Strewth
You're joking
our Agapanthus
is also called
The Lily Of The Nile
next thing you'll be telling me
bashing a few Indian students
and bunging on a bit
about what'shisname
that Mexican director fellow
youknow the cartoonist's delight
is racist.
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-49
African lily(Lily of the Nile
Agapanthus africanus)
White Lily of the Nile
(Agapanthus africanus f. albus)
So my journey will never end
As Lord hath shed His mercy
Flowering all over the land
Ceaseless to make me crazy
And on my journey such one day
I saw you oh, Lilies of the Nile
And rushed to you without delay
Bewitched by your umbel-style
Oh, wonder of all new wonders
Ever since then perennial you're
My heart steady in fresh visuals
Visioning blue and white flare
Leafing arched tufted at base
Up on the umbel flowers funneled
Featured name lovable 'Agapanthus'
Aye, all sad and sorrow annulled
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Rami The Hero
Rami a friend who accomplished
a lot in his time went to heaven I pray that he's fine.
Rami was a cartoonist, Olympic wrestler
and High school teacher, just to name a few.
His daughter Rachel who I pray for-
and loving wishes to her baby Rylie Vega Ray
Rami-Rachel misses You-
for You were a Great Father who
was a generous Dad too.
Rami was a fellow cartoonist
that illustrated a cartoon book—
He had many talents no matter where he looked.
Rami used to call me Suzaria
with emphasis on Sue-
He seemed like a loner-
but He could be a friend to you.
I will draw a Cartoon Character of him
for he had many qualities to admire-
his students will look up to him
and hope to emulate and aspire.
Even in the end Rami had a lot of desire
to live his life with his passion for his-
Enthusiasm would never tire.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 5,2011
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Mexican Pride Baby! ! !
It's mexican pride all day every day you live you eat you breath that mexican live.it's that mexican pride that keeps us alive. a mexican is a mexican with pride if your disgraced about your race then you must not see the wonders about being what you are you stand tall next to your kind and see your self as the one at the top. That mexican pride must run in your veins its life so live it all till your lying in your grave mexican pride is forever its a forever kind thing.
*MEXICAN PRIDE*
*UNIDOS PARA SIEMPRE*
poem by Bianca Garcia
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If I have anything to say against Obama it's not because I'm a racist, it's because I don't like what he's doing as President and anybody should be able to feel that way, but what I find now is that if you say anything against him you're called a racist.
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And my point was one I think that you'd agree with, which is there's no room in America for a black racist, a Latino racist, or a white racist, or an Asian racist, or a Native American racist. Now, we're either color blind or we're not color blind.
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It's a dumb question, because I don't look at things as a black director, just as a director, so ask me as a director first and we can segue into the colour thing later.
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It's not the fault of the indian, but of he who makes of the indian his friend.
I know my name.
The Nile does not know
That she is called the Nile.
New York does not know
That it is called New York.
I can not be like them
As I know what I am called.
03.04.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ten Little Indians
Ten little indian boys
The first little indian gave squaw pretty feather
(little indian boy)
The second little indian made her an indian dollar
(fighting over a squaw)
Well the third little indian gave her moccasin leather
(little indian boy)
The squaw didnt like em at all
The fourth little indian took her riding in his big canoe
(little indian boy)
The fifth little indian took her down the waterfall
(fighting over a squaw)
The sixth little indian taught the squaw how to woo-woo
(little indian boy)
But the squaw didnt like em at all
One little, two little, three little indians
(keep us humming were the ten little indians)
Four little, five little, six little indians
(keep us humming were the ten little indians)
Seven little, eight little, nine little indians
(keep us humming were the ten little indians)
Ten little indian boys
The seventh little indian took her over to his teepee
(little indian boy)
The eighth little indian tried to give her a love poem
(fighting over a squaw)
The ninth little indian said youre my kemosabe
(little indian boy)
The squaw didnt like em at all
The tenth little indian said it really didnt matter
(little indian boy)
He acted like himself and he didnt look at her
(fighting over a squaw)
The squaw didnt care if he never did a thing
(little indian boy)
Cause she loved the tenth indian boy
Loved the tenth indian boy
Loved the tenth indian boy
Loved the tenth indian boy
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Mexican Blood
She was a mexican girl, she had mexican blood
I seen it the night that she died
She was a mexican girl, she had mexican blood
Oh how she could drive that mexican boy wild
Hes on the run near el paso
And hell cross all across america
Hes leaving behind old mexico
And his girl that pretty mexican girl that died
She had mexican blood
He was a mexican boy with a mexican smile
And he drank a little tequila
He was a mexican boy in a mexican town
And oh how he loved his young senorita
Now and then hed cross the rio grande
And hed come back a wanted hunted man
And his mexican girl was his mexican prize
And that girl was his girl that pretty mexican girl that died
She had mexican blood
He was a cowboys boy and a cowboys son
And on his side he had a gun
He was a cowboys boy, he was the law
He was out looking for someone
That night he rode into town
The mexican boy tried to gun him down
Thats when his heart broke up inside cause lying on the ground
Was his girl that pretty mexican girl, she died
She had mexican blood
He loved her and she loved him
And when he lost her
Oh how it hurt him
He loved her
I seen it the night she died
Thats when he lost her
Now his heart is broken
He loved her and she loved him
And when he lost her he lost everything
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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School is a prison...
