Festivity For The Demise Of A Demon!
The streets are crowded with festival customers,
Who hold their precious torn currency and the polymers,
No difference on these roads as rich and poor,
Every one of them walks side by side not in despair
To buy something to celebrate the festival of lights,
Each state has its own tale as a proof to celebrate,
Mostly the evil was destroyed by the good,
And the wish of an evil person is being fulfilled,
As a festival, having the oil bath and firecrackers,
Wearing the new clothes for the demise of a wicked,
The old and young, healthy and sick, men and women,
Children and adults group together as families,
To wake up before sun rise, to follow the same rituals,
Our ancestors have done on thousands of new moon,
Of the specific month, though we chased away the terror,
The demons are found everywhere on the streets,
Which haunt our souls and weak bodies with no fright,
We are happy in our hearts with what little we have,
As we are proud to be bonded with lights of love,
That light up our mind to witness suffering of others,
As we always share not only our love, but also the woe.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Deepavali – The Festival Of Lights, 2011
Light the lamps and adorn your home;
The ‘Festival of Lights’ has come;
Make the sweetmeats and food dainty;
Dress in new clothes, looking pretty!
Share the joy with neighbours around;
Light the crackers, making great sound;
Throng the temples, heartily pray;
Good has won o’er evil today.
Let love of men and divine love,
Enrich your mind and heart, soul now;
Spread the light to dispel darkness;
Let life be filled with happiness!
‘HAPPY DEEPAVALI,2011 TO INDIANS GLOBALLY! ’
poem by John Celes
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I remember in 1968 when we were in Cannes, in the festival, and we were supposed to be there 10 days, and the second day the festival collapsed because the French, you know, film-makers raised the red flag in the festival and ended the festival.
quote by Milos Forman
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Diwali 2009
The 'Festival of Lights'
Has come again this year;
Let’s see the glorious sights
That cause revelry dear!
It marks the victory
of good over evil;
’Tis time to eat sweet food,
And have great deal of fun.
’Tis time to wear new clothes,
And burst crackers of kinds;
’Tis time to share our joy
With all, we see around!
‘Happy Diwali,2009! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-10-2009
poem by John Celes
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When New Year Comes
When New Year Comes
Everybody Shivers
In the month of January
Which is cold and Airy
In February winter get’s Weary
Prepares for Leaving
Paving way for spring to come
In the month of March
Flowers loom Large
April comes
Summer knocks on the Door
When May comes,
Sun Brightens
Mangoes ripe and Juicy
Long hot days
Make June very tiring
Holidays for Children
All wait for Rain
Monsoon at its Peak
When July arrives
Rain brings Smile
August is the month of Freedom
Sometimes sticky sometimes Hot
In September one feels
Better then August
We call it Autumn
One see’s Flowers
Which are colourful and Rosy
October is the festival Month
Weather is good
Winter getting Ready
November makes everybody Happy
Everybody enjoys
Lights of Deepawali(Festival of Light)
In the Cold month of December
Christmas celebrated
Throughout the the World
Everybody says goodbye to the year
Welcomes New Year
On the night of 31’st December
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Care For One Another..
Look at the hearts only,
Beating inside punctually,
as the stars majestically,
One above other vertically,
Hearts are beating vibrantly.
