Offspring Blessings Opposes Barren Desires
votive faces eyes ears see hear appear ever attentive guardians?
terracotta votive offerings amass phalli breasts uteri fascinates?
possibilities pre Viagra Greco Roman Bacchantes desires orgies?
offspring blessings opposes barren cursed shame couples childless?
votive offerings reasoned fixation items pepper ancient societies?
feature throughout diverse modern societies evil eye luck beads
patron saints crucifixes prayer beads ritualistic in varied religions?
an assortment of rites head coverings adorn male female devotees?
all share desires respect given gains favor with supernatural forces?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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or authority to net rule in peace to execute like Roman fasces?
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votive offerings prayers beg need fulfill embedded perplexities?
Bronze Age axe hoards morph into what high status artifacts
swords spearheads anticipate achievement of sharp pointed wishes?
define mist millennia centuries into cult time cut religious purposes?
swords spearheads buried ritually cast into water bodies peat bogs
sacrificed into bodies of water rivers bogs of no possible recoveries?
ritual hoard objects often all broken killing future utilitarian usages?
deposition purposefully discarding valuable items swords spearheads
achieves what individual social time lost fixated ritual overtones?
what mysteries into rivers lakes wet places cast what urge needs?
what neurons spark brain zaps fire camera flash in core vortexes?
votive faces eyes ears see hear appear ever attentive guardians?
terracotta votive offerings amass phalli breasts uteri fascinates?
possibilities pre Viagra Greco Roman Bacchantes desires orgies?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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To be a votive...
Oh to be the smile you adorn
Oh to be the twinkle in your eyes
Oh to be the melody in your voice
Oh to be the grace in your dance
Oh to be the poise of peace in you
Or to just be a votive to sunshine……
Oh to be the wind to braid your hair
Oh to be the earth to feel your feet bare
Oh to be the water to quench your thirst
Oh to be the fire to illuminate your temple
Oh to be the sky to echo your prayers
Or to just be a votive to sunshine………..
poem by Rishi Votive
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Flesh Burns In Mind Filament Flash Offerings
what morning breaks creaks worlds thoughts aquiver
what fire waking runs preys upon inertia desires river
storm fed from finger creek runoff mountain cascades
flesh burns in mind filament flash electric shock parades
art transfixed status artifacts votive hands made offerings
silver sight plies second sight night whispers sage delivers
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Neither you nor I
Cows breed more, deer breed more and hares breed more;
They must breed more for forests want them more.
They must feed lions, tigers and foxes
With their casualties in multitudes.
The poor breed more and the lowly breed more;
They must breed more for societies want them more
They must serve the rich, masters and leaders
With their casualties in multitudes.
Between the forests and the societies,
The difference is: forests gave no saints
Whereas the societies gave saints in chain.
No change in societies as in forests..
Who is the planer? Who can defeat him?
Who is the keeper? Who can control him?
Who is the owner? Who can approach him?
Neither you nor I can reform the world.
15.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Haunted Shores
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade
Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned
And Christendom sought to pervet but poets of my name
Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed
The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings
To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings
These are the shores whereto my soul
Blood drenched and unredeemed
Shalt seek solace in secrets told
Through the whispers of a dream
From the woods Pendragon-born
song performed by by Cradle Of Filth from Dusk And Her Embrace
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She Told Her Beads
She told her beads with down-cast eyes,
Within the ancient chapel dim;
And ever as her fingers slim
Slipt o'er th' insensate ivories,
My rapt soul followed, spaniel-wise.
Ah, many were the beads she wore;
But as she told them o'er and o'er,
They did not number all my sighs.
My heart was filled with unvoiced cries
And prayers and pleadings unexpressed;
But while I burned with Love's unrest,
She told her beads with down-cast eyes.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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In general, human societies are not innovative. They are hierarchical and ritualistic. Suggestions for change are greeted with suspicion; they imply an unpleasant future variation in ritual and hierarchy; an exchange of one set of rituals for another, or perhaps for a less structured society with fewer rituals. And yet there are times when societies must change.
Carl Sagan in Dragons of Eden: Speculations on the Evolution of Human Intelligence
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Temple Visitors
Some chatter
At your platter.
For others
On that day you little matter
Some with worries come
Otherwise their visits none.
Teenagers glances
In filth abound
Though bows his head in grace
Thoughts clash in his brain
Newly wedded
Seek blessings for continuance of race.
Old couples seek solace
Touching his mace
Crime lord
Desires, his deeds be ignored.
