Underhand Han Hand
For fifty years Han hand has lain
heavy on Lhasa's mountain land,
acting in manner underhand
on peaceful population. Pain
and persecution, thousands slain
on whim, as Chinese thugs expand,
manhandle monasteries, demand
obedience to illegal reign -
discrimination's bridle rein
with basic human freedoms banned,
protests punished out of hand.
Upon collective conscience: Stain!
The Dalai Lama's aging fast
who'll liberate Tibet at last?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tibet- A Lost Land and People
They want to live in peace,
The people of the ‘Roof of th’ world’;
They want to sleep in Nature’s lap,
But cannot do with ease!
A Buddhist country wedged between
World’s two most-populous nations;
Twelve thousand feet high MSL;
A culture most unique.
The Chinese eyes were on Tibet,
They’d eyed the plateau high;
The Dalai Lama- their leader
Is in exile in India.
One thirty-thousand refugees,
Are mostly in India;
They want Tibet’s independence,
But China won’t accede.
Oh, what a sorry tale to hear!
Their land is long denied;
A mountain terrain, beautiful
Their home is ‘Land of snows! ’
They wish to rid their Chinese yoke;
But China won’t give in;
And proud about His Holiness,
The Lama who can’t sleep!
The Chinese invaded Tibet
And will not simply leave;
They’ve put their own people in here;
While Tibetans have fled.
Why China with her vast terrain
Should seize the mountain-land?
-Denuding forests of its trees,
And planting own settlers!
Monks or nuns, none are spared;
Thousands have just been killed;
And many more have spent their lives,
Tortured life-long in jails!
The people of Tibet are strong
With spirit not weakened;
They hope the Chinese will relent-
Return their land to them.
Can not the UN solve this case?
They’ve passed resolutions;
But nothing more is being done.
As selfishness, still rules.
Most Tibetans have little choice;
‘They are a dying race’!
Their pleas and protests go awaste;
Won’t someone fight their case?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-20-2008
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What the Dalai Lama had to resolve was whether to stay in Tibet or leave. He wanted to stay, but staying would have meant the total destruction of Tibet, because he would have died and that would have ripped the heart out of his people.
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The Dalai Lama Who Loved Wine, Women and Song
Here the May lilacs blossom in the garden
Their fragrance sprawls in the air of spring.
Yet my mind drifts on wings of a daydream
To a far away land of peach-treed valleys
Embraced by snow-capped mountains.
One night there on the Roof of the Earth
A young man in the holy city of Lhasa
Listened to the chanting of mantras
Not for the sake of enlightenment
But in order to sense her breath.
That month he span all the pray wheels
Not for the sake of freeing his soul
But in order to touch her finger prints.
That year he prostrated on the ground
With his hands clasping the earth
Not for the sake of adoring Buddha
But in order to sense her warmth.
That incarnation he crossed green forests
He passed through farmlands and deserts
He climbed a hundred thousand mountains
Not for the sake of afterlife
But in order to meet her on the road.
Who was this young man?
Descending from the Monpa Tribe
He was born in 1683 at Urgelling
In the Monastery near Tawang in India.
His parents gave him the name
Losang Rigdzin Tsangyang Gyatso
In the Tibetan language it means
Ocean of Melodious Songs.
His trunk of life was cut short though
Just a child yet and he became
Like an uncrowned king in the land
And even so he remained modest
Humble and unassuming.
He traveled about on foot
He kept no personal servants
He brewed his own tea
And served his guests himself.
And he wrote magnificent poems
They are still loved and revered
And sung throughout Tibet and China.
He loved women, friends and wine
Although he was chosen as His Holiness
The Sixth Dalai Lama of Tibet!
But he had no plans to accept the role
Renounced the vows of a novice monk
And then asked the forgiveness
Of the Panchen Lama
For refusing to accept the duties
Of full ordination.
He had rather lived his life
As a rake and stud.
