Too Bad About That Virgin Sacrifice
The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale red chest scar
A Christian or Muslim
The six wives and their husband
The Buddhist, Hindu and Jew
Add them to the queue
God wants borders
God wants light
God wants peace
God wants war
What God wants God gets God help us all
The Cardinal at the altar
Took the blade from its hook
The mother goddess in the corner
Read the ritual in the book
The hooded encircle the aura of fear
Reporting the truth can never come near
God wants blood
God wants sweat
God wants incense
God wants chain stores
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants submission
God wants sex
God wants freedom
God wants bounced cheques
God wants coke
God wants crack
God wants tea parties
God wants Nasdaq
God wants Google
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organised crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants Yin
God wants Yang
What God wants God gets God help us all
poem by Mason Maestro
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Indian
I am the son of a Hindu father,
None other than a Muslim is my mother,
Do I then worry about my Sikh brother,
If he brings a Christian sister-in-law for me?
And if my Buddhist sister weds an Atheist?
Never, because I am an Indian loving everyone
poem by Prem Nizar Hameed
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Why.............?
The American book of 'why',
The Asian book of 'why',
The European book of 'why',
The African book of 'why',
The Australian book of 'why',
The most asked question in the valley of world events;
Especially when one explodes a bomb!
The Christian book of 'why',
The Muslim book of 'why',
The Jewish book of 'why',
The Hindu book of 'why',
The Krishna book of 'why',
lLife is like the yeast which makes the bread rise;
But, the writer always has his or her own mind.
The Pagan book of 'why',
The Buddhist book of 'why',
The Protestant book of 'why',
The Confucian book of 'why',
To all life's aspects with the remaining books of 'why';
Poetry is the literature that muses with the mind.
Shall the trumpet be blown in the city and,
The people will not be afraid?
Seven bulls and seven rams,
I am the planted tree by the rivers of waters.
I am very young in years but,
The word 'why' is the question that goes around easily.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Issues, And Thoughts (Final)
it's not important to me
whether you're Christian,
Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim,
Hindu, atheist, or whatever...
what you say about what you
believe has little meaning to me...
what you show me through your
actions reveals what you are, and
how committed you are to what
you believe!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Am Responsible.... (Poet's Heart)
i am responsible....
for the child dying of starvation,
whatever color, whatever country.
for the young Muslim child alone,
his family killed by the bombs.
for the addict shaking on the street corner,
for the young girl selling her body
on that same corner.
for the family kicked out of their house,
who have nowhere to go.
for the young angry men in prison,
for the victims of the crimes.
for the stink of poverty,
and the abuse of wealth.
for the planes, the bombs,
the guns and the flags...
for the political prisoners who spoke out.
for the elderly going without food and lights,
trying to pay for their medicine.
for the victims of racism and prejudice,
and those that wave that banner.
for the preacher, the thief,
the murderer, and the lost....
for the woman treated as less.
for the young man who commits suicide,
and for those that caused his desperation.
for the immigrant killed crossing the border,
hoping against hope for his family.
for the 'moral' who cant feel,
for those who feel, those who suffer.
for the bones of those we've killed
on our journey to civilization.
for the Jew, the Christian,
the Hindu, the Muslim, and the Buddhist...
of equal worth and value.
for the atheist, the doubter, the searcher,
and those who question all.
for the man, the woman, and the child.
for the sins of the past,
and the path to the future.
i am responsible...
because i am human!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Little Church Round the Corner
'Bring him not here, where our sainted feet
Are treading the path to glory;
Bring him not here, where our Saviour sweet
Repeats for
us
his story.
Go, take him where such things are done
(For he sat in the seat of the scorner),
To where they have room, for we have none,--
To the little church down the corner.'
So spake the holy man of God,
Of another man, his brother,
Whose cold remains, ere they sought the sod,
Had only asked that a Christian rite
Might be read above them by one whose light
Was, 'Brethren, love one another:'
Had only asked that a prayer be read
Ere his flesh went down to join the dead,
While his spirit looked with suppliant eyes,
Searching for God throughout the skies.
But the priest frowned 'No,' and his brow was bare
Of love in the sight of the mourner,
And they looked for Christ and found him--where?
In that little church round the corner.
Ah! well, God grant when, with aching feet,
We tread life's last few paces,
That we may hear some accents sweet,
And kiss, to the end, fond faces.
