Fire the Crackers from Sivakasi
Oh, the ‘Sparkler’ thrills the young!
Fearful tots, ye hold small ‘Pencils”.
The school boys spurn the ‘Sparrow Crackers’,
but ‘bullet bombs’ make them cheerful.
College-goers explode only ‘Atom Bombs’,
for they know not how to make them.
‘Flower Pots’ bring close all those ‘round
but ‘Ground Wheels’ wheel and whirl them all.
Look! ‘Lakshmi Crackers’ they try to fire off,
but off they run leaving them untouched!
“Double Sound Crackers’ trouble
those who are dipped in books.
Oh, happy children of this globe!
You don’t know the makers of these wondrous things!
Drop outs born to drop-outs
who from six to six, mix Chemicals
which fix an earlier end to their life...
These frail men live around
that little Japan, Sivakasi
in huts adored by gutters.
They drink a water
that the grumbling earth gives.
Open-air toilets for their fairer folk
close before the Sun dawns.
Pigs bathe in sewers before their huts.
Their wages keep them ever bonded
and be they poor in joy but rich in sorrow.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Viva Mas
Drop Bars not Bombs
Make Chai not War
Baseball not Bombs
Books not Bombs
Make Love not War
Drop Tuition Not Bombs
Blondes not Bombs
Beats not Bombs
Drop Class not Bombs
Make Art not War
Flowers not Bombs
Food not Bombs
Make Levees not War
Drop Seeds not Bombs
Bread not Bombs
Beauty not Bombs
Drop Television not Bombs
Make Solidarity not War
Build Trust not Bombs
Bring back Food
Boycott Banks
Bring Life not War
Make Tracks not War
and this is the way the long road Ends Not with a bang but a whimper
poem by Jerome Moore
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4. Its Crackers
Twenty four gold Christmas crackers
Wrapped with a pretty red bow
Placed on the table for Christmas
To brighten things up don’t you know
All guests get seated together
With comments on such a fine spread
But should they pull crackers to start with
Or leave them till later instead
The children decide for the grown ups
Each one grabs a cracker and pull
Wide eyed they wait for the winners
But crackers were empty not full
Not one single comical riddle
A cheap plastic toy or crepe crown
All twenty four gold Christmas crackers
Left all of my guests with a frown
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Ins and outs
Ins and outs
Ins and outs of technology
Ins and outs of business
Are the phrases with which
Most of us familiar
An individual’s experience and
Learning skills
Attendant with excellent execution
Make an individual
An expert in the ins and outs
Of a particular technology or business
A person too has ins and outs
Outs are those
Which get exhibited by the person’s
Talking and doing
While ins normally remain
Closed and only some close
Family members and friends
Are given to know it
Judging a person by the outs displayed
May prove wrong
As person is just his or her ins
Ins are mainly intensions
And often they are not made clear
Ins are displayed with masks
Guised often to be noble and humane
The mismatch between ins and outs
Makes an individual
Face conflicts within
And at times it goes beyond control
Though every one has a right to
Nurse ins and keep within
People of exemplary character
Display their ins
And they enjoy a perfect bliss
As they face no conflicts within
There is no need for them
To keep balancing
As they themselves are balanced
Basically the better match, if not a total match,
Between ins and outs
The happier you stay
With least time spent on
Resolving conflicts within
As a innocent child
Talk what you intend
And do what you talk
So that you remain
Comfortable with you
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Last Balloon
The last balloon is leaving, the last balloon from fear
The last balloon is leaving, form that line right here
Climb aboard, climb aboard you menfolk
You wont need any bombs or knives
Climb aboard, climb aboard you menfolk
Leave all that to your former lives
Drop it all
The last balloon is leaving, the last balloon of all
The last balloon is leaving, undress, discard, let fall
Climb aboard, climb aboard you women
You wont need any gems or furs
Climb aboard, climb aboard you women
Leave all that to the bad old years
Drop it all
The last balloon is leaving, the last balloon theyll fly
The last balloon is leaving and we wont qualify
Climb aboard, climb aboard you children
Move aloft, while youre fleet and fast
Climb aboard, climb aboard you children
Were weighed down by our evil past
Drop us all, you should drop us all
Drop us all and free your hand
Drop us all, you should drop us all
Drop us all like so much sand
song performed by by Xtc
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Into The Happy New Year (Catena Rondo)
There was some rain earlier in this dark night,
outside rockets again do whoosh and thump
in through the open window the cat jumps,
there was some rain earlier in this dark night;
outside rockets continually whoosh and thump,
crackers go bam, bam, ka-boom and ka-boom
dogs bark in fear, howl hysteric outside my room