One above the other in high rise,
hearts toil with no surprise,
as the galaxies and constellations,
Hearts are beating horizontally,
Few hearts in big space,
Many hearts in small place,
as the diamonds twinkle in space,
Hearts are found in the ocean,
Hearts are there in the mountains,
Hearts are loitering in the jungles,
Hearts are beating in places,
as the planted gems above us,
Daring hearts are weak,
Weaker hearts are strong,
Most hearts are healthy,
Run and work in safety,
A few suffer and are sickly,
Clogged with fat and heavy,
Rich and poor man's hearts,
Educated and uneducated hearts,
Good and evil hearts,
Agnostic and spiritual hearts,
Healthy and sick hearts,
Beat everywhere to show,
That we care for one another,
and we love one another,
as we look at the stars,
the stars look at our hearts.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Raksha Bandhan
Raksha Bandhan is observed
on the date of full moon
in the month of Shravana
it is the bracelet of safety
made of thread
Raksha Bandhan is a festival
of brothers and sisters
celebrated and enjoyed
with full enthusiasm
On this day sister prays
for love, peace, prosperity
and long life of her brother
or any good wishes as may be
On this day brother swears
to give protection to his sister
to to give all pleasures in her life
to make her life happy and gay
On this day, sister ties this bracelet
made of threads on right wrist
of her brother, make a small rounded
mark with rori or sandal on forehead
of her brother, offer him sweets
Brother offer gifts or his wishes
for her peaceful and prosperous life
Ramesh does think
this festival of love and affection
between brothers and sisters
be observed world wide
No God, Allah, Ishwar or
any spiritual power has any problem
Not only this, all may observe the festival
irrespective of race and religion,
celebrate throughout the year
this will lead us to progress
for a brightest and joyful world.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Harvest Festival
See the flowers round the altar
See the peaches in tins neath the headmasters chair
Harvest festival
See the two whove been chosen
See them walk hand in hand to the front of the hall
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
See the children with baskets
See their hair cut like corn neatly combed in their rows
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs
The longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
What a year when the exams and crops all failed
Of course you passed but you were never seen again
We all grew and we got screwed and cut and nailed
Then out of nowhere invitation in gold pen
See the flowers round the altar
See that you too got married and I wish you well
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs
The longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
Harvest festival
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Harvest Festival
See the flowers round the altar
See the peaches in tins neath the headmasters chair
Harvest festival
See the two whove been chosen
See them walk hand in hand to the front of the hall
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
See the children with baskets
See their hair cut like corn neatly combed in their rows
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs
The longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
What a year when the exams and crops all failed
Of course you passed but you were never seen again
We all grew and we got screwed and cut and nailed
Then out of nowhere invitation in gold pen
See the flowers round the altar
See that you too got married and I wish you well
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs
The longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
Harvest festival
song performed by by Xtc
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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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A festival of lights
Festival of light to bring happiness and joy
Worries pushed in corner for everybody to enjoy
As if thousand suns shine in the night
Whole of area is completely flooded with light
Why lights all over and loud noise of crackers?
What enjoyment sport person gets as skaters?
What innocent children see in illumination in sky?
Complete enjoyment and all crackers to fly
The home is brought to a descent show
Small different light bulbs alternatively glow
As if catching with coming of new years
Loud bang and noisy nights do not trouble ears
Prayers are offered for prosperous year
All are braced with new vigor without fear
Time to help needy and wiping of tears
Smile on face even with lots of pain to bear
Greetings to all and grudges to none
Embracing tight and wishes to everyone
Long life wishes and addition of wealth
Equal concern for well being and health
“Dipawali” or festival of lights to remove the darkness
Candles at door to good bye evil and welcome happiness
Victory over bad forces and emergence of welfare state
Smile on all faces and no worry for bad luck or fate
Oh, God you give us power and strength
To move in direction with same wave length
Peace to my country and globally as well
I wish the same and inspire others to tell
You spread the message with divine light
Harmony and peace without use of mite
Let this day turn into glorious night
We may prove its worth by choosing right
Rich and poor or foe and friends
Everybody wish joy and happy end
Let the sun not set as usual
Night to remain memorable and real
Message to be spread loud and clear
We will stay close and near
Thousands of lamps may glow in night
May reflect and light with beautiful sight
One needs lion’s heart to wish a person
He finds excuses with some solid reasons
The festivals provide golden opportunity
There lies complete essence and beauty
What is most essential to ignite the love?
Forget the past and sincerely forgive
What may remain at the end of the day?
No hurdles or blocks on the barren way
It is coming at the right time and place
There is no discrimination between color and race
Everybody swing in action for full participation
Thanking all and expecting same in anticipation
* To wish a person is noble gesture
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good and Evil, Light and Dark
There will be a time.
When good is defeated.
When lights vanish from time
When the sun does not rise to greet the next day
There will be only night
in night there is only darkness
And in darkness there is only evil
There will be a day
When evil dies
When the stars fade away
When the is no moon to light the way
And on this day there will be nothing but mist
In a world without good and evil
There is no reason
There is nothing
But people in the streets trying to find their way home through the mist hiding their way
The 2010 Port Fairy Music Festival
We are another year older and time is ticking on
And another Music Festival at Port Fairy has come and has gone
Great entertainment for young and for old and for those in their life's prime
And everyone there seemed to have a good time.
In the 2010 Port Fairy Festival some heavy showers of rain
And after an hour the sun shone out again
But this did not dampen the good fun and cheer
Of the Festival with such a great atmosphere.
