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Woman In The Village

The woman in the village
Stood there on the gravel street
With a face pale and a gloom evading nothing.
Famished body and tensed mind
Are her two duals well knit for ever.
Her man is dead long before
And her kids are wretched and apart.

The lone woman of all seasons of the land!
She stood before the deity dark all over
With her folded hands shivering for want of strength.
The deity heeded none of her prayers for
It did not know even for once that it was a deity indeed!
The skies rained the big drops
And hers struggled to run down.

Down her feet
Earth shook and a hole caved in,
She fell not
For above her head were flying strong
Vultures dark which had begun to claim
Her famished flesh once more.
The clouds had now given in to thunders loud.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Deity

You want a deity?

Come
Pickup a stone or wood log
Have some sindur
Have some flowers
Have some agarbati
Light wick
Deity formed.

Worship it.

Your deity is
Ready to give you
What you want.

Pray before the deity
With heart and soul.

The deity never
Try to and never
Done anything
That would put loss.
It is you to decide
How far you believe
On your deity
How far you have
Trust on Him.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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My deity is my rival

My family deity stood
As my rival before me
When my son chose to name
His son after the deity’s,
Instead of my name.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Each one somehow thrives.

Each deity has some devotees,
Some of whom might be well off,
and ascribe their getting fortunes
To the grace of that deity and feed it.
So every deity is fed; so is the priest
18.01.2003, Ariakkudi.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poets’ Occupation

You insist on some occupations to grasp,
Yet lying has happened for some time.
The understanding is full, fulfilling us,
As men who bear the pains insist on us.

The warriors of controversy shake us
Around the jugular veins, where there is a deity;
The deity is wrong, fulfilling nobody
Just as skies are around to tempt.

May we insist on the men of old,
Poets who are strong and never gaining;
The ends of the story are folded
Into many chambers of the heart.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Deities Of The Sea

A deity is shaken by his intelligence,
Forebrain is perfect, mind is never absent.
A fisherman has seen this deity of his,
For he does catch fish and everything.
My life is like the fishermen all over,
Like the beam of light cascading on surfaces.
My God is brilliant at works of art and science -
He has created these legendary faculties,
The aspects of a knowing-sphere,
The size of the Earth, and all the fish in the sea.
This ocean will erupt with food so stinging,
We will fatten ourselves to reach the deity.

poem by Naveed Akram
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In Flesh and Blood

Horizon ever rising,
Darkness and light ever coming,
The waves ever flowing,
Words I pen, they read,
Form of deity they see
In a cliff I stand,
Below, spreads the beauty
Of flowers and ugly
Scars pricked by vultures
On carcasses,
The good, the bad kisses
Me side by side, like ants
On fat, true, deity not I
Here I am flesh and blood.
Us, all, seek, in prayer,
Whitewash the ugly,
Wishing in, divine fruits.
In Flesh and blood I am.

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Deity

Eyes open
Empty as halos
He comes for me
Deity
Help- whats the matter?
Looking for someone?
He comforts me
Deity
Resurrection
Coming in stereo
If you say so
He comes for me
Lets pray
To tv divinity
He covets me
Deity
Resurrection
Coming in stereo
If you say so
Deity
Resurrection
Coming in stereo
If you say so

song performed by by Ministry
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The Watcher on the Tower

I
The Voice of a Man

WHAT of the Night, O Watcher?

The Voice of a Woman

Yea, what of it?

The Watcher

A star has risen; and a wind blows strong.

Voice of the Man

The Night is dark.

The Watcher

But God is there above it.

Voice of the Woman

The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.

II
Voice of the Man

What of the Night, O Watcher?

Voice of the Woman

Night of sorrow!

The Watcher

Out of the East there comes a sound, like song.

Voice of the Man

The Night is dark.

The Watcher

Have courage! There’s To-morrow!

Voice of the Woman

The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.

III
Voice of the Man

What of the Night, O Watcher?

Voice of the Woman

Is it other?

The Watcher

I see a gleam; a thorn of light; a thong.

Voice of the Man

The Night is dark.

The Watcher

The Morning comes, my Brother.

Voice of the Woman

The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.

IV
Voice of the Man

What now, what now, O Watcher?

The Watcher

Red as slaughter
The Darkness dies. The Light comes swift and strong.

Voice of the Man

The Night was long.—What sayest thou, my Daughter?