But what he desires
None cares for that anymore.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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After Rain
Today
I'd like to be a nun
And go and say
My rosary beneath the trees out there.
In this shy sun
The raindrops look like silver beads of prayer.
So blest
Am I, I'd like to tell
God and the rest
Of heaven-dwellers in the garden there
All that befell
Last week. Such gossip is as good as prayer.
Ah well!
I have, since I'm no nun,
No beads to tell,
And being happy must be all my prayer.
Yet 'twould be fun
To walk with God 'neath the wet trees out there.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Autumn On Parade
Autumn in nature and autumn in our faces.
The sultry breeze enfeebles, the glowering sun
Oppresses the ailing spirit in our breasts,
Shrivels the life trembling among the twigs of a poplar.
The yellow colours twirl in the final dance,
(A frantic desire of leaves dying one by one).
Our joys, passions, our ultimate desires
Fall and are trampled in the autumn mud.
An oak tree, reflected in the tears of heaven,
Tosses and bleeds in gigantic passion.
'To live! I want to live!' - it fights for breath,
Piercing the storm with cries of grief.
The horizon, drowned in fog, joins in
The lamentation. In prayer dejected fruit trees
Fold imploring branches - but in vain, they know.
Tomorrow they will die... Is there nowhere hope?
The eye is saddened. Saddened, too, the heart
At the hour of death, when silent fall the veins
And from the grave to the highest heavens soar
Despairing cries of long-unheeded pain.
Autumn in nature and autumn in our faces.
Moan, desires, offspring of poverty,
Groan in lamentation, bewail the corpses,
That adorn this autumn among the withered branches.
Autumn On Parade
Autumn in nature and autumn in our faces.
The sultry breeze enfeebles, the glowering sun
Oppresses the ailing spirit in our breasts,
Shrivels the life trembling among the twigs of a poplar.
The yellow colours twirl in the final dance,
(A frantic desire of leaves dying one by one).
Our joys, passions, our ultimate desires
Fall and are trampled in the autumn mud.
An oak tree, reflected in the tears of heaven,
Tosses and bleeds in gigantic passion.
'To live! I want to live!' - it fights for breath,
Piercing the storm with cries of grief.
The horizon, drowned in fog, joins in
The lamentation. In prayer dejected fruit trees
Fold imploring branches - but in vain, they know.
Tomorrow they will die... Is there nowhere hope?
The eye is saddened. Saddened, too, the heart
At the hour of death, when silent fall the veins
And from the grave to the highest heavens soar
Despairing cries of long-unheeded pain.
Autumn in nature and autumn in our faces.
Moan, desires, offspring of poverty,
Groan in lamentation, bewail the corpses,
That adorn this autumn among the withered branches.
poem by Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
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2010/07/26 Auric Light
An invisible string to thread my small crystal
beads, even Tiaan helping because I cannot
see to do it myself, it would take me a hundred
years at least to complete one string
I wanted to make many strings to represent my
vision of auric light shining out, but after an epic
struggle I gave up and upended the beads in
crystal glasses to enjoy the pristine shine
Without destroying my eyes, Tiaan commenting
‘After suffering for many years to string beads, I
found the solution, dumping beads everywhere’
and I laughed, Nici only shaking her head
While busy with her bead-making craft - I also love
the effect of beads in sea-shells, resembling coarse
salt but with a new shine, no more threading for me
I cannot see, it felt too much like torture
My new system brings us miniature rainbows with-
out the heartache of threading invisible strings
with translucent beads!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Yoruba [African] Bride
Mo te' ni. Mo te' ni
Sun mo mi, we mo mi
Our beautous chattel,
Ripe and ripe as these glistening fountains
Let the knowingness of the moment
Frolick nigh your jugging breasts
Held high 'bove these dancing waist-beads
Sun mo mi, fa mo mi
Yarabi lo m'eyi t'o le d'omo
Our African mound,
Formed amid the twigs of strangers
Let your full buttocks, round as full moon
In a low sky at night
Sway and shake farther than the lithe beads
Mo te' ni. Mo te' ni
Sun mo mi, we mo mi
Our Yoruba maid,
Let these calabash-cups and gourds
Guide your course past famished paths of envy
Your tugging flash of black
Will adorn the supple 'sanyan'
Sun mo mi, fa mo mi
Yarabi lo m'eyi to' le d'omo
Ebony glaze across the African maze
Let your laali-tinted toes, tiro-rimmed eyes
Throw your cold spirit yonder
Beneath those eaves of manly haven
The sun scotches you no further
Mo te' ni. Mo te' ni
Sun mo mi, we mo mi
We give our blessings upon your
Sparse pale brown head
Even the gods do little
Let these broken calabash patches
Bring you offsprings, sweetly brittle
poem by Oludipe Samuel
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When we are unwilling to draw clear moral lines between free societies and fear societies, when we are unwilling to call the former good and the latter evil, we will not be able to advance the cause of peace because peace cannot be disconnected from freedom.
quote by Natan Sharansky
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Offerings
Offerings...
