Listening To Rwanda Genocide
In your azure eyes
I was teaching myself:
how to drown. What a nodal
agency to receive the award.
The ailing moon
will not come to my rescue.
The seized cloud had failed
to cry –
embarrassing the sidewalks. An
unfathomable legend.
A bloated name becomes the
mother of rapes.
At stake were all the crutches.
The tribal stain had a stark
reality. The basic instinct,
walks home to stand on the mount of bones.
poem by Satish Verma
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To you, for you
I am human. I am skin all over hiding
The stark reality of bones and veins
I keep my blood as rivers inside me
My mind as the air and the sea
I am human. I am a continent. I am
An island hiding this passion and desire
Inside my territory. If by chance you come
And land on my shores, I am the port
The path, I am this garden, I am this grass
I am this cloud, I am the sun and the moon,
I am human. I am all the changes that you see
I am earth, I am water, I am fire. Come!
Enjoy the amenities of my mortality.
I am human. Take everything in me.
It is all yours because You are my God.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fortunately, the war has brought with it not alone a stark realization of what another war would mean to the world, but as well the creation of an international agency through which the nations of the world can, if they so desire, make peace a living reality.
quote by Cordell Hull
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Jeane
Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And i'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with its cupboards bare
Jeane
I'm not sure what happiness means
But i look in your eyes
And i know
Oh ...
That it isn't there
Oh, we tried, and we failed
Oh, we tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
Oh, jeane
There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
When you know it's a grave ?
Yet you still have that greedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it will never be clean
Jeane
We tried and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
And we tried
Oh ...
Cash on the nail
It's just a fairytale
Oh ...
And i don't believe in magic anymore
Jeane
But i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
Oh yes, i think you know the truth
Jeane
Oh ...
No heavenly choirs
Not for me and not for you
Because i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
I think you know the truth
Oh, jeane
We tried, and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
song performed by by Smiths
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Farming
In the harsh reality, of the fierceness of the land
the farmer walks over furrows of ploughed sand,
in the distance calves bellow, his eyes look at the blue,
if a rain cloud is appearing somewhere
but the sun scorches like an ach-enemy.
There are lumps of sand clinging together,
his crops are spread over a distance
when a light breeze only just touches the stubbles,
in the harsh reality.
This piece of ground, this farm has a strong bond with him,
he walks to a tractor with a flat tire,
see the sun growing faint in the west,
pray for rain, while he trusts in God
on the blessings from His almighty hand,
in the harsh reality.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Secret Of Nature! (Truth Hurts)
here comes the moon,
cheating with the stars when the sun is not arround,
however, it is a marriage that was never atall meant to be,
because the sun comes back home everymorning,
only to find that the moon is nowhere to be found,
the sun being the victim of hurt pain and resentment,
because everytime it comes back from a late shift,
expecting the dearly wife (The Moon)
to welcome him home with warmth and love, because alone the sun cannot create warmth for itself,
but reality is
the sun loves the monn!
the moon loves the stars,
and the stars are known to be the third party,
that which will always remain in the sun's heart (The Moon)
shall never be viewed by his eyes,
and for the love of the moon
it hurts!
the poor sun keeps coming back home,
hoping that the moon had come back,
but me, you, and i know exactly that reality is the truth that hurts,
because the sun will never see the moon again,
because he has never seen him before
he was never loved from the start
henceforth the resentment
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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A Tribute to Mothers
Greatest gift of nature
To human creature
Mother, mother and mother
She is the first teacher
Teaching you since you were a babbler
She understood you better than the best
Did every little things in your interest
Loving, caressing touch of a mother
During your waking and slumber
Forgetting your every misdeed
Giving you advice when you need
Her true love is unfathomable indeed
Answering all your queries, paying heed
The safest place is the lap of a mother
Your real resort for all weather
Mother is mother no poor or rich
She does whatever is in her reach
For your happiness and growth
Changing your bad habit like old cloth
Teaching you best manners and conduct
To make you best nature's product
This poem is a tribute to mothers
Read, enjoy and spread the message
O my friends, reader and dear brothers
Shashikant Nishant Sharma 'साहिल'
{The poem written on Mothers day on 13 May 2012 while roaming in Delhi with an old friend the ideas gathered and now its before you to read and review.}
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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Tribal
Chorus:
Tribal warriors!
Where do you stand in this battle cry tribal soldier?
Represent I and I jah jah warriors!
Repeat 4x
The reconstruction commences.
The soldiers equip for the lessons.
My life, a sacrifice is made new through these confessions.
Manifested, this joy is my desire.
Light this fire to flames.
Praise the name jehovah jireh.
Is my provider the truth that lives inside this fighter?
Take me higher, master, sire makes me a good rider.
Im gonna ride on down til I break through the front lines,
And aint going home until I gets mines.
Chorus:
Tribal warriors!
Where do you stand in this battle cry tribal soldier?
Represent I and I jah jah warriors!
Repeat 4x
I grab ahold of my second chance.
This time Im gonna make it last.
Left the world, came back an outcast.
To lay among the remains,
Through the trials and the pains.
Run for cover, make shelter, uncharted terrains.
