One will find oneself as…
Important to sea-men,
Indifferent to shore-men
And binding to its service men,
Stands there a mammoth lighthouse.
Holy to devotees,
Silly to atheists
And a handy to gods men,
Stands there a temple.
Something to some,
Nothing to some,
A nuisance to some,
One will find oneself as.
16.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On The Outside Looking In
The peels of laughter emulate from within
and he stands on the outside forever looking in.
He stands the stranger, which no one wants to know.
Sadness always etched across his brow
with a lonely heart beating inside.
He sees the smiles radiate from within
while he stands alone
always on the outside looking in.
The one who stands apart from any joyous crown
with only tears and a lonely heart.
He is the one who never is invited
to parties at anytime,
but has to watch from outside a window
on the outside always looking in.
He is that someone everyone reject as a friend.
One day he can only hope and tables will turn.
Until that day arrives
and his loneliness evaporates he will remain
the one who stands
on the outside always looking in.
14 May 2010
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Status and guilt
Status stands not in the way
For a man to stoop low
To negotiate with a woman,
With his eyes on her flesh.
Guilt stands in the way
For a woman to accept a man,
However worthier he might be.
It is handy for a woman
To corner a man if she decides..
10.02.2002, Cbe
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Shrine Of Jagannath
Women devotees proceed towards Lord Jagannath with profound pleasure
Bhagavana Jagannath satisfies dedicated, honest devotees’ desire
Bhagavana Jagannath, Sister Subhadra, Brother Valabhadra
Attract crowds of devotees at eve as well as morn:
Beautiful looks each of November’s early dawn.
Deepas illuminate Bhagavana Jagannath’s temple-shrine;
Devotees drink the nectar of love as drunkards drink wine.
Fragrance of Jasmines pervades the whole environment.
In devotees are roused waves of devotion and merriment.
On Mother Mahalaxmee’s serene, sanctified, solitary shrine
The Sun-God showers bright rays or sunlight and sunshine.
Devotees fall at the holy feet of Mahalaxmee the Mother;
With wealth and prosperity the Mother blesses the Bhaktas.
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Vava Akhandalamanee Vavroovahana Patra
Vava Ahandalamanee attracts devotees;
Very beautiful looks the temple, distributes delight.
Vagabond boys become devotees on the shrine;
Victorious become women, men drinking the nectar of God as wine.
Vernal breeze kisses God’s temple delightfully;
Virginal offer garlands of champaks reverentially.
Visitors enjoy the beauty of the shrine gleefully;
Vivid beauty of the temple allures distant devotees enthusiastically.
Vices of women, men evaporate chanting hymns before the altar;
Virtue of devotees enhances in the lap of Nature.
Vital thing of life is God’s Bliss;
Vhagavana Shiva (God) fulfills all innocent devotees’ wish.
Vaiskyas(business men) donate money for shrines development;
Various fragrance flowers delight devotees with enchantment.
Valor of devotees increases reciting God’s name peacefully;
Value of life dazzles in society distinctly.
Veda’s hymns reverberate in the environment;
Vibration of spiritual songs brings merriment.
Verses of poets echo, bring enchantment;
Vhagavana(God) attracts devotees to remain pleasant.
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Peace
Beautiful looks ‘Patitapavana Bana’(Temple’s Flag) from a distant;
In devotees pervades rays of love, merriment.
Chanting hymns devotees dance with joy;
Devotees surrender on the lotus feet with gay.
The supreme power is the Director, operator of the universe.
Creatures exist on Earth with his bliss.
Stars twinkle in the sky;
Plants, creatures live with gay.
Moon smiles in the distant firmament;
In Earthy creatures plays waves of merriment.
Beauteous looks the distant mountain;
Beauteously flows the wavy dazzling fountain.
Purity, sanctity, serenity, tranquility reigns on the shrine;
Devotees enjoy the beauty as drunkards to wine.
Cordiality, fraternity embraces the devotees;
In devotees plays lightening delight.
God embraces the real devotee;
Provides Eternal peace, Delight.
God’s temple is the Heaven on Earth;
Eternally smiles the temple, a brook of mirth.
