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Jayanta Sep 2015
‘Hemphu’ and ‘Mukrang’
Created this world!

We were born under the ‘Amora tree’
from the egg of ‘Wo Plak Pi’.

Then ‘Sum’ and ‘Sang’ trained us,
Edify us ‘karjong is everywhere’
It is there in air, soil, water, plant, animal.....
Every where!
So we must have admiration for them,
Must nurture and protect them!
Hearting ‘Krjong’ is a crime!

Now everywhere
There is a Chaos!  
Rain fades away
Forest disappears
‘Ingnar’ and ‘Bongkrui’ar
are suffering from starvation!  
Searching food here and there!

Now everywhere
There is a bedlam!  
‘Hanthu’ and ‘Mehek’ are wane
Searching them in day and night!
How we prepare food for ‘Thong Nokbe’!

Now ‘Hi-i-Arnam’ is wandering
Everywhere!

Call everybody
Organize ‘Cho-jun’
to Keep karjong everywhere!

Call one and all
organize ‘Rong Arnam’
To shield karjong everywhere!

Call everyone
organize ‘Wophong Rongker’
To protect ‘karjong’ everywhere!
It is based on Karbi folk believes and tradition.  Karbi is tribal group inhabited mainly in Krbi-Anglong district of Assam, India; which is located in a rain shadow zone. They belief soul is everywhere so everything in nature to be nurture, take care and protected. There is a saying that after creation of world, creator sends two parents to the world and from them again different clan are evolved. Before increase of population creator sprinkle nine seeds to east and west, out of which Hanthu and Mehek germinated and flourish. The first Warrior Thong Nokbe introduce the practices of getting food from wild, he first prepare food from Hanthu and Mehek, so Karbi people consider them as scared food and it is mandatory to prepare it in every auspicious occasion.  
‘Hemphu’ and ‘Mukrang’ – the creator, Karbis hold in high esteem on them;
Karjong- Soul; Amora tree- Foudiaf mangrifera; Wo Plak Pi- Sacred bird (a mythical bird), Sum and Sang- first Karbi Parents;  Ingnar – Elephant; Bongkrui- Tiger, Hanthu- a verity of herbs ( Scientific name Gnetum gnemon L. (Gnetaceae) Gnetum gnemon L. (family Gnetaceae); Mehek-  a variety of Shed tolerating slending tree ( Scientific name - Mehek (Rhynchotechum ellipticum (Dietr.) Gnetum gnemon L. (Gnetaceae) Gnetum gnemon L. (family Gnetaceae),  Thong Nokbe- first Karbi Warrior; Hi-i-Arnam- Evil spirit; ‘Cho-jun’ – a rituals  performed once in three years in ‘normal circumstances’ or if ‘demanded’ earlier. ‘Cho-jun’ is performed for family wellbeing during which the ancestors from both the male and female lineages are also propitiated; Rong Arnam is another ritual observed during the month of Matizang (December) for the protection of the whole village; Wophong Rongker- It is believed that the performance of WophongRongker protects the agricultural lands from the ravages of floods and ensures timely rain.The venue for the performance of Wophong Rongker is the Wophong Rongker than (a stone shrine surrounded by a patch of forest – a sacred grove) situated in the nearby hill just outside the village. It is taboo to even pluck fruits from the trees of the than.
Caitlin Fisher Aug 2015
She is a constellation brought to life
Carved greek marble with a pulse running through her throat
Her tongue is clad with silver
Her hair shines bright as a sparrow’s feather
But when she bleeds
And oh, how she bleeds
Her blood runs red as any other’s

There are demons in this world, you see
Who know it’s easy for me
To mistake her smile for a sunrise
Spectors who seek to destroy such light
For who in the world is more beautiful that she?