Bloodstains light the paths to the ways of living breath.
My soul is put to the test.
Blessed with a mic in my hand.
Jah make straight my steps.
Then I hooked up with payable on death.
We flow in unity.
Stand in one while the foolish be,
Lost in this hour.
With power we have authority,
To overcome while these cowards just pick up and run.
Well we aint done til this battle has been fought and won.
This vitory, how sweet it be, is already ours.
Holding the stars, is the man that carries my scars.
Always the same, wear his name with no shame.
Here in this battle cry, we will never die.
We will never die tribal warriors
We will never die
We will never die tribal warriors
We will never die
We will never die
We will never die
I want to know!
Chorus:
Where do you stand in this battle cry tribal soldier?
Represent I and I jah jah warriors!
Repeat 4x
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Pointless It Is To Back Away
When choosing allies...
One should not do it with the same caution,
As excuses and alibis are done.
Difficult it is to run away from deception,
After advocating to shun someone...
With a joining of those,
Who have also been told to oppose.
Without a making of a conscious decision,
To be prepared to receive repercussions.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
Since many choose to be on the side,
Of what is perceive to be popular and fun.
With nothing that proves a reality comes,
To anyone until it is too late.
Only to leave those with a discovery,
Popularity is seldom on the side of truth!
Especially when people are seduced,
By trickery and foolishness used to attract.
And so many people are just like that.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drown In My Own Tears
WRITER HENRY GLOVER
It brings a tear, Into my eyes, When I begin, To realize, I've cried so much, Since you've been gone, I guess I'm drowning in my own tears, I sit and cry, Just like a child My pouring tears Are runnin' wild If you don't think You'll be home soon I guess I'll drown in my own tears I know it's true Into each life Some rain, rain must pour I'm so blue Here without you It keeps raining More and more Why don't you Come on home Oh yes so I won't Be all alone If you don't think You'll be home soon I guess I'll (drown in my own tears) Ooh, don't let me (drown in my own tears) When I'm in trouble, baby (drown in my own tears) Oh, yeah, baby don't let me (drown in my own tears) I guess I'll drown in my own tears Oh, mmmmm
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Moonchild
whatever slid into my mother's room that
late june night, tapping her great belly,
summoned me out roundheaded and unsmiling.
is this the moon, my father used to grin.
cradling me? it was the moon
but nobody knew it then.
the moon understands dark places.
the moon has secrets of her own.
she holds what light she can.
we girls were ten years old and giggling
in our hand-me-downs. we wanted breasts,
pretended that we had them, tissued
our undershirts. jay johnson is teaching
me to french kiss, ella bragged, who
is teaching you? how do you say; my father?
the moon is queen of everything.
she rules the oceans, rivers, rain.
when I am asked whose tears these are
I always blame the moon.
poem by Lucille Clifton
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A Voice On The Wind
I
She walks with the wind on the windy height
When the rocks are loud and the waves are white,
And all night long she calls through the night,
'O my children, come home!'
Her bleak gown, torn as a tattered cloud,
Tosses around her like a shroud,
While over the deep her voice rings loud,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'
II
Who is she who wanders alone,
When the wind drives sheer and the rain is blown?
Who walks all night and makes her moan,
'O my children, come home!'
Whose face is raised to the blinding gale;
Whose hair blows black and whose eyes are pale,
While over the world goes by her wail,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'
III
She walks with the wind in the windy wood;
The dark rain drips from her hair and hood,
And her cry sobs by, like a ghost pursued,
'O my children, come home!'
Where the trees loom gaunt and the rocks stretch drear,
The owl and the fox crouch back with fear,
As wild through the wood her voice they hear,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'
IV
Who is she who shudders by
When the boughs blow bare and the dead leaves fly?
Who walks all night with her wailing cry,
'O my children, come home!'
Who, strange of look, and wild of tongue,
With wan feet wounded and hands wild-wrung,
Sweeps on and on with her cry, far-flung,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'
V
'Tis the Spirit of Autumn, no man sees,
The mother of Death and of Mysteries,
Who cries on the wind all night to these,
'O my children, come home!'
The Spirit of Autumn, pierced with pain,
Calling her children home again,
Death and Dreams, through ruin and rain,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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Clouds and Waves
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave
her and come?"
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass."
I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."
I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?"
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Dicky
Mother
Oh, what a heavy sigh!
Dicky, are you ailing?
Dicky
Even by this fireside, mother,
My heart is failing.
To-night across the down,
Whistling and jolly,
I sauntered out from town
With my stick of holly.
Bounteous and cool from sea
The wind was blowing,
Cloud shadows under the moon
Coming and going.
I sang old roaring songs,
Ran and leaped quick,
And turned home by St. Swithin's
Twirling my stick.
And there as I was passing
The churchyard gate
An old man stopped me, 'Dicky,
You're walking late.'
I did not know the man,
I grew afeared
At his lean lolling jaw,
His spreading beard.
His garments old and musty,
Of antique cut,
His body very lean and bony,
His eyes tight shut.
Oh, even to tell it now
My courage ebbs...