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There She Stands
When the night
Seems to say
All hope is lost
Gone away
But I know
I'm not alone
By the light
She stands
There she waves
Faithful friend
Shimmering stars
Westward wind
Show the way
Carry me
To the place
She stands
Just when you think it might be over
Just when you think the fight is gone
Someone will risk his life to raise her
There she stands
There she flies
Clear blue skies
Reminds us with red
Of those that died
Washed in white
By the grave
In their strength
She stands
When evil calls itself a martyr
When all your hopes come crashing down
Someone will pull her from the rubble
There she stands
We've seen her flying torn and tattered
We've seen her stand the test of time
And through it all the fools have fallen
There she stands
By the dawn's
Early light
And through the fight
She stands
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A Copper Plated Poseidon
A copper plated Poseidon stands testament to the immortality of the Gods.
Water runs smooth shivers down his spine. Black swans soaked in morning
Dew drift upon the wings of one another nearby. Close to the scene stands a memorial
To all those souls sent to the slaughter of the Somme. A church stands,
Un-forgiving in grandeur, concave mirrors flip reality upon the slip side.
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RADHAKRUSHNA Vavroovahna Patra
Vernal Breeze kisses Radhakrushna's temple daily;
Valentine's Day brings love in guys, girls gladly.
Various fragrant blossoms, flowers allure gaily;
Virgins entice boys on the temple shrine peacefully.
Very beautiful looks Kalia's temple on Earth;
Visitors, devotees, poets enjoy the beauty with mirth.
Vivid heavenly beauty of the temple attracts poets naturally;
Virtuous women, men pray Radhakrushna devotionally.
Veda's hymns reverberate on the shrine;
Vhagavana adorns the shrine with sun shine.
Vibration of devotional songs enchants the devotees;
Verses of poets provide peace, delight.
Veda's hymn vibrates in the environment;
Vibration of devotional songs brings merriment.
Vhagavana entices poets to the shrine cordially.
Various flowers fragrance enchants devotees mind gaily.
Valuable time passes singing Kalia's songs devotionally.
Vagabond boys become devotees on the shrine automatically.
Value of life dazzles in society beholding Kalia daily.
Vices of women, men evaporate singing his songs devotionally.
Valley of peace vibrates with Radhakrushna's songs miraculously;
Visiting spiritual shirne devotees derive peace gaily.
Valley's gods and goddesses attract devotees daily;
Valiant poets, devotees pray Kalia in vernal morn delightfully.
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The Temple
The temple stands in ruins,
neglected and overgrown,
ravaged by time.
Once it stood proud
and lovers gathered there,
but now it stands crumpled beyond repair
that love ceases to go there anymore
as it slowly disappears into the dust
from which it was born.
15 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Swan Lee
Swan lee got up at the running foot pow-wow,
Heading from the fire to his waiting canoe.
Chattering squaw untied the wigwam door,
The chief blew smoke rings two by two!
The land in silence stands...
Swan lee, his boat by the bank in the darkness,
Loosened the rope in the creek is entwined.
A feather from the wing of a wild young eagle,
Pointed to the land where his fortune he'd find
The land in silence stands
Swan lee paddled on from the land of his fathers,
His eyes scanned the undergrowth on either side.
From the shore hung a hot, heavy, creature infested
Tropic, swan lee had a bow by his side
The land in silence stands
Swan lee kept time, half on land, half on water,
Grizzly bear and raccoon his fare.
He followed his ears to the great water fall,
Swan lee knew deep down that his squaw was there!
The land in silence stands....
Suddenly the rush of the mighty great thunder,
Confronted swan lee as his song he sang,
In the dawn, with his squaw, he was battling homewards
It was all written down by long silas lang.
The land in silence stands...
The land in silence stands...
The land in silence stands.
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Wonder
U Stands! U stands!
And I
And I
I wing
Spaceless timeless lost my way
U stands! U stands!
And
Raging bearishly shrieks myself
I
Bears my very self!
U!
U!
U binds time
U bends the circle
U souls the spirit
U gazes the look
U
Circles the whirled
The whorled
The world!
I
Circle the all
and u
and u
U
Stand
The
Wondrous
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Stand in The Rain
She stands bellow the tree,
As she looks out towards the sea.
Her eyes see the blue, yet her mind is lost,
It has left her on it's journey remembering what it lost.
The breeze blows though her dark crimson hair,
And still she does not blink, she only stares.
She stares though nothing only seeing pain,
The pain that has left her standing in the rain.