outside rockets continually whoosh and thump,
crackers go bam, bam, ka-boom and ka-boom
and it is old year’s day that’s almost gone
while the brand New Year is now rushing on,
crackers go bam, bam, ka-boom and ka-boom
and it is old year’s day that’s almost gone
at half-past eleven the neighbours celebrate
a new message my cell-phone indicate
and it is old year’s day that’s almost gone,
at half-past eleven the neighbours celebrate
while they jollily loudly dance and sing
and with their music my ears do ring
at half-past eleven the neighbours celebrate
while they jollily loudly dance and sing
as if the New Year does hold something great
and not a moment longer they can wait,
while they jollily loudly dance and sing
as if the New Year does hold something great;
very later things quiet somewhat down
and in sleep I am coming to my own,
as if the New Year does hold something great
very later things quiet somewhat down
until at three a car hoots across the street
as if it wants the neighbourhood to meet,
very later things quiet somewhat down
until at three a car hoots across the street,
as if all my resolutions and patience to test,
the dogs, the cat and I get some rest
until at three a car hoots across the street,
as if all my resolutions and patience to test
before a thunderbolt crashes electric blue,
blazing at my eyes with its terrible white hue
as if all my resolutions and patience to test,
before a thunderbolt crashes electric blue
there was some rain earlier in this dark night,
people laugh at the car’s bright lights
before a thunderbolt crashes electric blue;
there was some rain earlier in this dark night,
outside rockets again do whoosh and thump,
in through the open window the cat jumps,
there was some rain earlier in this dark night.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Every Body Is So Engrossed In Merry Making
The festival of light
Depaawali has come
Everyone is having good fun
Sweets
And mouth watering
Dishes
Are filling their appetite
Crackers and fire work
Are making
Young and old happy
Who are not bothered?
About the pollution
They are causing
Every body is so engrossed
In merry making
They are even forgetting
The poor and hungry
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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A Pain In The Ass
I am too moved to be moved
Too hungry to be hungry.
Every day I live a stranger to myself,
A riddle boxed in mystery,
Why I survive I cannot tell.
I was a proud Nigerian,
Dead yet living.
My pride, a victim,
Of assassination by my folks.
Bombed out of me, yet I live,
In the gory of senseless glory
Many prides massacred the bokoharam ways,
How I am surviving I can tell not,
Fears, I feel no more;
No boldness comes my way
But brick wall of fear I become
The one in me, I feel,
Turns the one outside dwarfs.
The fire is intense on the roof,
Yet the house owner smiles and dines.
Popping of guns, our fire crackers,
The Kaboom of bombs our drums!
Welcome to the party!
poem by Stephen Olufemi Omolara
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Say a Prayer for Darfur (Revised)
Say a Prayer for Darfur (Revised) (Warning for Mature Audience, violence depicted)
Darfur, yesterday,
Cozy, thatched huts,
Shining in the sun, nestled in the sand.
Darfur, yesterday,
Brightly-garbed, graceful women, friendly, strong men.
And the children…
The children,
Running and leaping,
Playing and laughing.
Today, a grinning skull
Hangs like the moon,
Over a gutted Darfur.
For Death came to Darfur,
Draped with murder and mayhem,
Wrapped in hate, lusting for power, land and oil…
Death came to Darfur,
On the backs of camels, driving trucks,
Wielding fire, sticks, bullets and bombs.
Today, behold, Darfur,
Burned, charred huts, starving children,
Dead bodies baking in the sun,
Untold numbers of women raped,
A tiny baby beaten to death,
Rumors of school children being burned alive!
Villagers locked in their huts and cremated, alive.
Children with noses cut off and eyes pulled out,
The village of Labado lies like an agonized, charred corpse.
Come, weep with me,
Pray with me,
For Death camps in Darfur!
poem by Mary Naylor
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She was stubborn
We were fighting numbers
I exactly recollect and remember
Mother had left some crackers
I accepted it like joker
I was fooled to believe
That cracker were over
The festival of light* (Dipawali) was coming on
The shopkeeper had closed shop and gone
In fact mother was afraid
I may pick up powerful crackers that were laid
It was plan they both had hatched and put in
I was given less powerful crackers much to my grin
I picked up one of unexploded cracker
It looked as if was not ignited proper
As soon as I picked up it in hand
It exploded and gave thick smoke of smoke and sand
I just closed the eyes and sat down
Eyes were getting big light circles unknown
They feared some partial blindness may take place
I was hurriedly taken to check up the case
Some of the fesivals certainly need precaution
Why this had occurred to me out of any relation?
