Man can and must prevent the tragedy of famine in the future instead of merely trying with pious regret to salvage the human wreckage of the famine, as he has so often done in the past.
quote by Norman Borlaug
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Cowper
Famine victims in Africa! !
Onions, opinions, millions, billions, trillions, zillions;
But expressing my views with what i've seen around,
However, this hardships of the famine are now seen on your Television sets as well.
Surgery can lead to disfiguration,
And like the muse of the famine victims of Africa! !
But, i am Cowper who wants to put in my help for the others;
Because, this famine in Africa is so severe.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Meant It
To you it was funny
When they were using my money,
And now you're so far in debt...
You may as well stay there!
It wouldn't be cost effective to bail you out!
'Feast or famine? '
You talking to me?
You sat on pews to pray.
Drove many a day past me
Without a nod or a sign that we had met.
That you are going through a 'phase'
Is something I regret...
Like the time you left me stranded.
Knowning I was damn near on my hands and knees!
I'll take the feast...
You can have the famine!
And the empty space you say I left in your heart!
Remember?
You left me.
I just agreed not to give a damn.
And I meant it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowledge Shall Increase
Learned people in the world gain more knowledge as each day goes by,
Unfortunately they never seem to acknowledge The Lord up in the sky.
Diplomas, certificates, and achievements are their present disguise,
But, The Lord up above will make foolishness the wisdom of the wise.
In the Bible the prophet Daniel stated that knowledge would increase,
However, in light of this increasing knowledge where is their peace.
Even in this world there's a peace to be found, this you can be sure,
But this peace is not of the world, but in the knowledge of The Lord.
The Lord also spoke of a famine that will spread throughout the land,
But his is not the normal famine of food that is known to common man.
It will be a spiritual famine, a worldwide famine of God's Holy Word,
Men's hearts will become harder, even some of those who have heard.
Soon all of the knowledge of the earth will be a thing of the past,
While only the knowledge of The Lord through all Eternity will last.
Man's wisdom and knowledge can be necessary down here on the earth,
But the knowledge for Heaven is higher and must include a New Birth.
This knowledge required for Eternity you will find in only one place,
It is found in God's Holy Bible, which we received through His Grace.
This knowledge is essential for everyone, when all is said and done,
For the only knowledge that will save you, is knowledge of The Son.
(Copyright © 06/2002)
They can rule the world while they can persuade us our pain belongs in some order is death by famine worse than death by suicide, than a life of famine and suicide...?
quote by Adrienne Rich
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To Say Out My Mind
If i can stay on it for one hour,
Then, i will be satisfied with the muse of love to say out my mind;
For m ypeople are now clothed in sackcloth,
And horror had covered them in the name of this famine.
Oh Somalia! !
Your silver and gold are unable to deliver you;
For the famine is severe and sadness are now seen on your faces!
But, i will hand over my love to care for you people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Upon A Penny Loaf
Thy price one penny is in time of plenty,
In famine doubled, 'tis from one to twenty.
Yea, no man knows what price on thee to set
When there is but one penny loaf to get.
Comparison.
This loaf's an emblem of the Word of God,
A thing of low esteem before the rod
Of famine smites the soul with fear of death,
But then it is our all, our life, our breath.
poem by John Bunyan
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Spiritual Famine
There is a famine within the land, as men hunger to understand,
The deeper issues of men’s ways, in these ever changing days.
It’s a famine of a spiritual kind, starving the heart and the mind,
In times that steadily darken, God’s Word men will not hearken.
Instead they lean upon creeds, to fill the deeper spiritual needs,
Needs from within their soul; which makes man spiritually whole.
Though religious they hunger still, as creed is not the Lord’s will,
The Lord’s ways are much higher, and Relationship is His desire.
Fellowship’s what the soul requires, to fulfill its deepest desires,
Man’s creed alone doesn’t equip, the heart for God’s fellowship.
That is why God sent His Son, to be The Mediator for everyone,
Who leaves behind empty creed, for Christ alone fills their need.
We are fed The Word of God, as Christ leads with staff and rod,
Feeding our soul with God’s Truth, with abundant lives as proof.