The rain falls around her on the sea,
Yet still she stands under the tree,
It will not leave her, it will not go,
What she has seen will never go,
She will always remain alone,
She remains in the wind as it moans,
She feels movement of the air,
Yet she does not hear it, she does not fear,
Se fears not the storm, only the pain,
She stands by the side of the sea, stands in the rain.
She stands here, still,
As the pain begons to kill.
She stands and looks past her heart through the pain,
As she stands in the rain.
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Gods
The ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond and jade,
Sit silently on their temple shelves
While the people
Are afraid.
Yet the ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond-jade,
Are only silly puppet gods
That the people themselves
Have made.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Delight Vavroovahana Patra
Moon smiles in the distant firmament:
In Earthy creatures plays waves of merriment.
Beauteous looks the distant mountain:
Melodiously flows the wavy dazzling fountain.
Purity, sanctity, serenity, tranquillity reigns on the shrine:
Devotees enjoy the beauty as drunkards to wine.
Cordiality, fraternity embrace the devotees:
In devotees plays lightening of delight.
Bhagavana embraces the real devotee:
Provides Eternal Peace and Delight.
Bhagavan’s temple is the Heaven on Earth:
Eternally smiles the temple, a Brook of Mirth.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Men are overbearing
Insurance agents are a nuisance.
Sales representatives are a nuisance.
We hate them for their overbearing.
Women also bars men on this count
09.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shavara Shreekhetra Vavroovahana Patra
Shavara shreekhetra smiles at Koraput;
Serenity pervades with delight.
Sanctity attracts the devotee;
Solitude enhances gaiety.
Silence reigns in the temple shrine;
Shrine is a nectar to devotees as drunkards to wine.
Steps by steps devotees proceed delightfully;
Spectacle of the temple attracts devotees gaily.
Stream of love flows on the shrine;
Silently devotees drink the nectar as drunkard’s wine.
Sanctified shrine’s women after Deepa’s light on the altar;
Sandal’s fragrance enchants all creatures.
Sun beam Kisses the shrine delightfully;
Soul derives Eternal Peace gaily.
Spring plays in the Shrine enthusiastically;
Saintly devotees chant Jagannath’s hymns gaily.
Sky is transparent, blue, beautiful;
Sanctum sanctorium endowed with flowers is mirthful.
Smile of devotees is a Brook of Purity;
Sisters and Brothers chant God’s hymns with gaiety.
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A Light in the Dark
Out in the swell of the deep blue
The ships out on the sea
Sail with confidence in the night,
Sail on fearlessly.
For in the back of their mind they know
That on many a rocky shore
Stands their solid protector
When the waves do roar.
And so the lighthouse does its job,
Each and every one.
All of them different in design
But for the lighted beacon.
Visiting them is a reminder to all
How wonderful it is to see
That all the lighthouses that still stand
Are the seamen's serenity.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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0017 And Where The Joy
This, then, the question
for those whom it may concern –
to find a celebration in oneself
that, as outer is, so inner;
that all truth rests within oneself –
for where else can it be found?
to love oneself – for oneself must be loveable,
or none other could be loved for true;
to know all happiness to be within;
to celebrate all this; the world a constant joy;
to find this celebration in oneself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Poor Devotees
Some I begged of; some I bribed; I came up.
Some I hired; some I paid; I have come big.
For all I get money from my devotees.
Godliness is holy to devotees, not to me.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One evening I see a thing
One evening
I see a thing
that let’s my blood boil,
while I watch the news
on the television set.
I know a bold man
without hair
that stands before a big crowd,
his country, the world
and the God of gods
and lays his hand
on the holy black book
and lies a promise down and gives a solemn oath
to be true to his country and fellow man.
His government drove me to Angola
and back again
and all of the oppressed
really did have to get freedom,
but where did he stay
his brother’s keeper?
Now it seems
that he really doesn’t have a clue
about how a white man
with a degree and lots of experience
has difficulty
to find a permanent job at forty five
and to put food on the table
and all of government
falls apart
through people that have no clue
how to do their work.
Thousands of rands of tax
are subtracted from my contract work
and tax pays
his fat pension.
I want to blister
like a hot potato,
because he has the impudence
to say something about affirmative action
and I pray for him
and ask God to change him
and for him to be blessed,
as it is the way
that my mother taught me
to do to my enemies.
My contract is finished
and I have to find another job
and from that,
he stands totally free.
poem by Gert Strydom
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