Some of the festivals are celebrated with much fun fare
Elders think so much and do not allow the kids to dare
Mother took me to embrace as she was little worried
I consoled her as if nothing had happened
It was just a casual recurrence
She was assured everything with confidence
She smile with much of satisfaction
I was happy too with her indication
She was kind, generous and stubborn
Nothing could move her with little concern
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Arithmetic
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
head.
Arithmet ic tell you how many you lose or win if you know how
many you had before you lost or won.
Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children go to heaven -- or five
six bundle of sticks.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand
to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and
you can look out of the window and see the blue sky -- or the
answer is wrong and you have to start all over and try again
and see how it comes out this time.
If you take a number and double it and double it again and then
double it a few more times, the number gets bigger and bigger
and goes higher and higher and only arithmetic can tell you
what the number is when you decide to quit doubling.
Arithmetic is where you have to multiply -- and you carry the
multiplication table in your head and hope you won't lose it.
If you have two animal crackers, one good and one bad, and you
eat one and a striped zebra with streaks all over him eats the
other, how many animal crackers will you have if somebody
offers you five six seven and you say No no no and you say
Nay nay nay and you say Nix nix nix?
If you ask your mother for one fried egg for breakfast and she
gives you two fried eggs and you eat both of them, who is
better in arithmetic, you or your mother?
poem by Carl Sandburg
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There Must Be Another Way!
The dream began... I stood alone
Inside a hotel room...
Outside the window, bombs were blown,
Atomic, I presume.
Too late to change, too late to stop,
The distant death drew near.
More bombs above and then to drop,
No place to hide my fear.
I looked away, no time to run,
No chance that I'd survive.
So I stood still, for death had won -
No soul would stay alive.
The second dream... another place...
At home, with family.
The midnight hour and more disgrace...
More bombs that night to see.
Both dreams foretold our worst nightmares.
Defenceless day and night!
To live on Earth where no-one cares,
Yet each side thinks it's right!
Some say that World War's on the brink!
Destruction's aftermath!
How low can Mankind truly sink?
Behold our epitaph!
Unless God opens up our eyes,
Hell-bent we'll surely be!
While God alone is truly wise,
Our folly's plain to see!
Atomic bombs! We must be mad!
It's genocide not war!
We don't need school to show we're bad!
We're rotten to the core!
That's why we must be born again...
Repent, believe and pray!
Before Christ comes, we know not when,
THERE MUST BE ANOTHER WAY!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Universal Wheels
(natures retalliation)
All the fields are
Smoke and flame, fire in the sky
Its a state of emergency
Much more than meets the eye
Just hide away your tears
There are many more hidden fears
As the universal wheels
Go round n round n round
Rivers of pollution
Taking life from living things
Running out of oxygen
There is no way to win
We ignore the signs of nature
Got to learn to live beside her
As the universal wheels
Go round n round n round
Better take good care of
All the things you say and do
Round n round n round ...
Look out for the warning sign
Now its up to you
Theres a mighty eight point six
Waiting in the ground
When she opens up
This world will humble to the sound
There is only one real power
Creating life by the hour
See the universal wheels
See the universal wheels
See the universal wheels
Go round n round n round ...
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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College Kids
Someone please save us, us college kids!
What my parents told me is what I did
They said go to school and be a college kid
But in the end I question why I did
Im poor, Im starving, Im flat broke, Ive got no cash to spend
Sell all my books for front row tickets to dave matthews band
My girlfriends at another school, I know this year will test her
I called, found out she had three other boyfriends last semester
And thats why I say
Oh no! not for me, not for me
Call it torture, call it university
No! arts and crafts is all I need
Ill take calligraphy and then Ill make a fake degree
80 grand later I found out that all that I had learned
Is that you should show up to take your finals and your midterms
The party scene is kinda mean, I think its sick and twisted
The navy showed up at my dorm and claimed that I enlisted
And thats why I say
Oh no! not for me, not for me
Call it torture, call it university
No! arts and crafts is all I need
Ill take calligraphy and then Ill make a fake degree
Dont get excited. shell say no without a doubt you see
And Ive decided college girls just wont go out with me
They make me nervous and they always catch me off my guard
Like cell phone services I drop out cause college is too hard
Its time to call my father
Cause its his alma mater
Good grades arent what they seem
I think he knows the dean
Its time to call my father
Cause its his alma mater
He says hes proud of me
But college always was his dream
And I would always say its not for me
Oh no! not for me, not for me
Call it torture, call it university
No! arts and crafts is all I need
Ill take calligraphy and then Ill make a fake degree
Someone please save us, us college kids!
