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Jayanta Dec 2014
There was a day,
When,
Water is flowing across hills to the valley
With the water, wave of sound is scrolling
melody of song and dance
Sprawl from hills to plains
everything glint up
‘Hoi la lia.... hoi la lai ..... ‘!
Rivers said to its people
In the hills “Barat’ is going on
Their women are determined to safe their nature and children!
Winds are blowing
From valley to the hills
In the wintery evening
Everything drenched by the aroma of new rice
The winds also carry the hum of ‘Mai Pathala’
Hills said to its people
Their young men are processing harvested paddy!
Now?
“Only sterile hills are there
Only sluggish waters are there”
People?
They are weeping around
for land, water and food.
‘Barat’ and ‘Mai Pathala’are two specific activities associated with Tiwa tribal communities of Assam,India. ‘Barat’ is rituals where women go fasting and praying to almighty for the safety and security of nature and their fallow members of the family. After the break of fasting a celebration is organized where everyone sing and dance. Mai Pathala’ is process of separating rice grain for its plants , where paddy with plants are arraigned on earthen floor above which young boy sing and dance . Ultimately owners are happy and new paddies were collected safely.
God created everything in Seven Days they said
A lot of things going on in His head
We cannot comprehend, anything but the tiniest thread
Seven Long Periods that I hope He did not dread

Delivered Himself through bread
We were the ones He led
From the Scriptures we have read
That for us, He bled

Why light up lanterns and trees?
For Joseph and Mary, the road to Bethlehem they shall see
Another year to celebrate another wondrous Jubilee
Been a while since I last made a poem. Still a bit rusty. Merry Christmas!
Derick Smith Sep 2014
Between her and our
Almighty Beloved,
this mustard seed faith
grows as the willow.
.
O my sweet baby
My beautiful angel
My blessing from the Almighty God

Have I told you today that
mommy loves you?

Have I told you how long
mommy has been waiting for you
Waiting to learn and memorize your smell
Waiting to see if you have my eyes
or daddy's
Waiting to hold you in my arms
Waiting for the joy you'll bring
to mommy and daddy
just for being
Waiting for your first steps
Waiting for you to speak your first words

Mommy has been waiting
to teach you
how to be good amongst the evil
that is spreading every day

Mommy has been waiting
to show you
that even with all the evil and sadness in the world
life is still precious, beautiful
and worth living

Have I told you
that you were my every prayer?
Have I told you
that you were always mommy's dream?
Have I told you
that all I've ever wanted
was to be your mommy

My sweet beautiful angel
I am still waiting to tell you
how much mommy loves you
Mommy can't wait to meet you
For those who are wondering, I am not a mother, never were nor am I expecting any time soon.
Cee Valenso Jul 2014
Mic test, mic test
One, two, three
Is my voice loud enough?
Can you hear me?
I'm not on my knees
Or pressing my palms together
This is not defiance
I just need some answers

When you let your light
Grace your created earth
Does it reach everyone
Or some are chosen at birth?
Speak of equality
I say it's nonexistent
Most are kissing the ground
Few are caressing the firmament

Whenever you shower blessings
Are they equally scattered?
Do you favor specific locations
Or it depends on how much one gathers?
Some are drowning in pleasure
Many have none in life
Do you prefer disguising gifts
As series of unimaginable strife?

I am cognizant of your omnipotence
Omniscience and omnipresence too
But why are there times
That I barely feel you?
Who is at fault?
Please give me a clue
My question seems too insolent and accusing
I'm sorry, I'll just continue

I imagine you watching my life
In a wide movie screen
An ongoing extemporaneous show
In every episode, all is seen
Are you the writer
Of my unfinished story?
I bet you're thinking
That my actions are appalling and unsatisfactory

I haven't spoken to you in a while
And you do know I'm not busy
Now I talk to you again
Hoping you'd answer me
Please don't get me wrong
I still remain as your child
But lately, I cannot deny
My thoughts have been running wild

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