Pseudo faith
The little boy complained to his father
Of his brother, who had beaten him.
Subsided his rages in his belief
That his father would punish him.
The God came into being thus
To the people who invoked Him
Whenever they were helpless,
Crippled with fear to solve for them.
Whether or not He punishes the guilty,
Whether or not He rewards the devotees,
The devotee feels relieved of anxiety
And is unburdened to go on tranquility.
26.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No cause is independent.
Cause and effect is the law of Karma.
Cause is the effect of another cause.,
As father is the child of another father.
How am I alone held for my deed in a cycle?
.5.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Father Of Night
Father of night, father of day,
Father, who taketh the darkness away,
Father, who teacheth the bird to fly,
Builder of rainbows up in the sky,
Father of loneliness and pain,
Father of love and father of rain.
Father of day, father of night,
Father of black, father of white,
Father, who build the mountain so high,
Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky,
Father of time, father of dreams,
Father, who turneth the rivers and streams.
Father of grain, father of wheat,
Father of cold and father of heat,
Father of air and father of trees,
Who dwells in our hearts and our memories,
Father of minutes, father of days,
Father of whom we most solemnly praise.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 35
In conformity with the above sentiments an affair of importance emerged to a padshah, who thereon vowed that, if it terminated according to his wishes, he would present devotees with a certain sum of money. His wish having been fulfilled, it became necessary to keep his promise. Accordingly he gave a purse of dirhems to one of his confidential servants to distribute it among recluses. It is related that the slave was intelligent and shrewd. He walked about all day and returning at nightfall, kissed the dirhems and deposited them before the king with the remark that he had not found any devotees. The king rejoined: ‘What nonsense is this? As far as I know there are four hundred devotees in this town. He said: ‘Lord of the world, who is a devotee does not accept money and who accepts it is not a devotee.’ The king smiled and said to his courtiers: ‘Despite of my wishing to do good to this class of worshippers of God, this rogue bears them emnity and thwarts my wish but truth is on his side.’
If a devotee has taken dirhems and dinars
Find another who is more a devotee than he.
What's Going On
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today - Ya
Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
Oh, what's going on
What's going on
Ya, what's going on
Ah, what's going on
In the mean time
Right on, baby
Right on
Right on
Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply because our hair is long
Oh, you know we've got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today
Oh
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
What's going on
Ya, what's going on
Tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's going on - Uh
Right on baby
Right on baby
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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My brother, his own father.
I have a brother,
When he was young, He was carefree,
I have a brother,
All grown up now, no more not free
I have a brother,
Who struggles to survive
I have a brother, at times be vain
Took my father in, took my father's pain.
I have a brother,
Who takes care of my mother,
Bless him, my brother,
He became his own father.
Copyright Philo Yan August 25,2012
In Prayer to You
Thank you, My Father
For all that You've done for me.
For all that you've done for me...
I thank You, My Father.
Thank you, My Father
For all that You've done for me.
For all that you've done for me...
I thank You, My Father.
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
For all that you've done for me.
In the early morning hours,
When I arise to greet the Sun...
I feel blessed and prepared,
With such gratefulness...
In prayer to You.
This I must do!
And when noon approaches...
No matter what I have done,
Before that time comes...
That may create a disturbance,
I did not invite nor did I make.
I find time to show it is You I appreciate.
In prayer to You.
This I must do!
Whether or not...
Thunder storms roar,
Or rain drops fall to pitter and pat.
Thank you, My Father
For all that You've done for me.
For all that you've done for me...
I thank You, My Father.
And at the oncoming of Sunset...
Not one moment do I forget,
The power of Your presence...
That showers the blessings,
From You I get!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
In prayer to You.
This I must do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What's Going On
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
Far too many of you die
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Father, father
We don't need to escalate
War is not the answer
Only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
What's goin' on
What's goin' on
What's goin' on
What's goin' on
Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong
But who are they to judge us
Simply 'cause our hair is long
You know we've got to find a way
To bring understandin' here today
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
What's goin' on
What's goin' on
What's goin' on
What's goin' on
song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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What's Going On
Bono: Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Chris: Brother, brother, brother
There's too many of you dying
You know you've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here to stay
Bono: Father, father
We don't need to escalate
And war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
Chris: You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here to stay
Picket lines won't block our way
Bono: Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me, and you can see
What's going on
What's going on
What's going on
What's going on
Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong
But who are they to judge us
Together we can be strong
Chris: You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here to stay
Picket lines won't block our way
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
What's going on, What's going on
What's going on, What's going on
What's going on, What's going on
What's going on, What's going on
song performed by by Coldplay
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Father Boy
Oh Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You didn’t see the signs
You didn’t hear a thing did you
Oh Father Boy, my dear
You didn’t see, you didn’t look, you didn’t listen either
You didn’t try to understand
You didn’t take the time
You weren’t a Father, Father Boy, you weren’t a Father, Father.
Oh Father Boy, Father Boy
When a Father has a Boy
To be a Father, Father see
You have to see the Boy
The Boy inside the Father
And the Father in the Boy
But Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You just didn’t pay attention
For a Boy to be a Father, Father
He cannot be a Father Boy.
(Previously published in Megaera, #4, Fall 2000)
poem by Laurence Overmire
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Shrine
Criminals, prostitutes, rapist on the shrine become devotees;
God Siva is the Deity of deities, the Almighty.
Fragrance of jasmines pervades in the environment;
In all devotees plays waves of merriment.
Hymns reverberate in the air;
God contents devotee’s desire.
Poets sing the glory of God day and night;
He fulfils their desire with delight.
God shows the right path;
Chanting hymns devotees glorify the birth.
Life passes with prosperity;
All dedicated devotees derive delight.