Look what youre offering
By your hands, youve emptied my soul
But Ill find some time
Ill find somewhere to grow
Look out now
Has your mind been changed by the loss of this memory?
Roll on
Youve got some time on your hands for where you are now
Bleeding the offerings
Yes you are now
Bleeding the offerings
My time to sit you all down
My time to save you all now
My time to lay it all out
My time
See what youre offering
See I open my eyes
Your face seems to speak aloud
Seeing it all in my eyes
I see some things in your eyes that have never been shown before
Roll on
Believing it all in my eyes
Youve got these needs but Ive got somewhere to go now now
So leave it alone, its my time
With so little time its so hard to find somewhere to go
Bleeding the offerings
Yes you are now
Bleeding the offerings
My time to sit you all down
My time to save you all now
My time to lay it all out
My time to save your souls again
My time to sit you all down now
My time to save you all now
My time to lay it all out
My time
song performed by by Candlebox
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Modern Eyes
She know you bad
You don't sing songs of love
She treats you right, she treats you like a web of love
You know who's of the heart, her notions of societies
You belong to know and just like our sophiaties
[Chorus:]
Modern eyes
Modern eyes, to see what you want to see
Modern eyes
Modern eyes, she'll paint you with the modern eyes
What you look for in people is not hard to recognize
Black man, white man, short man
They're all the same in size
You breath the air, you feel the sea and the sand and the skies
When nighttime comes you blind men with modern eyes
[Repeat chorus]
She'll paint you with the hupskin on
She'll paint you with the fire in your eyes
She'll paint you with the modern eyes
[Repeat chorus]
song performed by by Toto
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OCEAN OF LOVE Vavroovahana Patra
Lord Jagannath’s Bada Deula is an Ocean of love, delight;
Devotees surrender on Bhagavan’s feet with gaiety.
Bhagaban attracts all devotees of Earth;
Puri, the Vaikuntha on Earth is a brook of mirth.
All the Deities adorn the temple-shrine;
The devotees drink the nectar of love as drunkards to wine.
Brother Valabhadra, sister Subhadra adorn the altar;
The temple is an Ocean of Nectar.
Monsters become devotees on the Shrine;
Criminals become saints drinking the nectar of love’s wine.
Sinners pray jagannath to cross the Ocean of tears;
Bhagavan pardons the sinners, fulfils their desires.
Deities and devotees sing the Glory of Jangannath;
He is an Ocean of love, peace and mirth.
Jagannath is the Generator, Operator, Director of all creatures;
Showering Peace contents all Bhaktas’ desire.
Chanting Bhagavana’s name poets derive salvation;
Depicting verses enjoy the beauty of creation.
Bhagavan is a friend of innocent creatures;
He is the Director of this vast Nature.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Gupteswar
Saivapeetha Gupteswar attracts devotees day and night;
Devotees assemble on the shrine with delight.
The shrine smiles endowed with blossoms and flowers;
Bhagavana Shiva contents all devotees’ desires.
Gupteswar is the Deity of Deities;
All devotees smile with delight.
Shavaree Sings the Glory of Gupteswar;
Bhagavana loves all creatures.
God attracts all devotees on Earth;
Devotees dance, chant God’s name with mirth.
Enjoy Mahashivaratree delightfully;
Chant Shiva’s name gaily.
Shrine of Gupteswar is surrounded by mountains;
Beautifully flows tiny fountains.
Fragrance of wild flowers pervades in the air.
God Shiva contents all devotees’ desires.
Shivalinga is prayed on the shrine lapped by mountains;
Purified, sanctified is the environment.
God blessth all innocent devotees;
Is an Ocean of Delight.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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In contrast, fear societies are societies in which dissent is banned.
quote by Natan Sharansky
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Monopoly controls have been the exception in free societies; they have been the rule in closed societies.
quote by Lawrence Lessig
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