God grant that this tired flesh may rest
('Mid many a musing mourner),
While the sermon is preached and the rites are read
In no church where the heart of love is dead,
And the pastor's a pious prig at best,
But in some small nook where God's confessed,--
Some little church round the corner.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Conversion
‘Have the soul!
Go and convert-
every Hindu, Buddhist,
and every Muslim’
‘Yes Lord, done, then’
‘Do it till non-Christian-
no one is left’.
‘done, then’
Convert non catholic
to catholic.’
‘Then’
‘Forget about the religion.
We are safe.’
25.12.2000, Pmdi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Sacrifice storypoem
She wore a robe so white and thin
that it enhanced her nakedness.
Made of the silk which spiders spin
Epitome of gracefulness
Her hair as black as ebony,
contrasting with her rose gold skin.
Which unrestrained was flowing free
She glowed as though she had within,
her slender form of flesh and blood.
A light that would illuminate
the darkness of the world and would
without a doubt propitiate.
The Gods demanding sacrifice.
According to the High Priests rede,
only a virgin would suffice.
To satisfy his dark Gods need.
The clan believed his rede was true
And so she went quite willingly.
To pay the God What he was due
ad so ensure fertility.
of flocks and crops, increase their yield.
Improve the clan’s prosperity
In truth the High Priests rede concealed
his innate taste for cruelty.
She lay upon the altar stone
and showed no slightest sign of fear.
The high Priest bared his blade of bone
and then although the sky was clear.
A bolt of lightning from the blue
struck down the priest as he deserved.
The Goddess had decided to
insist her rules should be observed.
The maiden lived and she became
in course of time the high priestess.
She governed in the goddess’ name
Rewarded for her faithfulness.
The wicked high priest had to die
because he had led the clan astray.
A truth that no one can deny.
The high priestess would lead the way.
The Goddess would protect the clan
as long as they obeyed her laws.
Though she would strike dead any man
whose bad behaviour gave her cause.
The Mother Goddess would supply
sufficient for her children’s need.
As long as they lived righteously
and followed her High Priestess’ lead
The willing sacrifice became
the chosen of the true Goddess
and now held power in her name.
Authority to curse or bless.
She serves her clan still faithfully
as she was always willing to
Speaks for the Goddess honestly,
does as the Goddess bids her do.
Willing to die to serve her clan.
The Goddess decreed that she should live
to implement the goddess’ plan.
And claimed the life she chose to give.
She’d live a life of servitude
as guardian of the sacred lore.
A mother to the multitude
who looked to her to keep the law.
Chosen to be a sacrifice
Which she accepted willingly
the goddess changed things in a trice
which she could do quite easily.
Though she would sacrifice her life
to serve the clan for all her days.
Forgo the chance to be a wife
to follow in the goddess’ ways.
6-Dec-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Religious Separation
I’m not concerned about your religion
Matters not if you’re Christian, Muslim or a Jew
How you chose to worship God is your decision
Fighting over whose god is best is of no value
Be you Hindu, Buddhist or a Jain
Consider;
Belief in God resides within the human soul
A cloud does not choose upon whose head it rains
Where the sun decides to shine is out of our control
We must forevermore set fear and misdeeds aside
Lay down our fearsome weapons on the ground
It’s time to let peace, harmony and joy abide
Time to let abundance and prosperity abound
Destiny demands that humankind return to Eden
After present era ends and a new one begins
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poem by Ray Lucero
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The Prologue
Chronicle of The House of Maltus
In the corner of history you were there
watching the broken shadow of the air
cast by the light- from the uncertain future
of the recorded fate clothe of horror
In the corner of history- they
people of strange tongue and of ancient way
pale skinned creatures: silent in the day,
at night they with sharp and penetrating eye
In the corner of history- was a sight
the undying old between day and night
-he was un-earthed master of the tomb- the knight
and, -she was, in the womb of the lord's might
In the corner of history- still is
the great ancestors buried to the chest of bliss
lords and ladies- the royal blood of the fathers
warriors and servants- the welcomed guests
In the corner of history- I am
-the last of them, wise and valiant half man
-hundred years and more; I am the to and the from
-their birth, their death in my heart precious so warm
In the corner of history- the face and the name
of the creature cursed by them
man they are all the same
consumed by their malice they named us villain
In the corner of history- I, vanished
left the cruel world created by mans' heart
doomed by their own malice, their hatred
to my own kind- the sons and daughters of god
In the corner of history- I found
at last the heaven for us, above the sand
were memories from the past un-harmed
by the filthy beast: man, and their kind
Note:
Book the first, The Prologue
From the tradition of the “vamperas”- the story of Maltus.
