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Posted by papi on February 24th 2007 in Art, Poetry
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A short animated poem, from the youtube bag of tricks. Enjoy!

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Posted by anupcs on January 01st 2007 in Music, Poetry, Random
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I had a very sedate(d) new year’s eve (NYE) – a radical departure from the hedonistic celebrations of years gone by. Both my wife and I (also some friends) caught a viral fever of some sort during a trip on XMAS weekend. The holiday week was spent watching movies, reading books, and lazing about, in between coughing fits that could be heard as far away as Moffett Field. The good news is that I don’t need to pop any Tylenols as is custom on New Year’s day every year.

I don’t have the energy to call those near and dear to wish them a prosperous new year. How about a blog post instead? Here’s wishing all the English speakers (and others who celebrate January 1st as the first day of the year) a happy new year.

Auld Lang Syne is the poem most associated with NYE. Originally written by that esteemed Scot, Robert Burns, it became part of the official NYE celebrations when Guy Lombardo’s band first used it in 1929. A recording from Lombardo’s band is still played during the NYE Times Square celebration in Manhattan. Burns wrote the poem in old Scots and very few people can remember even the English translation. Here’s the full English version…
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Posted by tafkap on December 05th 2005 in Parenting, Poetry, Religion, Society
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Anup had the following comment off-blog about my previous post - WTF? So I felt obligated to comment on it a little more with a follow up.

We’ve all at some point heard a variation of the phrase “I want my children to experience the things that I missed out on ….”. That parental conceit partially motivates my attempts at introducing my child to the fine arts. The reading of poetry, for example.

One poem we read recently was about Hanukkah. The inevitable interrogations that followed led to the question ‘Who is Jewish?’. Since she knows about Jesus, I ventured an answer through exemplification. ‘Jesus was a Jew’. To which came the reply. ‘Jesus is everything. He’s an Englishman, Indian, American, Australian, Egyptian, Jewish.’ Another poem was about nature. This time, I asked the question. ‘What is nature’. And her immediate response was ‘Being together with life’.
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Posted by papi on September 09th 2005 in Art, Photography, Poetry
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Dreamed of a desert
where metal cactus grew
A strange flower bloomed
Sentinels stood guard
and Giants walked about

Some played
Some raised their arms
to the big blue sky
Some chanted
Some rode iron steeds
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Posted by papi on July 18th 2005 in Literature, Poetry
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The Haiku as a form of poetry has become very popular in the West in recent years. But in English, all too often, the mechanical, bean-counterish aspect of the Haiku is emphasized, rather than its essential nature, which is to strip away all frippery and reduce poetry to its sparest, most elegant form.

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