Voice of the Woman

The Night was dark; the Night was dark and long.

poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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The Song Of The Violin

SHE stood in the curtains played over by light —
The tinted curtains — a tired, sweet girl,
With exquisite arms under laces of white
Like an ivory figure in mother-of-pearl.
I entered; she saw me, but made no move;
To some I nodded, to some replied;
(A violin somewhere was singing of love)
She blushed and paled, and I stood at her side.
I asked for a dance — she shook her head
And laughed like a petted, petulant queen;
She had promised them all to others, she said,
'And you are so late — and where have you been?'
They were talking low in the long, bright room,
And I answered her, moving the blind aside —
'Out there on the lawn in the velvet gloom,
Wooing a woman to make her my bride.'
She suddenly shook like a startled dove;
Ruffled and paled and hung her head
(A violin somewhere was singing of love,
And bitter-sweet were the things it said).
'This heat is stifling!' — she moved away.
'Out here,' I whispered, 'and hark to the tide!'
'The woman — where is she?' I heard her say;
'Now show me the woman you wooed for a bride.'
'Here on the land — and there on the sea,
Her feet among roses, her head in the skies;
And now do you see her?' She whispered 'I see,'
Her hand on my shoulder, a laugh in her eyes.
'Do you love her — this lady so mystical, fine?
I dwindle before her, a plain little miss;
She has stars in her hair — only roses in mine;
But the Night has no heart, and the Night cannot kiss.'
'Not now, if you please, sir!' — a moment she strove —
The curve of my arm softly circled her head . . .
A violin somewhere was singing of love,
And sweet beyond all were the things it said.

poem by Roderic Quinn
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Chauvinist

I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat

Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!

Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!

I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Abuakwa

In front of it,
Swearing the deity;
Nourishes,
Cherishes!
You need me and,
You can't leave me! !
But, the husband is the head of the wife.

Enlightened,
In that which is to come;
Purchased,
I need you and, i can't leave you! !
And like the desires of the flesh and of the mind;
Just like my name called Abuakwa in the land of many trees!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Modern Deity

I spoke a volume of countless prayers.
In times prior that I have slept.
I believed in peace, in God, in one.
But then I collapsed and wept.
The truth does stab like daggers.
Upon most tender flesh.
When I found the modern deity.
Was impotent, flawed, and dead.

poem by Aaron Lynn
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Ruler of Everything

It is past the hour we all realize,
No one on Earth lives to survive...
Immortalized.
We breathe to share the air,
Then die!

No one is born to be controlled,
From the time of birth until we grow old.
Or be ruled by those who dare to try!
With deceiving misguidance...
Applied to convince with blatant lies.

All of us live.
All of us die!
Many believe,
Death can be disguised.
Or from it we can hide!

This gift of life is given and allowed by,
Only One Deity we are here to please.
And only One Deity commands and oversees...
Who and what we all should be!
Whether in prayer upon our knees...
God is there,
And aware of our needs!

It is past the hour we all realize,
No one on Earth lives to survive...
Immortalized.
We breathe to share the air,
Then die!

All of us live.
All of us die!
Many believe,
Death can be disguised.
Or from it we can hide!

There is only One Deity.
One Ruler of Everything that is we see.
God is ALL.
God IS King!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brook Of Gaiety

Woman is endowed with beauty;
Is a lovely beautiful Deity.
Innocent woman is a brook of Delight;
Her love is a brook of gaiety.

Woman tolerates worries anxieties delightfully;
In a lovely family lives gaily.
As a river she is chaste, endowed with sacrifice;
Is adorned with simplicity, Divine Bliss.

Providing water, electricity the river smiles gaily;
Providing love, affection, kiss, embracement smiles delightfully.
Is a mother tolerating pain patiently;
In a lovely society lives peacefully.

With waste products the river is transparent, pure;
Contents all creatures’ thirst and desire.
The river is pure with the touch of sun ray;
In plants, animals and people provides gay.

Woman garlanded with jasmine is a Beauty;
Is a fairy from Heaven is a Deity.
The silvery face allures lover day and night;
Is a fairy of Indra’s paradise provides delight.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Woman In Me (feat. Destiny's Child)

Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Ohhhhh
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
As I look in, look in the mirror I see
Life is really here to be with me, oh
I can see myself getting stronger everyday
I'm not the same woman I used to be
So now I tell myself I am thinkin strong
I see the beauty lying within my soul
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
When I love myself I can do whatever I want
Doesn't matter what you do to me, do to me
Honest people, there's a possibility
To tell you my real reality
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (woman in me baby)
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Doo doo da da da da da
Can you see the woman in me
Do you really wanna see the woman in me
Hahha, let me show you
Don't underestimate the woman I become
The woman I am
So now I tell myself that I'm thinkin I'm strong
And I see the beauty lying within my soul
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman that I wanna be (I wanna be)
The face that I see it's the woman in me
It's the woman in me I see (I see)
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song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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Goddess.... I Love...