(vamperas- equivalent to vampire; Maltus- character
appeared in the author's dream)
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Who is my God?
At a new moon in the jungle
Was brought to an altar
A roaring goat, fully black,
By an awesome peasant
To the fearsome Kali,
Made of granite, red in cloak,
Under arbour of a peepul,
Who before stood
At dawn of death, the poor goat
Like a bull in a fight,
Arresting the attention
Of everyone, unknown of his fate.
The beast was put to rites,
Smeared with sandal paste
And fully drenched in water
Till he shivered a jerk,
Which was taken as token of nod
By grace of Goddess for her feast.
The peasant was pleased;
The priest was pleased;
So were all, as though they’re blest.
One held his hind-legs,
Stretching them well behind,
The other bending up his front one,
The third locking his head
Hard onto the altar
For the priest to accomplish.
The act was done at a stroke
By the learned priest, merciless,
For the Goddess, all merciful.
Many-wards squirted the blood
Like a carpet, red,
Before the Goddess, her tongue dripping.
All felt that they had met
The thirst of Ma, full
As did a mother her child, ere asking.
The agony that was undergone,
Murder they committed,
And pathos that prevailed, who noticed?
The beheaded beast went straight,
To the feet of the Goddess,
“Ma, am I not your child?
If not, who is my Mother? ”
Her lids dripped,
She cursed for having been chiseled
25.07.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Only Breath
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.
Which path is realistic?
Surrendering to God is the Hindu’s faith.
Service to humanity is the Christian’s gospel.
Abstinence from matter is the Buddhist’s truth.
Sex and ecstasy is the Tantra’s practice..
Which goal is realistic?
20.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All My Brothers
I walk with my brother the Christian,
But I do not believe as he, I am not his Christian brother.
I walk with my brother the Jew,
Not born to his name, I am not his brother.
I walk with my brother the Muslim,
Infidel to him, he does not call me his brother.
They know only their god, not one that I can know.
I walk with my brother the Hindu.
We are love and all are one.
I walk with my brother the Buddhist
He has known me in our past family
I walk with my brother the Taoist
We are on this path but for a moment.
They know god and I am he.
I walk with my brother the Shaman,
He sees the animal spirit within me.
I walk with my brother the Pagan,
He knows only the nature from which we come.
I walk with my brother the Tribesman,
He finds my place with his people.
They know of god in everything.
I walk with my brother the deer
He watches me with curiosity
I walk with my brother the crane,
He wonders if I can catch him.
I walk with my brother the serpent,
He sees me as warmth.
They know nothing of God.
poem by R.L. Ohlhausen
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I Cheated Death.
Suddenly all went cold
And of my mother's hand I took hold
I held on like a drowning man would a lifeline
For I knew this might be the end of my timeline
And there in the corner he stood
Bright silvery robes, a golden cord around his waist, there he stood
Shoulder length hair as golden as the sun's rays
Eyes bluer than the Caspian, bronze skin that hath no flaws
His feet shod in sandals
His presence brightened the candles
I felt a hope build inside
A fire rekindled inside
But as quickly as it came
The hope left and with it the fear came
As I looked in horror to the other corner
There she stood, crowned by darkness in the left corner
Her eyes the colour of blood
In a black robe of death she was clad
As I focused on her, I felt the life leave me
Just as the anaconda squeezes the life out of its prey, the life left me
The odour of burning Sulphur filled the room
And with it an impeding gloom
I squeezed my mother's hand ‘til it hurt
Every breath I took hurt
I tried to tell my mother I loved her
But all that came out was a croak
Slowly the woman in the left corner removed her cloak
Revealing a crown of long fiery hair
Her eyes fixed on me in an evil stare
Her blood red lips parted in a smile
A smile so evil it shouldn't be called a smile
I turned to the other corner seeking comfort from my angel and this evil evade
But woe unto me he had slowly began to fade
And with him, the light
Impeding my sight
I felt my body consumed by a cloud of darkness
And at that moment, I felt the presence of death in the darkness
Funny how in the movies they tell you to stay away from the light
How I longed to see a light
For I knew the darkness would only lead to more pain
I shut my eyes hoping that when I opened them again
My angel would be there telling me it's alright
Bringing back hope and light
But lo and behold as I re-opened mine eyes
There I lay, in my hospital bed my mother looking on with wet eyes
She told of how I almost died
Of how my breathing stopped but her hope never died
I sat up in wonder looked to the right and there my angel stood
In fear, I turned to the left, and she too in her shroud of evil, stood
Her eyes blazing with anger
For death had been cheated and left with a deep hunger
And I knew, she would be back
And then it struck me,
Death never leaves empty handed
That's when I saw the nurses covering the old woman's body across
With a white sheet and a priest making the sign of a cross
Once again, death did reap
And it is inevitable that she will return to reap
Her taste of fruit, the unripe fruit...