He gambled and practiced archery
Grew a long hair embellished with jewels
Called himself the Turquoise Bee
Acting as a playboy and dressing as a layman
A gadabout debaucher in blue silk brocade.
He roamed through the countryside
Reveling with his friends
In the parks in daylight
And then spent the dark hours
In the taverns of Shol-town.
Drinking barley beer stuffed in bamboo barrels
Or enjoying the intoxicating rice chang
White and sweet and pungent in taste.
He had 'never slept a night
Without a sweetheart'
He wrote in one of his love poems
To the indignation of the opulent Potala palace
As servants traced back his footprints
In the fresh snow leading to the brothels.
However, the Dalai Lama had a broken heart
He wanted to wed his beloved lady
The sweetheart who truly loved him
But she “has been stolen to wed another”
And he became sick with hankering sorrow.
That night in the holy city of Lhasa
He listened to the chanting of the mantras
Not for the sake of enlightenment
But in order to sense her breath.
That month he span all the pray wheels
Not for the sake of freeing his soul
But in order to touch her finger prints.
That year he prostrated on the earth
With his hands clasping the soil
Not for the sake of adoring Buddha
But in order to sense her warmth.
That incarnation he crossed green forests
He passed through farmlands and deserts
He climbed a hundred thousand mountains
Not for the sake of afterlife
But in order to meet her on the road.
Then turbulence shook the Roof of the World
It was now the fragile year of 1706
And a Mongol army invaded Tibet
Their leader Lhasang Khan did not believe
That the Dalai Lama was the real one
And he wanted to depose him.
A foreign army besieged Lhasa
And Lhasang Khan ordered the Dalai Lama
To relocate at the Mongol military camp
In Lhalu Garden.
Soon afterwards, on June 27,1706,
The Mongol warlord ousted
The Head of Tibetan Buddhism.
And since the Chinese Emperor Kangxi
Approved it the Mongols took the Dalai Lama
On a journey to the east to banish him
To the imperial court
Of the Manchu-led Qing Dynasty in Beijing.
It was a long voyage, joyless and exhausting
Escorted by a group of Mongolian soldiers
In the fall of 1706 he reached Gunga-Nor Lake
On the road to the Chinese capital.
However, the Dalai Lama did not want
To spend the rest of his life in humiliating exile
And on the night of November 14,1706
He escaped under the veil of darkness.
A Mongol sentry noticed the fleeing figure
And placed a fir arrow on his birch bow.
The archer aimed his weapon
At the running target, he drew the curved bow
Gripping the string
Between his horn-ringed thumb and index finger
Until his left arm was fully extended
And then released the metal-bladed projectile.
The arrow took to the air
With a sharp snapping sound.
A moving shadow emitted
A subdued moan of pain
But vanished away
On the nightly lake shore.
White crane, lend me your wings
I go no further than Lithang
And thence, return again.
While in Mongol captivity
At Lithang Monastery in Kham
Tsangyang Gyato, the Sixth Dalai Lama
Predicted his own rebirth.
In 1708, two years after his disappearance
The Seventh Dalai Lama, Kelsang Gyatso
Was born in Lithang in Kham.
poem by Paul Hartal
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I Hear The Cry
i hear the cry....
oppression, enslavement,
beatings, torture, rapes,
and killings.
people of heart,
slaughtered like sheep.
monks self-immoliating,
crying out for justice,
and freedom,
for basic human dignity,
for basic human rights...
i hear the cry...
of Tibet on fire.
and am ashamed
to be part of a world
turned blind and deaf!
free Tibet!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Billions Billions Alive Today
Officially half of all the human beings
who have ever lived are alive today.
The entire population of all human history
an equivalent of all humans who ever lived.
Half entire human race who were ever born
are alive on earth now living on earth today.
Asia China India regionally 2.5 billion alive today
in fifty years Asian population will double triple?
In fifty years planet earth will need to produce more
food than has presently by humans ever been eaten?