Goddess, stone deity
Amorous, eternity
My love

Blurred line, divinity
Worshipping, serendipity
Blessed from above

My goddess, my earth
Me, my worth
My identity

Worshipper, me
You, deity
I surrender

Pouting, you
Me, devotee
Love to hate me?

You came to life
I gave you mine
Still you love to hate me?

poem by Saurabh Som
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Romance In The Market Place

YOU stood beside the flowers,
Yourself a flower;
And on your face
The twilight stayed another hour,
It shone so pale;
And all around men talked as in a market-place.
I heard them talk, and felt
No interest stir
In what they said.
Lilies were nigh you, and around you were
The lights of love,
And all about the world moved on with nervous tread.
I heard it not; for down
And round about
My soul you drew
The veils that shut the loud earth out,
And I and you
Were there alone — no one beside but I and you!
What words were those we said?
Old ones, perchance,
Pale with the pain
Of all who've kissed, and talked romance,
And said farewell,
And mixed their tears and kissed, and sighed — and sighed in vain.
We stood a sainted while,
And then your hand
Sought to be free,
And you were gone; and all the land
Was under gloom,
And lamps were lit for other men, but none for me.
I stood and watched you go,
And suddenly
The loud world grew
Like some great-voiced, insetting sea;
And men went by,
Talking of trade and war and all but love and you.

poem by Roderic Quinn
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African Rhythm

The foes beat the
drum of prejudice,
the Deity will not let
it sound; if the Deity
lets it sound, they
will be the one to
dance to the rhythm.
The termite only aspires:
no termite can have
the stone pulverized.
Their malicious
thoughts have only become
our luck.

poem by Bosun Abdul
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I'm Coming Down

From his throne up in Heaven, God looked down on the lost souls of man.
Thousands of men, lost forever, wandering a cursed forsaken land.
Their dried-up souls searching for his presence:
But they were wretched abominations, separated from his holiness.
A select few suceeded in touching his hem, but most were hoplessly lost.
So God, set out through the ages, arrows that pointed to a cross.
As man floundered and fell, he was ever there, preparing his master plan.
A rescue mission for the souls of man.
Then finally the day came when all was set-as men were weeping: no hope to be found:
Said the Almighty, 'Hold on, I'm coming down! '

I don't believe in sone distant deity sending one of three to die for me:
I believe in an eternal spirit paying a ransom for me for free.
My God didn't send someone else to the rescue: He didn't send someone else!
In a fusion of humanity and deity, the God of eternity came himself.
This was his grand master plan, the ultimate sacrifice:
Coming to earth to be denied, mocked, tortured, and killed, all to save a wretched life.
Some people, they want to confuse his miraclulous rescue.
But we preach Christ crucified, bleeding and dying- just for you.
If you're feeling lost, forsaken, rejected. Jesus is still there waiting: ever since he died on a cross two thousand years ago:
When God said, 'Hang on, I'm coming down.'

poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Strong Black Woman

Baby, such a long life, my child
So many stories I have to tell you
Of slavery and of tragedy
Sit down and listen to my tales

Everybody thinks that the strong black woman died
No, she only stood back because she had not cried
She took a minute to rest. She cried. Her heart so heavy
But she’s back, baby. And child, she’s so pretty

I’m a strong black woman, and I am fighting
Don’t mess with me; I’ll leave your eyes shining
I give these children all the love they crave
I’ll beat away any energy that makes life grave

Hallelujah, the strong black woman still lives
Hallelujah, the strong black woman still gives
Hallelujah, can you feel the strength of her?
Hallelujah, this woman is one you can’t deter

Praise the lord’s name and speak in tongues
May all the strong black women live so long
I am a strong black woman, I am here
A strong black woman lives in my heart

Hallelujah, the black woman is so strong
Hallelujah, this has become my favorite song
Hallelujah, the strong black woman prospers
Hallelujah, she is no different than her brothers

The strong black woman never died, she lives
See, no matter what happens she always survives
I am here, I am a strong black woman, in disguise
And this newly strong black woman never dies

Praise the lord’s name the black woman is back
Now the world knows that we survive any attack
Give her all the suffering children or people in despair
Because the strong black woman will return them to air

The strong black woman was not lynched or killed
She gave herself a proud face and lived on so skilled
Praise the lord’s name and know that she lives on
Hallelujah, the strong black woman will never be gone

poem by German Alcala
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