The trebling of the population in this small and impoverished country, flowing with milk and honey but not with sufficient water, rich in rocks and sand dunes but poor in natural resources and vital raw materials, has been no easy task Indeed, practical men, with their eyes fixed upon things as they are, regarded it as an empty and insubstantial utopian dream.
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Inevitable for M 'lady Mary Gordley
The rugged rocks although they try
cannot prevent, merely delay.
The flowing stream which will pass by
and in so doing wear away.
The rocks which try to stem the flow
and slowly grind them down to sand.
This is the secret rivers know
theirs is the task to change the land
Although the rugged rocks maintain.
That they will keep their pride of place.
The water moves them grain by grain
until there’s very little trace.
They may endure for centuries
but water flows eternally.
The rocks succumb eventually
and leave the river flowing free.
Time also like a river flows
and wears away the lives of men
Though to what end and what purpose.
Men question time and time again.
There are some things we may not know
and that is why there’s no reply.
We only know it must be so
that in due course all men must die.
22-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Why World Future Looks Grim
Why world future looks so grim
Why having good life could be just a dream
There are sign that end of world is near
We like it or not the doomsday soon or later will be here
As world increases in population
It consumes all the earth natural resources and creates such a disaster pollution
As People living longer and longer
Financial burden will make it impossible to provide them healthcare any longer
So there will be hard decision to make who will die or stay alive
Of course if you have enough money you could survive
Population increase will way surpass our agriculture land
At the time more population will increase food demand
Technology such as computer eventually will create massive layoff
Since computer more and more takes a jobs away from human and let them go off
Human greed and so much desire for materials will bring this world to end
Controlling human greed, world population, clean air, caring for eachother that’s the solution my friend
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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On The Dunes
Drive along the sea
Far from the citys twitch and smoke
To a misty beach
Thats where my life became a joke
On the dunes
On the dunes
(became a joke on the dunes)
Where rents are high
And seabirds cry
On the dunes
As you spoke you must have known
It was a kind of homicide
I stood and watched my happiness
Drift outwards with the tide
On the dunes
On the dunes
(homicide on the dunes)
It wasnt fair
Its brutal there
On the dunes
Pretty boats
Sweeping along the shore
In the faltering light
Pretty women
With their lovers by their side
Its like an awful dream
I have most every night
In the summer all the swells
Join in the search for sun and sand
For me its just a joyless place
Where this loneliness began
On the dunes
On the dunes
(loneliness on the dunes)
Im pretty tough
But the wind is rough
On the dunes
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Nouveau Riche
I’d rather be a nouveau riche
than some impoverished veteran.
I’m looking for a nouveau niche
that’s hopefully a better ’un
than that which I now occupy,
without resources that the rich
have, whether old or nouveau––I
don’t really think it matters which.
Too long I’ve been a nouveau poor.
It isn’t fun, you don’t get used
to poverty, the only cure
that gives my poverty a boost
is taking out new credit cards
that have a pleasing plastic glow,
ignoring all the crass canards
I hear from those to whom I owe
a fortune. They must know I won’t
repay them––can’t when nouveau poor!
Repayment cannot be my wont
till I have nouveau riche allure
to help me keep up with expenses,
impoverished by nouveau schemes.
Till creditors come to their senses
I can’t fulfill my nouveau dreams,
a man who, though a nouveau poor,
would rather he were nouveau riche,
though unrealistic, to be sure,
more real than those men who eat quiche.
12/27/99,3/30/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Walk On Water
I met a magic man,
who had a daughter
She learned her lessons well,
but still i taught her
She followed willingly,
as lambs to slaughter
We shared forbiden fruits,
and things i brought her
You may say i'm a miracle mannequin,
Here i come with my mystical plan again,
Although you think i can, i'm just a man
And I don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
I followed willingly,
a sweet temptation
She had me hypnotized,
and still i'm waiting
My dromedary dreams
as wet as oceans
With sand dunes bearing seeds
she set in motion
You may say i'm a cynical charlatan
There i go with my whimsical ways again
Although you think i can, i'm just a man
And i don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
Kaliedoscopial eyes
as you look in the mirror
And the long is getting
shorter as the far is now nearer
Are you just a mirror
standing in front of me?