The classroom is…
A jail cell
There halls leading
To each cell
The school food is
taste like prison food
In the cafeteria there
are long lines for food
The principle runs
the school
The warden runs
the prison
They have guards
telling inmates what to do
We have teachers
telling students what to do
The inmates are
the students
Were all serving
A 12 year sentence
School is just a prison for students
poem by Kitty In Love
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Mexicans
Mexicans are brown
That’s my race
So don’t mess around
Mexican Pride
I will not disagree
My Mexican blood flows with ease
Through thick and thin til the day I die.
Our Mexican flag up in the sky
I yell this poem louder than the rest
Cuz everyone knows Mexicans are G’s
Mexican Pride is on my mind
Mexican blood in my veins
So step aside and let us through
Cuz it’s the Mexican Crew
Lifes messed up and you die alone
But if your one of us you die with pride.
poem by Jessica Hernandez
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A Piece of Chalk (Children's Poem)
Chalk is happiest when the teachers come to him
Because he can chat about all sorts of subjects
Such as astronomy, geography, science and art
Chalk knows whatever you want to know
Chalk doesn’t like to do just one thing
When he is called on by the teacher
And he needs to follow the teacher’s orders
So Chalk hits the students chatting in class
To give them a big shock and stop their talking
Chalk hopes the seed of wisdom grows in students’ minds
And they can improve their studying a lot
If students want to learn about everything from Chalk
Even though every moment he becomes thinner and smaller
At the cost of his life
He still enjoys his work
My fellow students there were very smart, but the really novel thing was that they actually seemed to put a lot of effort into their school work. By the end of my first semester there, I began to get into that habit as well.
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I mean, a Mexican boy couldn't be anything else but an Indian. And why did you take the name of Quinn, they used to say to me. Hey, you're an Indian, so I played Indians.
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I was the executive editor on a little magazine called Greek Accent, whose only claim to fame is that its art director went on to be the art director of Discover for many years.
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A Reeling For All
My students reel under the burden of new knowledge!
Whereas I stuff their minds with my old fables.
I read out a verse of Auden or Tagore
And begin to think of a great poet remembered.
But my students continue to reel under the Sun
Of new opportunities in the next phase of theirs.
My students of past are now in tens of thousands
Making dollars in the land of the kangaroos below the Indian Ocean
And beyond the Atlantics where the War mongers live in fear.
They reel under the clouds of new packages and amenities.
My voice is down, my energies are fading and
I reel under an agony `WHICH IS UNKNOWN TO THEM`.
My new students take an outh that 'they will not',
That 'they will not reel under the SUN of past'.
They whisper into my ears the glory
Of the emerging India - a new land of newer billionaires
And ask why they should make voyages now
As the new packages and amenities are great in the land of
Gandhi too - the land of three hundred million have-notes.
My new students whisper into my ears a new poem
I don`t know its script, nor do I know its rhyme and rythum.
I don`t know the poetry of the present.
But I know it for certain, you all bet
All are reeling under a thing or another
For there are always verses to spill over times.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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The Story of River Nile with Egyptian Women
Once upon a time in the beautiful ancient Egypt
The sun asked the river Nile
From where you got this golden color?
The river Nile said
It's the color of the Egyptian women skin
When they come to bath
I melt some of their skin's color
The sphinx asked the river Nile
From where you got this sweet taste? The river Nile said
My sweetness is from the sweat of the Egyptian women.
The pyramid asked the river Nile
Why you flooding up every year
The river Nile said
When i feel longing to have more women
The Egyptian men protested against the Nile
Please stop your sexual harass
They always come back asking for more
The river Nile asked
So do you give them what they need?
The Egyptian men said
Yes we must do..We can't resist their temptation.
The same with me
The river Nile said.
poem by hosny Soliman
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My Mexican Mellow Moon
to Roger! who will always be my mexican mellow moon
he soothes and cares, he makes me laugh
my mexican mellow moon
he looks after me and cheers while poking my tummy
my mexican mellow moon
he's eccentric and weird, my very good friend
my mexican mellow moon
don't think about leaving, my heart will be broken
my mexican mellow moon
i'll always remember my buddy forever
my mexican mellow moon
Credit card companies pay college students generously to stand outside dining halls, dorms, and academic buildings and encourage their fellow students to apply for credit cards.
quote by Louise Slaughter
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