poem by Esperanza Chilupula
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A playwright in a lunatic asylum
The Psychiatrist read the script and said;
'I am your doctor my brothers and sisters.'
'It's a common saying and we too whispered the same line
When we're enrolled to this college.' A colleague interupts.
'But now we're almost cured' Someone muttered.
'What's your religion? ' Doctor inquired a patient
He tells; ' My Dad is a Strong Catholic and mother is a simple Buddhist,
Sister eloped with a Muslim and the youngest brother converted to Hindu.'
'Sorry you need my religion isn't it?
He wants to give me a scholarship to Harvard University it seems.'
My religion is Oxygen.'
'What, A new religion? '
'No doctor the oldest religion since the beginning and once that stopped
All the sages go to hell or Heaven who knows? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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People from a world corner
The worst poverty in the world
The worst discrimination in the world
While people thinking about Global Warming
Corner people thinking how to survive
Corner people struggling one day by one day
While people living in the rocket age
Corner people walking miles to miles for one day survive
Corner people surprising whenever a plane is flying
While people thinking about living on other planets
Corner people crying to get a four feet square area
Corner people watering their blood for a four feet squares area
While people thinking about homosexual marriage
Corner people giving their lives for saving their children
Corner people growing never ever seeing their parents
While people thinking about which food is the best in the world
Corner people running thousand miles to get a few rice
Corner people dying lack of food and water
While people thinking about legalization of prostitution
Corner people not knowing what is the law
Corner people never seeing decided by a just justice
Corner people are not people!
Corner people are not from this world!
I would wonder............
poem by Zaw Myat Htoo
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A Bloody Stain
I looked and saw a bloody stain as if it came from me
It was thick and red and seemed to ooze out from my own belly
Then another spot upon one leg and another on my chest
I was climbing up a stairway and just couldn’t find my breath
The red! The red was all around and had me slipping on the stairs
And now it felt like raining and was running down my hair
I then looked up and then I saw the strangest sight I’d seen
Blood droplets on the ceiling falling in a steady stream
I knew it could not be my blood but it was raining down so fast
Not gentle like the rain itself but sticky and – aghast -
I saw a sluice of redness come sweeping down on me
And then I turned a corner and that blood was blinding me
I was swimming in some entrails that I could not even name
It was like being in a butcher’s or in some suicidal game
I then stood straight and shouted – I shouted right out loud
‘I will not retreat just for fear for I am strong and proud’
I no longer climbed all frightened – an answer I did crave
And at that the top of those red steps I did find my mother’s grave
Beelzebub looked in the mirror and then he turned a page
He was now fearful for himself and of my incessant rage
I slayed him on those foot steps so he couldn’t rise at all
And with his death all of that blood did vanish from the floor.
poem by David Keig
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Your Man Demands Virginity
a chain of daisies on your hair
crowning you
like a queen
and at the end some nail-like flowers of
white champaca
perfumed
now he must kiss you
and you do not refuse this ritual
on a chain
of love
somehow not to offend him
you must
produce
not just sweat and tears of joy
but blood
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Halftime
[intro: ying yang twins]
Oh!
