier far than these.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.
quote by Chief Joseph
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The Sailor
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj.
It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idle
for ever so long.
If he would only lend me his boat, I should man her with a
hundred oars, and hoist sails, five or six or seven.
I should never steer her to stupid markets.
I should sail the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of
fairyland.
But, mother, you won't weep for me in a corner.
I am not going into the forest like Ramachandra to come back
only after fourteen years.
I shall become the prince of the story, and fill my boat with
whatever I like.
I shall take my friend Ashu with me. We shall sail merrily
across the ever seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland.
We shall set sail in the early morning light.
When at noontide you are bathing at the pond, we shall be in
the land of a strange king.
We shall pass the ford of Tirpurni, and leave behind us the
desert of Tepantar.
When we come back it will be getting dark, and I shall tell
you of all that we have seen.
I shall cross the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of
fairyland.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Harvest For The World
All babies together
Evry one a seed
Half of us are satisfied
The other half of us in need
Loves bountiful in us
Tarnished by our greed
Oh, when will there be a harvest.. for the world?
(harvest for the world)
A nations planted
So concerned with gain
As the seasons come and go, we wont wait in vain
Far too many, feelin the strain
(chorus)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest for the world)
Dress me up for battle
When all I want is peace
Those of us who pay the price
Come home with the least
And nation after nation, tuning into beasts
(chorus)
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest..
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Before I Had Thirst To Soar
It may have looked as if,
Blessings I received to get...
Came to me easily picked.
While I sat to oversee their production.
Skipping over cracks,
Under a Sun drenched blue sky.
And those ambushers coming through crevices...
Awaited to pour me cups of tea!
But actually,
A coming close to drowning in my own tears...
Taught me how to swim with every stroke I learned.
And when I began desiring to fly...
I didn't jump from trees with closed eyes.
I had to climb my way out,
Of those pity pits first.
Before I had a thirst to soar.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Voyage To Atlantis
Can I go on my way without you
Whoa...how can I know
If I go on my way without you
Whoa...where would I go
Set sail with me
Misty lady, set my spirit free
New love to find
And though I leave another behind
I'll always (Come back to you)
I'll always (Come back to you)
I'll always (Come back to you)
I'll always (Come back to you)
She's my lady, now and ever
Whoa...how can I know
Can we go all the way together
Whoa...let it be so
So we'll say our last goodbye
And we'll it this time
Hey...ho...set sail with me
To a paradise out beyond the sea
Atlantis (Is back to you)
I'll always (Come back to you)
Atlantis (Is back to you)
I'll always (Come back to you)
Atlantis (Is back to you)
I'll always (Come back to you)
Atlantis (Is back to you)
I'll always (Come back to you)
Atlantis (Is back to you)
I'll always (Come back to you)
I'll always (Come back to you)
I'll always (Come back to you)
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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The Rivers of a Poet
The Rivers of the Poet
The verses of the poet
vary from the rivers
though they also flow
while circulating inside
until materializing
in words and verses
that others can see.
The poet’s soul communions
with the exterior world
and flows like the rivers
with each inspiration.
The rivers of the poet
do dry inside of him
as he writes,
but it is forever
that they flow in written form
upon the sheets of paper.
That is how
the rivers of the poet
leave and manage to stay
until another river
appears and flows
with another inspiration.
poem by Juan Antonio Rodriguez
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My Beloved
I opened up my door of love and,
My beloved made love to me;
Then, the rivers of waters flooded between us,
For, his mouth was the sweetest thing!
Tossed to and fro,
As rivers of waters in a dry place;
And like streams out of the rocks!
But, you will see us walking together without ceasing.
The naked breasts of a woman deludes many,
And like a warrior rejoicing from wine!
But, seven loaves of bread equals to seven baskets of scrapes;
And at the appointed time, he will be closer to me than ever!
A tower is in the midst,
For we were wonderfuly made;
But, sow in tears and reap in joy! !
For, the sky is ready to pour down its rain.
The preceding of time,
At the time appointed to meet my muse;
But, i heard a cry! !
Of my well-beloved;
For the beauty regimen for women are now prepared for me,
And, he has nowhere to hide.
The child was from the woman and,
The woman was from the man;
Created with love to enhance the beauty of the earth,
However, you shall not muzzle the ox whiler it treads our the grain.
The sea is ready to flood over!
And, you have nowhere to hide;
But, i do have my beloved beside me,
And like the positive works of love with credentials! !
Nature itself should teach you better,
For the spring brings about the new birth;
But, one remains hungry and the other is drunk.
Should i praise you for your acts my love?
And to wheedle the riddle with the muse;
For, i have a beautiful robe on from Shinar!
But, out of the eater came something so sweet.
my beloved made sweet love to me,
And like the deep of things in the name of love;
But, the woman was created for the benefit of the man.
The sweet things of love,
the secret things of love,
The deep things of love,
And the deep things of life!
But, do not let him who eats be despiteful! !
For, the rainbow came along and blessed my day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Day Job
Well we've been here once before
And we've stuck it out for more
When we come around well settle down
The cracks below the floor
Has it been eleven years
Since I've stood here with my peers
And we started out to conquer doubt and frisbee
I shouldve been a whole lot farther
I'm never going back to college
For just one good day job
You're not missing much for sure
Only everything that's yours
And at times it fails and we're full sail in the gutter
Is this home cause I forgot
If it is then thanks a lot
cause I can't pretend to know one end from the other
I should've been a whole lot farther
I'm never going back to college
For just one good day job
You're not missing much for sure
Only everything that's yours
At times it fails and we're full sail in the gutter
Is this home cause I forgot
If it is then thanks a lot
cause I can't pretend to know one end from the other
I should've been a whole lot farther
I'm never going back to college
For just one good day job...
song performed by by Gin Blossoms
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Bountiful Hope “A Prayer”
may the eyes
of the spirit close beneath my heart,
and reward my prayer a deliverance glory of success
in thy lasting presence
may the distance
of the heaven comes into my soul and lead
me to the ancient journey of salvation,
waving a painted passion
of love worthy of it’s enkindle travelogue beyond this deep
sleep twinkle spirit of love
may the way
of the benevolent Lord God,
come and bless
the sacred incent flame breathlessly birth to surrender thy soul;
for the long awaited flight has come
to an end
may this forever desire
of sweet memories
be the embracing grace of salvation in
the eternal happiness and joy be the point of a never ending search
to die each sweet memories to live
be the end to live eternally…
poem by Antonio Liao
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