Avoiding famine we chose instead, His diet of life giving bread,
Following the words of Christ, the Living Truth and Bread of Life.
As the famine grips this world, Eternal Truths we need to herald,
Warning all seduced by mammon, they’ll be defeated by famine.
Only The Word of God can lead, to the prosperity we truly need,
And The Lord’s eternal prosperity, starts at the Cross of Calvary.
(Copyright ©03/2008)
Feast or Famine
Neither feast nor famine
should show its fickle face.
The wine for some
and for most just a trace.
A few bitter drops of bitter liquid
lapped up by their thirst
and why?
Because others must come first?
And who decides this unfair thing?
Must not be the one whose praises we sing.
And who shall stop this unfair thing?
Must not be any that call themselves King.
Neither feast nor famine
should ever be allowed.
And those that feast should hunger
and feed the starving crowd.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Dj Vu
(r, m & b gibb)
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
Im not a saint but stand accused
Youre with someone who thinks loves the same as being used
And now suspicious minds may say its over
Over
Whether I live or die, you are my saviour
Youre my saviour
Its my dj vu, sweet dj vu
Through the feast or famine Ill be with you
Sheltering arms reach out to you
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
The silent nights, I cry your name
Youre with someone who says
They can get you through your pain
These golden years keep on returning
Its hurting
Precious and few
Youre my saviour, youre my saviour
Its my dj vu, sweet dj vu
Through the feast or famine Ill be with you
Sheltering arms reach out to you
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
And cherish what theyve lost
When often its too late
Its my dj vu (memories of you)
Sweet dj vu (keep coming through)
Through the feast or famine
Ill be with you (all that is true)
Sheltering arms reach out to you
Oh baby
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
song performed by by Bee Gees
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No Future, Too Much Past
When you have no future
You have to live in the past
A member of this human race
Who'll pass the finish line last.
The future, things to come
Nothing much except pain
The past, Times gone by
Nothing at all, just plenty of rain.
So disaster looms on every corner
Just waiting to leap out at you
You could take a different path
But it finds you whatever you do.
So the future and the past Are just one and the same
The first and second halves of a stupid bloody game
Impossible to win, Destined to lose
I should just give in and sink into the ooze.
And the future draws to a close
While the past increases in size
No future, too much past
And more loneliness, sadness and lies.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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Ireland.
Written for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880.
Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland,
Charmer of the sun and sea,
Bright beguiler of old anguish,
How could Famine frown on thee?
As our Gulf-Stream, drawn to thee-ward,
Turns him from his northward flow,
And our wintry western headlands
Send thee summer from their snow,
Thus the main and cordial current
Of our love sets over sea, --
Tender, comely, valiant Ireland,
Songful, soulful, sorrowful Ireland, --
Streaming warm to comfort thee.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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Until you heal the wounds of your past, You will continue to bleed into the future,
Until you heal the wounds of your past,
You will continue to bleed into the future,
One can own ones past, but you can heal,
Move on I was told, by a human heart, mine,
A statement I read,
'Until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed into the future.'
Gave me the the words,
I now own my future,
My human heart told me, it is time,
I own my past,
Now the past is misplaced,
It will rear it's ugly head, from time to time,
But the future is mine to keep,
Beyond all past examples, the future is mine,
Not knowing the future is exciting,
But it's mine to dream.
poem by Batibchar Mocculta
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We Cannot Eat Money
Pollution and nuclear poisoning has become Worldwide
And will there be a Worldwide famine when the Earth we have destroyed?
When the last root crop has failed and the last animal has died money we cannot eat
There will be a Worldwide famine without milk and bread and meat.
The World as we now know it cannot carry on this way
More bombings in the Middle East we hear of every day
Droughts and famines in Africa how long can this go on
'Tis not too late of changing our ways before all hope has gone
For the survival of the future generations who must suffer for our greed
It is not by good example that we have chosen to lead
The people we call our leaders have been leading us astray
And for our abuse of Nature the price will be great to pay.