Are these food figures statistics not impossible odds?
Famine pestilence war pandemics what future awaits?
Will compassion seeds flower in collective soul humanity?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Come Away
(g.bowser/j.jupp)
Published by chappell & co., ltd. - capac
As I walk along the lonely streets
I cant talk to the people that I meet
I see them come, and I see them go
I see them smile, and say hello
Come with me and take my hand
Ooh, fly away to another land, oh yes we will
Come with me and take my hand
Well fly away to another land
Come over here little girl
And Ill show you another world
Where we can be free to do as we want
Live our lives as we please, and say what we like, oh
Come with me and take my hand, ooh
Well fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand, oh
And fly away to another land
Theres so many things that remain to be done
And no one has thought of a way to begin
So follow me into my life
Come with me and take my hand (and take...)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (ooh)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (take my hand)
Fly away to another land (oh yes we will)
Come with me and take my hand (and take my hand, take my hand)
Fly away to another land (yeah)
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
song performed by by April Wine
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Hundreds of political prisoners still suffer in Tibetan prisons. Freedom of speech is not allowed in any sense. It is illegal to possess a photo of the Dalai Lama.
quote by Joanna Lumley
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Outrage!
let me see if i understand this...
you go to 'liberate' Vietnam,
at the cost of thousands of lives...
you invade Iraq, and their fake WMD's.
you go to battle in Afghanistan,
using terrorisn for an excuse...
but you cant and wont
lift a damn finger to help
the people of Tibet...
a nonviolent people,
being abused, ravaged, raped,
and killed by The Chinese government...
who's sleeping with who?
and who do you think you're fooling?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Makes The Dalai Lama Lovable?
His posture
From so many years
Holding his robe with one hand
Is odd.
His gait
Also.
One's own body
Aches
Witnessing
The sloping
Shoulders
& Angled
Neck;
One hopes
He
Attends
Yoga class
Or does Yoga
On his own
As part
Of prayer.
He smiles
As he bows
To Everything:
Accepting
The heavy
Burdens
Of
This earth;
It's
Toxic
Evils
& Prolific
Insults.
Even so,
He sleeps
Through
The night
Like a child
Because
Thank goodness
That is something
Else
Daylong
Meditation
Ass ures.
You could cry
Yourself to sleep
On his behalf
& He
Has done that
Too.
Life
Has been
A great
Endless
Tearing away
For
Him.
From
Mother, Father, Siblings, Country, Home.
And yet
Clearly
His mother
Loved him;
His brother & sister
Too:
Even his
Not so constant father,
Who
When Tenzin was
A boy
Shared
With him
Delicious
Scraps
Of
Succulent
Pork.
He laughs
Telling this
Story
Over half a century
Later
&
To who knows
How many
Puzzled
Vegetarians:
About
The way he sat
Behind
His father's chair
Like a dog,
Relishing
Each juicy
Greasy
Bite.
Whenever I see
The Dalai Lama
My first impulse
Is to laugh
I am so happy
To
Lay eyes
On
One
So effortlessly
Beautiful.
That balding head
That holds
A shine;
Those wire framed
Glasses
That might
Have come
From
Anywhere.
His look of having given
All he has.
He is my teacher;
Just staying alive.
Other teachers
I have had
Resemble him
In some way;
They too
Were
&
Are
Smart
And Humble;
Fascinated
By Science & things like
Time,
Eternity,
Cause & Effect;
The Evolution
Of the Soul.
A soul
That
Might
Or might not
Exist.
They too
See all of us
-Banker, murderer, gardener, thief -
When they look
Out across
The world:
But that is not all
They see.
They see our suffering;
Our striving
To find
The right path;
The one with heart
We may only
Have heard
About.
The Dalai Lama is Cool
A modern word
For
"Divine"
Because he wants
Only
Our collective
Health
& Happiness.
That's it!