Brook of tranquility flows on Earth;
Peasants, poets delight with mirth.
All surrender on the feet of Almighty;
Chaste women enchant with gaiety.
God is the creator, operator destructor;
According to good deeds fulfils all devotees’ desire.
His love is Eternal on Earth;
Is a perennial fountain of mirth.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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I Was The Child of The Night
I was the child of the night
Dark is my father
The moon is my mother
Star of stars was my sister
I was the child of the night
My father is a symbol of fear and helplessness
My mom is the charm
My sister is the beauty of the night
I was the child of night who afraid of the dark night
Mom, please tell to father i would not like the darkness
But my mother said, need not be afraid, my daughter, my light will always protect you from the dark night.
I always give you a glimmer of light in the darkness.
And see your sister, she was very beautiful among the dark of night.
My daughter, the darkness is tranquility.
Many people would like stay in it although it will make them are scared and helpless because
They are find peace in the darkness.
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.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Omnipresence
Men and woman pray God hither and thither;
He is omnipresent everywhere.
A real devotee derives the bliss of Almighty;
Concentrates on the benevolent Deity.
God is omnipresent in the atmosphere;
Blessth the devotees, contents their desires.
Is omnipresent in the distant firmament;
In all devotees penetrates rays of merriment.
A real devotee sees God everywhere;
God blessth him with Divine power.
Assassinates criminals, antisocial, monsters;
Protecting devotees administers all creatures.
Man derives peace chanting hymns day and night;
He is an Ocean of Delight.
Man prays God on the temple-Shrine;
Real devotee drinks the nectar of Divinity as drunkards to wine.
O Devotees! Come! Chant honeyed hymns on the Shrine;
Drink the nectar of sweet name as drunkards to wine.
Derive the bliss of Almighty;
Like on Earth with Delight.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Land of Love Vavroovahana Patra
Lord Jagannath is all creatures’ Deity;
Land of the shrine is a perennial Beauty.
Lake of peace quenches thirst of devotee;
Lotus smiles on the altar with delight.
Lily is fragrance pervades in the environment;
Ladies and gentlemen enchant with merriment.
Lovely God blessth devotees day and night;
Loving devotees chant God’s hymns with delight.
Long lasting love is a brook of nectar;
Liberal honest devotees drink love’s nectar.
Liberality reigns in the environment;
Lovers of God enchant with merriment.
Lam and lad pray for Divine Bliss;
Lord hears their prayers, fulfils wish.
Life of devotee becomes glories;
Lapping devotees the shrine is beauteous.
Lighting love’s candle devotees delight;
Life is surrendered on the feet of Almighty.
Lightening of love penetrates in devotees;
Listening God’s hymns devotees dance with delight.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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A Man That I Loved So Much
Since I was born,
I love him so much
I see him everyday I wake up
Cooking my breakfast,
Fixing my Lunch, and
Taking care of my younger brother
I know he's fantastic, perfect, and kind...
He may be a hero like superman., , ,
But for me he will remain as my father
no matter what may happen
I just want to tell everyone
how good it feels to have a father
I'm so honored to have a father
poem by xHeLeEn aShiyA
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Rednecks unite!
My father is my brother
My sister, with three ears,
Is his significant other.
My sister is my mother
And somehow, also my brother
My father's father am I
The vile thought makes me shudder.
Grandma was a mule,
Grandfather's sperm, she used as fuel
A french aristrocrat,
Made love to my mother, for he prefered his women fat
A letter written for my eyes
Containing news of demine
Said my true mother was some other
And my father, not her brother.
Jubilant and joyous,
My wife is what used to by my sister.. Or brother?
poem by Thy Mother
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Family Man
Written by lindsey buckingham and richard dashut.
Walk down this road
When the road gets rough
I fall down
I get up
I am what I am...
A family man
I am what I am...
A family man
Mother... father... brother...
Mother... father... brother...
Walk down this road
In the cool of the night
Dont know whats wrong
But I do know whats right
I am what I am...
A family man
I am what I am...
A family man
Mother... father... brother...
Mother... father... brother...
I am what I am...
A family man
I am what I am...
A family man
Mother... father... brother...
Mother... father... brother...
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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My Father Was A Loser
My Father Was A Loser.
My Father Was A Punk.
My Father Was Abussive.
My Father Was A Drunk.
My Father Was Stricked.
My Father Was Mean.
My Father Did Drugs.
My Father Was A Feen.
On My 13th Birthday, My Father Left My Mom.
Ever Since Then, My Life Became Calm.
poem by Tania Nuno
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Lord’s Feet Vavroovahana Patra
Lord Jagannath’s temple is beautiful;
Lovely devotees are delightful.
Lady devotees chant hymns delightfully;
Love reigns on the shrine, devotees dance gaily.
Light on the shrine illuminate the altar;
Lord Jagannath contents devotee’s desire.
Life is surrendered on the feet of Almighty;
Little guys and girls roam with gaiety.
Luminous face of God attracts the devotee;
Lovely devotees surrender on Lotus feet with delight.
Lily smiles on the altar;
Lake of love tranquilises devotees, contents desire.
Lad prays God for prosperity;
Lady prays for a pure conjugal life gaudily.
Land of love entices all devotees;
Lives enchant with delight.
Leaves, blossoms, flowers endow the altar;
Lord fulfils all devotees’ desire.
Lap of God is cosy forever;
Lazy man becomes dutiful singing songs of Creature.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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O Faher O Father
O father o father your never a bother even though you’re my only father
o father o father
your always there
o father o father
your always a caring father
o father o father
your my father
o father o father
I love you has my father
poem by Jessica Lee Workman
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