Am i blind,
can my eyes really see?
You may say i'm a miracle mannequin,
Here i come with my mystical plan again,
Although you think i can, i'm just a man
And i don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
My dromedary dreams
as wet as oceans
With sand dunes bearing seeds
she set in motion
My dromedary dreams
My dromedary dreams
My dromedary dreams
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Party lines
We collect funds on their names
Spend it on some other means
Poor suffer on many accounts
Nothing is reaching to them as an amount
All the schemes are for their well being
May be the real intent but not enough of doing
If whole of iceberg is earmarked
Only small piece may reach as marked
Not an ordinary human being may watch
The bread and other things being snatched
By a person who has no right to take away
Much awaited relief which has disappeared on the way
Life has become difficult to pull on
Not easy to find square meal and carry on
Many commit suicide and many resort to crimes
It is really termed as bad times
Government work on party lines
Population and other factors are put on sidelines
They have fixed time to function with mandate
They compromise on many things and accommodate
Large fund is laundered and sent out side
For family staying abroad to provide
The precious foreign currency for personal use
And poor at country side face simple refusal
There may be some difficulties
Legal hitch and poor fund utilities
Yet effective monitoring is their obligation
People in street may know nothing about situation
Let some facilities be availed by poor
Lt they not run from door to door
We are paying taxes for their upliftment
No one should come in their way at any moment
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Import and Export
Import the things more the country really need
For its economic development
Such as food, raw materials for various industries
Technology, electric power and so on.
Export the things that are surplus and competitive
And whose demand is in the foreign countries.
With a view to boost export
The government should minimize export duty
And encourage the exporters
By reducing tariff on import of associated raw materials.
The government must discourage import of nonessential items
By imposing higher import duty
And encourage production of luxury items in the country.
In the modern world international trade can play a vital role
In the economic development of any country
That’s why the governments must emphasize on it evermore.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Poor Villagers
Though god has given many good things
but deprived from most civic facilities.
Can't have good school and hospital
to get employment least opportunity.
No access to technological development
roads and transport quality very poor.
Half of government budget for projects
simply becomes corruption's devour.
Natural resources are captured by rich
social resources by bureau- political people.
Legal system is petite before politicians
system is succumbed before influential.
In under developed countries, the villager's
meagre earning and poor living condition
looks they're waiting in halfway houses
yet to begin process of social integration.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Poor villager
Though god has given some good things
but deprived from most civic facilities.
Can't have good school and hospital
to get employment least opportunity.
No access to technological development
roads and transport quality very poor.
Half of government budget for projects
simply becomes corruption's devour.
Natural resources are captured by rich
social resources by bureau- political people.
Legal system is petite before politicians
system is succumbed before influential.
In under developed countries, the villager's
meagre earning and poor living condition
looks they're waiting in halfway houses
yet to begin process of social integration.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Easy Street
Ive had enough of forever being told what to say and do
Ive had enough
Ive had enough being always pushed around by the likes of you
Im making some plans of my own now
And you know what you can do
Im so tired
Tired of the man giving me such a hard, hard time
Im so tired
You make a man work so hard every day,
Dont you know its a crime
Always got to hit the deadline
When will I ever get some peace of mind
Ill find a girl thats rich and pretty
Ill get myself the key to the big city
Find a way to make some money
Move into the land of milk and honey
Everythings sweet and lifes a treat
Feel the heat on easy street
Im movin on
Movin on to a place that I see all the time in my dreams
Im movin on
Gone, gone, gone from the misery
Ive taken all that I can now
Gonna take my time on easy street
Ill find a girl thats rich and pretty
Get myself the key to the big city
Find a way to make some money
Move into the land of milk and honey
Everythings sweet and lifes a treat
Feel the heat on easy street
Ive found a girl thats rich and pretty
Got myself the key to the big city
Found a way to make some money
Moved into the land of milk and honey
Everythings sweet and lifes a treat
Feel the heat on easy street
(repeat)
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Dunes