What makes
Him
Lovable
Is
His holiness.
poem by Alice Walker
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Is Second Best Just Jest Test or Unjust Protest Gest?
When second best protests against dire chance
he or she echoes stress at life's twist dance.
Self-confidence is put to sorry test,
ambitions, on the shelf, are laid to rest.
Inadequacy often will deny
the will to try, succeed, luck's lies decry.
'They also serve, who only stand and wait'
survivor said, regretting callous fate.
'They also serve who wait without the gate'
time-server grates, perceiving patron's pate.
'What service, light denied, anticipate? '
'Light - despite paradoxical life's plate! '
They're served, who only put on weight, expand,
whose judgement lies, so heavy on the land.
They swerve from justice, who, with heavy hand,
pervert the law- for which they should be damned.
They wait, who only seem to serve and stand,
beware! banned revolution is at hand.
To stand and wait in life to some seems nice
to taste of time, like salad, lacking spice!
When dream of self esteem turns rancid, raw,
apologies tears crocodile soon pour.
Poor too is mind that looks behind not for
top flight successes, recognized, in store.
Fresh opportunities are infinite,
no need to mope, scorn hope, of goals lose sigh.
What second best may seem at any time
can role-reverse distress, blessed see self climb.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sonnet: Must We?
Must we send men to moon when some had quit?
Must we spend such huge sums on deterrence?
Must we ignore the corrupted who sit?
Must we hold criminals with reverence?
Must we neglect the common man’s future?
Must we allow loopholes in laws of land?
Must we abandon our Mother Nature?
Must we not rich and poor walk, hand in hand?
Must we allow the population boom?
Must we deny men basic human rights?
Must we to politics give much more room?
Must we sleep on with current-cuts at night?
Must we belittle our nation’s prestige?
Must we become just a global vestige?
6-27-2001
poem by John Celes
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We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.
quote by Dalai Lama
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Virtue Vs Evil
Wherever you are wherever you go
I will go with you hand in hand
A faltered state of agony and lust
I will go with you hand in hand
Vying for the amelioration of offspring
I will go with you hand in hand
Injecting an age-long flight from right
I will go with you hand in hand
The endearment of wealth and spendthrift
I will go with you hand in hand
Wherever is the wretched face of human lure
I will go with you hand in hand
The pitfall of human lot has waged a spiritual war
I will go with you hand in hand
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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State Of The Union (In Closing)
we, the working people
of America, demand our dignity!
we demand equality, and fairness!
we are all immigrants here!
yet no human being is illegal.
we demand the right to work,
and to educate our children.
we demand shelter, and healthcare!
we are a hard working, hard fighting
people... we demand a
hard working, hard fighting President!
we know that you are limited
by the hand of the controlling elite,
at the mercy of the corporate machine.
dont be just a figurehead.
your choice!
freedom is a work in progress.
the real revolution is in
the human heart, in the mind.
we are ready for change,
and willing to act.
be ready, and willing!
there are no small people,
we are all people.
we will not be owned!
we cannot go back to the
bigoted, ignorant ways of the past.
you are our best option,
be the man!
most of all, we demand the action
that follows words well spoken.
be the action!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Willie & The Hand Jive
Way back when in fifty eight
We had a move that move was great
We could walk and stroll and susie q
We could do that crazy hand jive too
Remember a cat called way out willie
A cool cat called rockin billy
Mama said to willie youll ruin my home
And you and that hand jive have got to go
cos he was hand jivin he was hand jivin
He would hand jive day and night hand jive
Willie had a girl called jivin jilly
Inhibitions she didnt have any
Willie would stop jilly kept cryin
To let him do that hand jive one more time
They were hand jivin they were hand jivin
They would hand jive day and night
Hand jive day and night
Willie and jilly got married one fall
They had a little willie junior and thats not all
Little willie got famous and its plain to see
That he did that hand jive on tv
They were hand jivin they were hand jivin
They would hand jive day and night hand jive
Always hand jivin yeah hand jivin
We would hand jive day and night hand jive
I can remember about fifty four
Rocknroll was at my door
Fifty five and elvis was king
Rocknroll was everything
Fifty six fifty seven rocknroll carried me to heaven
And looking in on fifty eight
They opened up that pearly gate
We could rock we could roll
Everyone could do the stroll
Dancin just to stay alive
We all did the crazy hand jive
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Reign In Pain (Heavy Metal Jamboree)
All right boys, are you ready?