His face was clay, mother,
His beard, cobwebs.
In that long horrid pause
'Good-night,' he said,
Entered and clicked the gate,
'Each to his bed.'
Mother
Do not sigh or fear, Dicky,
How is it right
To grudge the dead their ghostly dark
And wan moonlight?
We have the glorious sun,
Lamp and fireside.
Grudge not the dead their moonshine
When abroad they ride.
poem by Robert Graves
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Seventh Seal
Walk me down to the wishing well
help me find that miracle
splash that holy water on me
drown my faith in trinity, yeah!
oh yeah
Little by little, gonna get it, I swear
one more piece of the puzzle, I'm there
gotta get lucky gotta get that done
little bit of luck never hurt no one
come on take me down, down, down....
I'm in a cold sweat
Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown
in mother earth's soul, yet
under darken skies
we'll see the light
broken now I can't help but feel
someone cracked the seventh seal
nothing sacred, nothing left unturned
when nothing's simple then nothing's learned
so take me down to the virgin spring
wash away my suffering, oh
splash that holy water on me
wash my eyes so I can see
come on take me down, down, down....
I'm in a cold sweat
Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown
in mother earth's soul, not yet
Lord I think I found, found, found....
my mother lode, hey
down, down, down, down, down, down,
take me down, down, down, down....
take me
song performed by by Van Halen
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Catty Talk between God of Death and a Professor
' Travel posthaste to hell
to receive the award
of excellence for acts
sinful and illegal'
' I didn't seek awards
the State or national
and international.
I won't slink to hell'
' It isn't mortal award.
In all your seven births
you had done wrongs severe.
See me, I'm God of Death'.
' Please don't sling the noose.
To tease, deflower, rape
molest...I have all rights
for guiding them to Ph.D'
' You did the crimes unseen
in College research lab.
You deserve the award
for your depraved conduct'
' I can't take the students
to lodge raided often.
I get money from men
and honey from women'
' O You caterer of Ph.D
A posthumus award
you will get in the hell
from the ghoul of HIV'
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The basic needs
If you don’t have one
Wonder if you come
When you don’t come home,
It is a basic need.
If you don’t have one
Listen to the feelings
You want to share with,
It is a basic need.
If you don’t have one
Attend you away
In case you fall sick,
It is a basic need.
Food, clothes, shelter
Alone aren’t the basic needs.
22.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We are the SWARM
This is who we are, nothing quite like it, nothing
This is coming to a culture that everything is cross-eyed
Open your eyes
We'll be the ones that set civilization back
Open your eyes find out that you're what you see
This won't be the last of us this, this passion
Squirming away, stop eating nothing
We are the swarm that rapes and tricks
This is who we are
The swarm that rapes
Mother Earth
Spreading disease
You'll see us
Salvation, won't you let me
What's that? Your gods will say
Open my eyes find nothing that we can
Answer the swarm
This is prophecy played out.
This is just who we are, the swarm
This is who we are, this is what we do
Rape
This is coming to destruction, you see everything is cross-eyed
Rape
poem by Jay W. Allen
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The Seventh Seal
Walk me down to the wishing well
Help me find that miracle
Splash that holy water on me
Drown my faith in trinity, yeah!
Oh yeah
Little by little, gonna get it, I swear
One more piece of the puzzle, Im there
Gotta get lucky, gotta get that done
Little bit of luck never hurts no one
Come on take me down, down, down...
Im in a cold sweat
Lord dont let me drown, drown, drown, drown
In mother earths soul, yet
Under darken skies
Well see the light
Broken now I cant help but feel
Someone cracked the seventh seal
Nothing sacred, nothing left unturned
When nothings simple
Then nothings learned
So take me down to the virgin spring
Wash away my suffering, oh
Splash that holy water on me
Wash my eyes so I can see
Come on take me down, down, down...
Im in a cold sweat
Yeah, dont let me drown, drown, drown, drown
In mother earths soul, not yet
Lord I think I found, found, found
My mother lode, hey
Down, down, down, down, down,down
Take me down, down, down, down...
Take me
song performed by by Van Halen
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Sonnet 11
Which are the clouds, and which the mountains? See,
They mix and melt together! Yon blue hill
Looks fleeting as the vapors which distill
Their dews upon its summit, while the free
And far-off clouds, now solid, dark, and still,
An aspect wear of calm eternity.
Each seems the other, as our fancies will --
The cloud a mount, the mount a cloud, and we
Gaze doubtfully. So everywhere on earth,
This foothold where we stand with slipping feet,
The unsubstantial and substantial meet,
And we are fooled until made wise by Time.
Is not the obvious lesson something worth,
Lady? or have I wov'n an idle rhyme?
poem by Henry Timrod
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Head Full Of Ghosts
i stand around at american weddings
i stand around for family
at my best when i'm terrorist inside
at my best when it's all me
i was there when they took all the people
i was alone in a mental revine
you breathe life when you break the walls down
you breathe life when you set me free
where is my head
where are my bones
why are my days so far from home?
where is my head
where are my bones
can you save me from myself?
free thinking renegade social
missed the moon
song performed by by Bush from Golden State
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