Okay, Okay, Okay, Ahhh
Hey I'm tryin to get crunk
See 'em
[Chours: ying yang twins]
Tell 'em how we goin come(CRUNK)
Tell 'em why they don't want none(CRUNK)
tell 'em why they better run(CRUNK)
CRUNK CRUNK crunk
Stand up and get crunk(CRUNK)
Stand up aand get crunk(CRUNK)
[Hook: Ying Yang TWins]
Here we come to get you (you better get crunk)
Here we come to get you (a little bit more crunk)
Here we come to get you (you better get crunk)
Here we come to get you (a little bit more crunk)
[Verse 1: Ying Yang Twins]
Crank it up, thats what we gonna do
Crank you up, me and my brother we came to get CRUNK
We won't stop (nope) we keep on coming cause
We won't quit, thats why we keep bringin hits
[Verse 2: Ying Yang Twins]
We droppin' everything you poppin'
From the Ying Yang Twins again
To make your adrenaline, pump right on through your skin
And make that crunk again (crunk)
In Two thou. they was'nt playin' our deal
But we came on back, cause we needed to win
We jumped out like a jack and a russel
Like I added with a fag doing sack in my sock
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Talking: Ying Yang Tiwns]
Okay Okay Okay Okay
Ladies and Gentlemen
If you haven't had enough
You better hide yo' lunch
Cause we bout to eat that ass up
[Ying Yang Twins]
CRUNK CRUNK CRUNK CRUNK
CRUNK CRUNK CRUNK CRUNK
Eat they ass up (Oh!) x8
Okay Okay Okay Okay
Stand up and get crunk
Stand up and get crunk
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Homebwoi]
People all over the world jump
Everybody in the bleachers get crunk
Listen here buddy this ain't what you want
Blue fifty-two, break, duck
DY go left while I'm fakin' the K
When I'm done you gonna remember my name
It's H-O-M-E Bwoi
Look I'm Homebwoi
Now that I'm up in my zone boy
Pack up I'm sendin' you home boy
Take you up outta the dome boy
If you did'nt know you should of known boy
Should've thought about changin your tone boy
Better not let us catch you alone boy
Crack heads like we made of stone boy
When we come out you better be gone boy
[Chorus]
[Hook] nd get crunk(CRUNK)
song performed by by Ying Yang Twins
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Halftime
[intro: ying yang twins]
Oh!
Okay, Okay, Okay, Ahhh
Hey I'm tryin to get crunk
See 'em
[Chours: ying yang twins]
Tell 'em how we goin come(CRUNK)
Tell 'em why they don't want none(CRUNK)
tell 'em why they better run(CRUNK)
CRUNK CRUNK crunk
Stand up and get crunk(CRUNK)
Stand up aand get crunk(CRUNK)
[Hook: Ying Yang TWins]
Here we come to get you (you better get crunk)
Here we come to get you (a little bit more crunk)
Here we come to get you (you better get crunk)
Here we come to get you (a little bit more crunk)
[Verse 1: Ying Yang Twins]
Crank it up, thats what we gonna do
Crank you up, me and my brother we came to get CRUNK
We won't stop (nope) we keep on coming cause
We won't quit, thats why we keep bringin hits
[Verse 2: Ying Yang Twins]
We droppin' everything you poppin'
From the Ying Yang Twins again
To make your adrenaline, pump right on through your skin
And make that crunk again (crunk)
In Two thou. they was'nt playin' our deal
But we came on back, cause we needed to win
We jumped out like a jack and a russel
Like I added with a fag doing sack in my sock
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Talking: Ying Yang Tiwns]
Okay Okay Okay Okay
Ladies and Gentlemen
If you haven't had enough
You better hide yo' lunch
Cause we bout to eat that ass up
[Ying Yang Twins]
CRUNK CRUNK CRUNK CRUNK
CRUNK CRUNK CRUNK CRUNK
Eat they ass up (Oh!) x8
Okay Okay Okay Okay
Stand up and get crunk
Stand up and get crunk
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Homebwoi]
People all over the world jump
Everybody in the bleachers get crunk
Listen here buddy this ain't what you want
Blue fifty-two, break, duck
DY go left while I'm fakin' the K
When I'm done you gonna remember my name
It's H-O-M-E Bwoi
Look I'm Homebwoi
Now that I'm up in my zone boy
Pack up I'm sendin' you home boy
Take you up outta the dome boy
If you did'nt know you should of known boy
Should've thought about changin your tone boy
Better not let us catch you alone boy
Crack heads like we made of stone boy
When we come out you better be gone boy
[Chorus]
[Hook] nd get crunk(CRUNK)
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