oh! man. remember the day when you are born, the sky that
twinkle in your eyes, as the sea breeze, in the dunes of sand,
tranquil, in the luminous pavement of water beneath your
mother's tear
you have chatter the fears of death, of which the stings of pain,
labour in the weary sweat of your father hand has come to sprout
like orchards green of graves in the blue sky in your mother
dream
a dunes, that whisper the cool olive oil in the green leaves of
summer in the meadow of oasis of desert from the storm in the,
night of the skies, waiting to capture the smiling faces of your
loved father and mother cribs
like a cheddar, full of tasted cream of cheese, in every tongue,
awaits to capture the aroma of judgment in our hearts, so
especial, that every wind calls our spirit to mingle every direction
it brings
each pieces of sand, leads us to a place, where the emptied
soul, find its meaning of being one in the darkness of uncertainty
a call for, to follow the segment of our life in the course of nature
tranquility
life is what we make it, a wind that redirect us to focus ourselves,
the dunes of where we have to follow, where the cooled wind,
will brings to the sea of life everlasting
' let the dunes be, a dunes to other in the great blue ocean of God'
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poem by Antonio Liao
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There is not a flower or bird in sight, only a small screen on which lines are moving, while the child sits almost motionless, pushing at the keyboard with one finger. As a learning environment, it may be mentally rich, but it is perceptually extremely impoverished. No smells or tastes, no wind or bird song (unless the computer is programmed to produce electronic tweets), no connection with soil, water, sunlight, warmth, the actual learning environment is almost autistic in quality, impoverished sensually, emotionally, and socially.
Poetry's Golden Day
I don't want to be busy as a bee
I want to enjoy and take it easy
I won't work hard to get rich
I fly in dream like a witch
And go to places where no one can go
And see many things that no one can show
My mind is rich in everyway
If I remain poor it's okay
I play with the words like Pele
To bring poetry's golden day
poem by Asif Andalib
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Its Only Natural
Ice will melt, water will boil
You and I can shake of this mortal coil
Its bigger than us
You dont have to worry about it
Ready or not, here comes the drop
You feel lucky when you know where you are
You know its gonna come true
Here in your arms I remember
Its only natural that I should want to be there with you
Its only natural that you should feel the same way too
Its easy when you dont try going on first impressions
Man in a cage has made his confession now
Youve seen me at my worst
And it wont be the last time Im down there
I want you to know I feel completely at ease
Read me like a book thats fallen down
Between your knees, please
Let me have my way with you
Its only natural that I should want to be there with you
Its only natural that you should feel the same way too
Its circumstantial, its nothing written in the sky
And we dont have to try
But well be shaking like mud, buildings of glass
Sink in to the bay, theyll be under the rocks again
You dont have to say
I know youre afraid
Its only natural that I should want to be there with you
Its only natural that you should feel the same way too
Its circumstantial, its something I was born to
Its only natural, can I help it if I want to
song performed by by Crowded House
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Everybody dreams.
Everybody dreams.
Children dream,
Adults dream,
Old people dream.
I dream, too.
I dream about the friends with whom I'll grow old,
I dream about the person whose hands I'll hold,
I dream about being young and in love,
I dream about loved ones, looking down from above.
I dream of the places I'll one day see,
I dream of being wild and free,
I dream of my house, high on the rocks,
I dream of the sand underneath my socks.
I dream of the people I'd love to greet,
I dream of the things I'll say when we meet,
I dream of hearing their voices sing,
I dream of being happy with everything.
I dream of travelling with a map in my hand,
I dream of never coming back to this land,
I dream of finding myself - in sense
I dream of jumping far off this fence.
I dream of any things that one day I'll know,
I dream of the freedom: a dream I won't let go,
I dream of my future and marvel at my pride
As my heart is flying and singing inside.
poem by Twilight Whispers
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The Face-mask of Human Beings!
Most human beings wear a mask
To hide their real face in life;
To some this is an easy task;
In modern world, such masks are rife!
Some hide the beast alive within;
Some hide their meek and soft nature;
Some hide their blunders, follies, sin;
Some hide their grief, sorrow, rapture!
Yet, why do people do such things?
– The world is not so trust-worthy;
Our earthly life, more failures brings;
We aim to live a life, ‘mirthy’!
The face reflects one’s expressions;
The eyes are mirrors of the mind;
The mask covers one’s depressions;
No one discerns the truths behind!