Here it comes....lets go!
Reign in Pain, c'mon we're gonna reign in pain (x2)
Get ready we're coming for you we're gonna make our way through your town
Prepare for this evil affair by letting everyone around
Realize you'll be demonized we're gonna make sure you get stung
Don't stop we're about to rock bring your Converse shoes with maxi-pad tongues, yeah!
(Chorus)
Your futures looking grim
Lets bathe in sin
If your looking for a show you'll see we got a heavy metaljamboree
It's not so nice, but we've got your vice
If your looking for a debauchery we got a heavy metaljamboree
Reign in PAIN, c'mon we're gonna reign in PAIN(x2)
Come with me i can guarantee you can loan your soul to us
Understand we're a trusted brend-our metel never rusts
We're proud we play our music LOUD coming through a Marshall stack
Look mean when our haircuts scream business in the front and party in the back
(Chorus)
Your future's looking grim
Lets bathe in sin
If your looking for a show you'll see we got a heavy metal jamboree
It's not so nice, but we've got your vice
If your looking for debauchery we got a heavy metaljamboree
Pleasure, give them what they want!
Reign in PAIN c'mon we're gonn reign in PAIN(x2)
Reign, reign, reign, reign, reign in PAIN(x2)
Reign in pain!
song performed by by Sum 41
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Mayday.
BRAVELY, DETERMINED THEY GATHER, THE GREAT UNWASHED
WANTING TO GET THEIR POINT ACCROSS, THOUGH THEY'LL BE SQUASHED
ON THIS ADOPTED DAY ALL OVER THE WORLD
PROTESTORS DEMAND THEIR SAY
ANY DAY WOULD SUFFICE, BUT THE MOST SIGNIFICANT IS FIRST OF MAY
INEQUALITIES AS THEY SEE IT
EROSION OF THEIR FREEDOMS SOME WILL SAY
MOST, THAT THEY DON'T GET ENOUGH PAY
THE FUTURE CAN ONLY BRING MORE PROTESTS
SOME SAY IT WILL DEMINISH FUNDS TO INVEST
GREATER PROFITS YEAR ON YEAR IS DEMANDED
SO PROTESTS WILL ENSUE, THE VAST MAJORITY
WILL GET BACK TO WORK AS COMMANDED.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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The Delaware Estuary has sustained a human population for thousands of years, but by the end of the 19th Century, increased population and industrialization had transformed much of the upper Estuary watershed.
quote by Jim Gerlach
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The Hand
only the human hand,
the caring hand,
the hand covered in blood
and filth, the hand swollen
bruised, and beaten...
the open hand,
not a fist anymore hand,
not afraid to let go hand,
never letting go hand...
feed the baby, plow the field hand,
stroke the face of
the old woman dying hand...
light the fires, sweep the floors hand...
the praying hand, the picking hand,
the paint the soul hand...
only the human hand
can touch with the heart of God!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Where Egos Are Fed
No one wants to understand,
Why times are the way they are!
Why more people are acting strange,
And bizarre.
Yet everything that has brought these changes,
Have been fed by those deranged.
With concepts insane that have gone too far!
No one wants to understand,
Why values spoken aren't the values at hand!
Why the pain of others...
Stirs applause and clapping hands!
But no one wants to comprehend,
How all of this began...and when?
No one wants to accept or believe...
What is lived is the nature of the land!
Bleeding internally.
A land where egos are fed upon demand!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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