I’d bind her heart with mine
To save her from the world’s spite
I’d breathe life into her lungs as if they were my own
Because no monster is as fearsome
As a world deprived of her grace
No beast could be as brutal
As a day without her heartbeat
For she is love, laughter, and goodness untainted
The dawn that rises radiantly
Over every day and daunting night
irsorai Aug 2015
It's okay little brother,
I'll protect you
from yourself.

I'll protect you
from the world.

I would die for you.

I would die for you
a thousand times.

You’re not alone,
I’m right here with you.

This is
not the end,
*not the end.
Copyright © irsorai
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Atop of Mount Sinai
Pious place noone goeth;
Sentinel's keepeth watch
Just in case the Devil showeth.

ii.

I came to an emanation
As the lambent dreweth me near;
She was wearing islander garb
She cometh from afar, not from here.

iii

She explained she was visiting
With the other angelic's inside;
I dropped and I fainted
From tis her beauty I didst cry.

iv.

As tis the squamous underworld master's
Came up from their woeful sleeping;
Mine luminescence bearer held them back
I couldst heareth them yelp, mine body began shaking.

v.

And whilst I was quivering
The rock's began to shaketh;
I kneweth mine queen was unearthly
For tis she saved me, and she fleweth me off, as hell quaketh.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Rafael Melendez Jul 2015
I held her in my arms tightly,
so tightly I was sure she could feel the shivers going down my own spine.
     No harm would ever come to her while she was in my grasp, but **** me if ever I held her too tightly, so tightly  I myself were to hurt her.
Violet Blue Jul 2015
You don't understand
I get that
You don't see it how I do
You don't really realize the beauty of it
The messages
The touch
The caring protection
the feeling of safety
You just don't see that
Cause I don't really tell you
You dont understand
I get it
But don't put them down
please
I love them
Rafael Melendez Jul 2015
Even in death, there lies beauty.
Though it brings absolute hopelessness, we thrive off of it. Would we even be living was it not for the fact that we could die at any moment.
  You see, we are animals, and as animals we instinctively seek to survive. We didn't learn this at birth, yet somehow we still knew.
  But are our instincts all for naught?
No matter the effectiveness of the path taken, the outcome will always remain the same.
  So the question to be asked is not whether or not to be, but what can be done for the ones left behind once we stop being.
Darren Scanlon Jul 2015
To hold you up
if you start to fall
and fly to your side
whenever you call.

To hold you close
when dark closes in,
I’ll feed your heart
and beat from within.

To feel your warmth
and the glow of your smile,
when the clouds are parted
we can see for miles.

To hold your hand
through life's testing times,
to shield and protect
on those slippery climbs

And once the crest
has again been achieved,
to watch you sleep,
see you smile; be relieved.


Written by Darren Scanlon, 15th December 2013.
Revised 16th July 2015.
© 2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
http://www.darrenscanlon.wordpress.com
Raghu Menon Jul 2015
It stood completely dried
Burnt by the fire below
Lit by some stupid inhuman man
of the remains of the waste generated by him.

It stood so tall and might
Housing innumerable nests and birds
Cheered by the chirping of the little birds
Calm and strong protecting them like a father.

It stood so tall and might
Giving shade to those who toil and tire
in the fields surrounding
Giving them a space to nap a bit during their breaks.

It stood tall and might
Giving fruits and flowers
to the young kids who passed by
Who climbed and caressed by clinging to its branches..

It stood tall and might
Loving all, protecting all
Irrespective of being friend or foe
Offering twigs and firewood to women and poor..

It stood tall and might
Protecting from the rains and the sun
from the cyclones and dust storms
From floods and droughts...

It stood tall and might
Protecting so many young plants around
Grass and herbs,
Creepers and climbers alike like a mother would do to her kids.

But...today....

It stood completely dried
Burnt by the fire below
Lit by some stupid inhuman man
of the remains of the waste generated by him.

It still stood tall
with its completely dried golden leaves
A few more days or weeks it may stand
Before the termites and insects
would make it fall down
and along with it, years of memories it brightened up
All through its life ...
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