What my parents told me is what I did
They said go to school and be a college kid
But in the end I question why I did
Do what will make you happy
Do what you feel is right
Only but one thing matters
Learn how to live your life
[in background:]
(phi, beta, delta, cappa
Someone please save us, us college kids!
What my parents told me is what I did
They said go to school and be a college kid
But in the end I question why I did)
Do what will make God happy
Do what you feel is right
Only but one thing matters
Learn how to live your life
song performed by by Relient K
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The Sound Of Sadness
it is not the crackers
crisp and
deafening such that
you cannot hear
a movie script
such that you cannot
figure out what the lead says
it is the sound of the wind leaving
the treetops
passing through a door which is already closed
it is the hush from a mouth
sealed forever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Christmas Wishes
Here’s wishing you all a happy time,
On Jesus’ birth, let celebrations swing,
Hear all the bells begin to chime,
And listen with joy to the carolling.
Presents wrapped up and tied with bows,
Everyone is such a chosen gift.
Crackers filled with fun mottoes,
Giving every tired heart a lift.
Santa comes visiting on his sleigh,
Boys and girls, their presents bring.
And as on that Royal child’s birthday,
We send praises to the new born king.
Wishes too, for a good New Year.
Peace, love and happiness abound.
And for you and all those that you hold dear,
May God’s blessings always shine around.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Bombay
'Bomb-Bay'!
Of the bomb attacks on the Hotels in Bombay like 'Bomb-Bay';
But, why should some people kill others?
Our body needs fuel than bombs,
This life needs peace than bombs,
So try to be a role model to others than killing them.
Don't force them to eat what they don't want to,
And don't throw bombs around to kill the people around you;
For, why should i congratulate you of your bomb attacks? ! !
Life is very peacefully so,
Live and let us live too!
And, why throw the bombs against others to kill them?
Bombs in Bombay,
Why should the sweet fragrance of your love be destroyed always?
Why should the negative people around us always carry along bombs?
For words cannot express my sorrow and,
I will never forget this day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Remain among
Along with the rest
Today is festival of lights
We shall celebrate it with joy and rights
Complete home will be illuminated
Well decorated with clean walls and pained
Whole of country is in jovial mood
Many in remote parts may be without food
Curse the crackers sound as cruel joke
Dream is visualized in thick smoke
Poverty is inherited with his blessings
Life is short of something and missing
Some are blessed with sun’s light
Some may be sleeping on sky’s dark delight
It has nothing to do with festival
They have definite message on their arrival
It is sincere wish to cross over to sunny side
From dark to bright even though the gulf will be wide
Millions of rupees may be spent just on big sounds
Sky may be lighted with sirens and star rounds
It will be filled with only smoke and gas all over
Poor may be watching it on ground without any cover
It has nothing to with somebody’s good fortune
They have everything an d delight it with favorable tune
Poor man’s belly will develop only cramps
H will sleep empty stomach much to the light of our lamps
If some of us can ignite little hope for future
Assure them of little hut as God’s creature
Some respect to assuage feeling and little care
He may surely be delighted with complete star
It may look ridiculous to advise or suggest
But it is long drawn battle and simple quest
If we can walk along with the rest
All the festivals and crackers may sound very best
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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These Winter Sundays
Chinese New Year Eve
i would always hear those banned
crackers blasting away
the old year at the stroke of twelve
- welcoming the new year
by breaking the law
at the first opportunity -
but then Chinese new year
is about frightening away
the nian monster with the ear
splitting sound of fire crackers
as well as to create all the
excitements for the new year
new year though always dawns
on me as if the mystical dragon
has swallowed its fiery ball
to leave the day without light and colours
a jazz piece without its saxophone
and scintillating piano notes
a white world without the
wonderful tanginess of black
Inspired by
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
Robert Hayden
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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He who can predict winning numbers should not set off fire crackers.
Happy Diwali, 2011
I cannot wish with flowers,
For they belong to God;
I cannot wish with sweet foods,
For they are man-made all!
I cannot wish with rare gifts,
For they may not be apt;
I cannot wish with greetings,
For they are soon forgot!
I cannot wish with crackers,
For they make noise and smoke;
I cannot wish with clothes new,
For they can lose their charm!
But I can wish with words of love,
Those come straight from my heart;
Today, good won o’er evil;
Let’s share this truth by art!
Let light prevail o’er darkness,
And illumine this world;
Let love of human life spread,
And glorify the Lord!
‘Happy Diwali,2011’
To, Management, Staff and Students
From, Dean Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
IRT Perundurai Medical College & School of Nursing, Perundurai, Erode, TN
Copyright by Dr John Celes 24-10-'11
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