The ones who wear a mask for face
Are successful most times on earth;
They’ve changed the contours of the race;
Their complexion seems false from birth!
‘Why should the world know what I feel?
Why should I show my emotions?
To most, the mask is worth the deal;
And works quite well like fine potions! ’
A few really abhor masks;
They live a life on earth, real;
They’re natural in all their tasks;
Their palate loves a genuine meal!
A few may try to read your mind –
But this is not an easy task;
Let face change with what life may bring;
But never wear in life, face-mask!
Our earthly lives has ‘ups and downs’;
In joyful times, we laugh or smile;
When anger fills, we show some frowns;
This is God-destined natural style!
Remove the mask upon your face,
And meet the world with pleasant gaze;
Let face be bright and not a haze;
Thus walk or run in your own pace!
Align with Mother Nature’s codes,
And dance in life to Her love-tunes;
The Maker guides you in life’s roads;
There’s music o’er desert sand-dunes!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-12-2008
poem by John Celes
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What is classic?
Easy to borrow, that too to maxim,
Easy to write, that too so fast,
Easy to get at will a wealth of materials,
You and I can write volumes about things.
Hard to borrow, that too with efforts, ,
Hard to write, that too with hardships, ,
Hard to get at ease such materials,
Ancient scholars wrote their works.
Let us bow to such men of the past..
17.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whispering palm
Whispering the sound of joy, river of joy flowing from the heart The heart harbour all manner of things The heart harbour good things The heart harbour evil things as well The heart of man is desperately wicked who can know it The heart of man is desperately wicked that it does wickedness to his flesh and blood, despite the fact they say blood is thicker than water I am at a loss, how wickedness persist in the heart of man without letting go i say The palm is tightly fixed to arm as the palm tree leaf is droplet dew greenish speaking beauty love Even when i am asleep it keeps running like a flowing tap, endless love flowing running tap galore without removing my eyes for second The flowing love that flows like a running tap of water has become a rei
Occurring decimal in my heart If i sleep it comes as a flash It still comes as a flash when i am awake that servants could be riding on horses while princes walk on the ground like servants killing the morale of those watching afar with suprise If the clouds are full of rain they empty themselves upon the good, bad, and the ugly If men would have being God Almighty the whole earth would have being totally wiped out of existence but God is not man Truely even at that when the doors are shut in the strreets, and the sound of grinding is low; when one rises up at the sound of a bird it makes peace reign in the heart for a day to always remember is fun Do not curse the king, even in your thought, do not curse the rich even in your bedroom for a bird of the air may carry your voice and a bird in flight may tell the matter, who cares about that because my heart boils of hatred that is persisting in the land, where nothing seems to work The greenish whispering palm only gives one assurance of hope for real to make the matter go.
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Of Necessity
You need me, and it's true
I live where clouds are low
Descend to kiss the honey
Of your body, very slow.
So very much you need me
And in all my years of heaven
I have never known a need
As from you to me is given
Between us in the sheets
It is perfect seduction
Conceived in smoke of loneliness
Born beyond this wedlock
Out of this necessity
Chained here to the earth
To this Love we chained ourselves
Knowing what was needed
With your Cohen and my Brel
We spoke one and another
Lyric language poetry
Re-positioning our limbs
As prepositions for each other
Joy and Peace we named
The children of our unity
The milk and honey of your breasts
Flowing from necessity
Of water stored
Of stars and mud
Of bread and rain
Of milk and blood.
poem by Frank Bana
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The Poor Is Wealthy
Blessings upon them conceived,
And the rich becomes empty,
By the root of evil they are deceived.
The humble rejoice,
Knowing life in the balance
Prayers are answered with grace,
Gods will in our conscience.
Whatever you magnify,
Will become your god,
The poor is wealthy,
Sometimes they are sad.
When their eyes are wet,
Like blur violet, it's hard to be proud
Feeling totally inadequate,
The poor put their trust in God.
Blessed are the poor in spirit;
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Those who recognize they have no credit
There is treasure stored up for them.
Some are rich and have acquired wealth,
God chosen those who are poor,
In the eyes of the world to be rich in faith,
And inherit a kingdom on the celestial shore.
poem by Gerry Legister
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