In port Fairy close to the great City of Warrnambool
The weather it is mostly warm to cool
It is held on the Labor Day Weekend of the Fall
Where a good time is generally had by all.
It brings to people from far and near such great happiness
The 2010 Port Fairy Music Festival another great success
There's music in the festival arenas and music on the street
Where once a year lovers of music do meet.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The festival of colors, 'Holi' is on the anvil
The festival of colors
Holi is on the anvil
Welcome it
With dance and music
Singing and merry making
Apply colors
Which are dry and harmless?
Avoid deeds
Not liked by many
Eat mouth-watering sweets
Greet everybody
Enjoy the festival
With friends and family
Do not forget
The poor and needy
Help them enjoy
The festival equally
03-03-2012
282-17-03-12
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Festival of lights;
Child sells crackers to adults,
No sparkle in eyes…
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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Sonnet: Diwali
Today’s the `Festival of Lights’ all o’er;
A joyful day for minds and hearts and souls;
And people throng the Temples to offer,
Prayers, resolving to take better roles.
And most of them are richly clad and clean,
And eat such dainty foods and sweets with mirth;
Whilst noisy crackers burst, their lights are seen,
It seems to be a happy day on Earth!
But are there not hearts woe-filled, very sad?
Denied of laughter, smiles for days;
Today’s the triumph of Good over bad;
But what about the wastage in much ways?
True joy is when you see someone else smile!
True charity gives joy in Heav’nly style.
poem by John Celes
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The Downtown Lights
Sometimes I walk away
When all I really wanna do
Is love and hold you right
There is just one thing I can say
It's all right, can't you see
The downtown lights
In love we're all the same
We're walking down an empty street
And with nobody callin' your name
Empty streets, empty nights
The downtown lights
*How do I know you feel it
How do I know you feel it
How do I know you feel it
How do I know it's true
Can't you see
Nobody loves you this way
It's all right
Tonight and every night
Let's go walking down the city streets
Let's walk in the cool evening light
Wrong or right, the endless sight
The downtown lights
It will be all right
It will be all right
The downtown lights
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(*Repeat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Downtown lights
The neons and the cigarettes
The rented rooms and rented cars
The crowded streets, the empty bars
Chimneytops, trumpets
The golden lights, the loving prayers
Colored shoes, the empty trains
I'm tired of cryin' on the stairs
Downtown lights
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Poseidonians
The Poseidonians forgot the Greek language
after so many centuries of mingling
with Tyrrhenians, Latins, and other foreigners.
The only thing surviving from their ancestors
was a Greek festival, with beautiful rites,
with lyres and flutes, contests and wreaths.
And it was their habit toward the festival's end
to tell each other about their ancient customs
and once again to speak Greek names
that only few of them still recognized.
And so their festival always had a melancholy ending
because they remebered that they too were Greeks,
they too once upon a time were citizens of Magna Graecia;
and how low they'd fallen now, what they'd become,
living and speaking like barbarians,
cut off so disastrously from the Greek way of life.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Streets Of Little Italy
(robbie seidman)
Producer for bonnie: desmond child
The narrow and the winding ways
The streets of old new york
The families, the street life, the spark
The rooftop where we watched
San gennaros festival
Masquerades in the dark...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little italy
The oceans and the years
That separate our lives
From these streets we once called our home
Those distances of space and time
How strong they are
And how weak they are...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little italy
Does the morning sunlight
Still hit the bed where we used to lie
Do the sidewalk stands and markets still overflow
Where I lingered till I was empty
Where I stayed till I had to go
Though in the night
Sometimes I see you disappear
Down cobblestones...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
Like your presence in my bones
On the streets down in little italy
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Merry Christmas - triolet
A festival of brotherhood, love and joy,
Celebrating Christmas, everyone enjoy.
Angels come down, to inspect the fiesta,
A festival of brotherhood, love and joy.
Jesus sends blessings, on his birthday,
Santa brings gifts, coming all the way.
A festival of brotherhood, love and joy,
Celebrating Christmas, everyone enjoy.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Hatred
Hatred, mighty and best of the quantities
That deliver praises to that that is non-excellent,
That which majesty is against, aghast and anxious.
Hatred, menacing and futile, filling
The bodies as much as sin itself,
Guaranteeing nothing but disaster.
Hatred, a terror and festival of worry,
Designing sadism as many times as possible,
Killing any follower in its wake.
Hatred is better if love has no objective
For the ones whose minds are their souls,
For the populace draining you of love.
poem by Naveed Akram
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