Wars and terrorism and famines we hear of every day
And in the world of big business and entertainment there is corruption and decay
But only when the last root crop has failed and the last animal has died we will come to realize
That we cannot eat money though too late then to be wise
poem by Francis Duggan
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Love Is
Love is not that simple
Not as simple as,
Love is?
Yet I remember you,
In and out of love,
Nothing lost
That is not gained
Yes I remember you,
In and out of love
In a year full of famine
Finding you here
Standing in the midst of war
After the rain
And the dance of lost chances
I remember you standing here
As clear as a picture
Brighter than those days now gone
Moving in and out of love
Like shadows
In and out like waves across the sun
So much to live for
So much richness found in famine
And love is, and love was,
Never quite here
Never quite gone
yvette smith july 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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There's a Good Time Coming
There's a good time coming in the golden by-and-by:
And I wish, oh, how I wish that it would come!
There's a wise day dawning, by the portents in the sky,
To usher in the glad millenium.
When heaven-sent technocracy displaces our democracy,
Goodbye to man's hypocrisy and greed.
But I wonder, oh, I wonder if we'll all be planted under
Ere the good time gladdens human need.
There's a good time coming, but the road we have to go
Is strewn with all the wreckage of the past.
And there's quite a lot of salvage ere we end this worldly woe
And gain the golden terminus at last.
The wonders of machinery that dominates our scenery
Have left the blundering ancients far behind;
But I wonder, oh, I wonder if we haven't made a blunder
In neglecting that machine, the human mind.
There's a good time coming; but the echo answers, 'When?'
And I wish, oh, I wish that I could say.
Two thousand years have scarce sufficed to change the minds of men;
We may hardly hope to change them in a day.
I would not cry calamity when others aim at amnity,
And hope within me ever conquered fear.
But I wonder, oh, I wonder, when the clouds are torn asunder,
If you and I are likely to be here.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Sonnet: Nature Is More Powerful
Who can prevent the clouds from sailing past,
Across the Moon’s most splendid, golden face?
Who can prevent the wind from blowing fast,
Across the treeless, sandy desert’s place?
Who can prevent the ocean’s rising tre, nd
The endless dashing waves upon the shore?
Who can prevent the scorching Sun or bend,
The Sunbeam’s from striking the earth before?
All nature’s ways are far from man’s control;
The human race is one in her eyesight;
To reset Nature should not be man’s goal;
Nature is kind and does things always right.
’Tis man who builds his walls between neighbors!
A heart of envy, malintent harbors.
poem by John Celes
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War, famine, poverty and oppression of the workers will continue while woman makes life cheap. They will cease only when she limits her reproductivity and human life is no longer a thing to be wasted.
quote by Margaret Sanger
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Word Association
To lose - Le Trec
Le Trec - short
Short - cake
Cake - eat
Eat - famine
Famine - world
World - war
War - wound
Wound - bandage
Bandage - wind
Wind - up
Up -end
End - game
Game - terminate
poem by Frank E Gibbard
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Present
Bury the Past
Forget the Future
Think about the Present
Be alert and cautious in the present
Do not regret about the past
Or worry about the future
Past is gone
Future is unknown
Present is what you have today
So utilise it to the fullest extent
Its your life's biggest asset
That will fetch you great dividends
Realize that this is a gift given to you by God
That's why it is called as "PRESENT"
poem by Kavita Iyer
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To My Brothers & Sisters Adrift in Troubled Times This Poem of the Moon.
Since the disorders in Henan and the famine in Guannei, my brothers and sisters have been scattered. Looking at the moon, I express my thoughts in this poem, which I send to my eldest brother at Fuliang, my seventh brother at Yuqian, My fifteen brother at Wujiang and my younger brothers and sisters at Fuli and Xiagui.
My heritage lost through disorder and famine,
My brothers and sisters flung eastward and westward,
My fields and gardens wrecked by the war,
My own flesh and blood become scum of the street,
I moan to my shadow like a lone-wandering wildgoose,
I am torn from my root like a water-plant in autumn:
I gaze at the moon, and my tears run down
For hearts, in five places, all sick with one wish.