Earth's Preference
Earth loves her young: a preference manifest:
She prompts them to her fruits and flower-beds;
Their beauty with her choicest interthreads,
And makes her revel of their merry zest;
As in our East much were it in our West,
If men had risen to do the work of heads.
Her gabbling grey she eyes askant, nor treads
The ways they walk; by what they speak oppressed.
How wrought they in their zenith? 'Tis not writ;
Not all; yet she by one sure sign can read:
Have they but held her laws and nature dear,
They mouth no sentence of inverted wit.
More prizes she her beasts than this high breed
Wry in the shape she wastes her milk to rear.
poem by George Meredith
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Loves and laws
Loves and laws…
Loves will bend and loves have bench.
Bet my Betty loves in tents.
Hold to be the looks for best.
Men have chances are better rest.
Money ranks are fruits are trees.
Smart will pay our simple fees.
Wealth is ill to get but smart.
Heads and mouth are loving arts.
Love our smart as captain grand.
Roles of sexes are loves with DAN..
Strong and active all can love.
All the ways to banks have laughs.
Beauty trades are good to buy.
Dance on beds are happy guys.
Cat is fat and ranks are dirt.
Tyrants' ways are bad from birth.
Peking models sexes have BIO.
Loves as cats or dogs that mind.
Model BIO are teacher pets.
Free are open active sexes.
Jonny cash are PEKING MISS.
Greenish books are secret means.
Some are secret agents tools.
Goble crimes are gods as told.
--Cheung Shun sang=Cauchy3---
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poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Earth Day,2008
Save planet earth;
Save earth from man;
Save all species,
Including man!
Man spills the oil
Upon the seas,
And kills the fish,
Birds, ruthlessly!
Man steals the shelf
Of coral reef,
And ruins grounds
Where fishes breed.
Man flattens hills,
Breaks mountains whole,
For granite stones:
So climes vary.
Man warms the earth
In many ways,
And makes the hole
In ozone sky.
Man shifts the weight
On earth’s surface,
By sky-scrapers:
And born are quakes
Man deforests
For farming lands;
Wild beasts come out
To eat his crops.
Man poaches beasts
For skin and bones,
And builds reserves
To save species.
Man sinks bore-wells
For raising crops,
And drought occurs
As trees are cut.
Man pollutes air
And water, soil;
Diseases come
New, unheard of.
Man makes genes too,
And clones some beasts;
But can’t breathe life
To things he makes.
Man kills his own
Through abortions,
And brags he does
For Eugenics.
Man wastes money
And resources,
While people starve
To death, in crowds.
Man spoils Nature
In many ways,
But takes not blame
For blunders made.
Man does most things
In stupid ways,
Quite hazardous
To human race.
Man acts like God
In every field
But cannot ape
The Maker’s feat.
Man boasts with pride
The things he makes;
Not one seems good
Like how God made.
Mother Nature
Has her balance;
Let man align
To her, sweet ways.
No man can beat
The Maker’s feat;
No creature can
Surpass the Lord!
Save planet earth;
Save earth from man;
Save all species,
Including man!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-16-2008
poem by John Celes
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Go West
Safe on the interstate
New york is three thousand miles away
And Im not looking forward to following through
But its better than always running back into you
Ive closed my eyes and my bank account
And gone west, young man
Take off the parking brake
Go coasting into a different state and Im not looking forward to missing you
But I must have something better to do
Ive got to tear my life apart and go west, young man
And it feels like Ive got something to prove
But in some ways its just something to do
My friends turn me around and say, you go west, young man
Stepping down off my platform shoes
69 in the afternoon
And Im waiting for someone in the know
Like pirner tells me on the radio
Says take it from someone whos been there before
You go west, young man and Im looking for somebody to do my thinking for me till I come through
The state-line highway sign says you have gone west, young man
And it feels like Ive got something to prove
But in some ways its just something to do
The state-line highway sign says you have gone west, young man
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Living Idol
Her face is black and shiny
Like a just burnished ebony
When Sun rays swept
Into beads of her cold sweat
Hundred more Suns did reflect
At once, glowing bright
Her toil since childhood
Bestowed her the best shape
To make jealous any Miss World
Her rhythmic movements
While at work or when
She does simply walk
Can sure invoke poetic zest
To follow her elegant gait
To run eloquent into metrical beats
Those countless tears and holes in her sari
Struggling to cover her raw, rustic beauty
Are like windows to her explicit misery
Her total muliebrity so natural
Like a leaf amongst leaves
A flower amongst flowers
Flowing like a gushing waterfall
No wild surmises about her
She is not a glittering cine-star
Nor a cover girl on a tabloid
But, a very common Indian maiden
One of several millions seen
Anywhere in our dear Nation
Paddy fields, labor yards or fish ponds
Salt pans, spinning mills or gold mines
As omnipotent as poverty
Reigning high in this great country
Where womanhood is worshipped
As Goddess Adi Para Shakhty
The holy Generatrix deity
Governess of the whole universe with piety
But in blood and flesh her earthly body
Seen as sheer sex symbol only
By those eyes of leering lechery
She is an oppressed grace
Of God's choicest creativity
She is an ever- drudging human gender
Serving vainglory husbands
And a desecrated living Idol
In a ravaged humane temple
Sathya…….
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Warned
They stood at the garden gate.
By the lifting of a lid
She might have read her fate
In a little thing he did.
He plucked a beautiful flower,
Tore it away from its place
On the side of the blooming bower,
And held it against his face.
Drank in its beauty and bloom,
In the midst of his idle talk;
Then cast it down to the gloom
And dust of the garden walk.
Ay, trod it under his foot,
As it lay in his pathway there;
Then spurned it away with his boot,
Because it had ceased to be fair.
Ah! the maiden might have read
The doom of her young life then;
But she looked in his eyes instead,
And thought him the king of men.
She looked in his eyes and blushed,
She hid in his strong arms' fold;
And the tale of the flower, crushed
And spurned, was once more told.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Women are oppressed in the east, in the west, in the south, in the north. Women are oppressed inside, outside home, a woman is oppressed in religion, she is oppressed outside religion.
quote by Taslima Nasrin
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Beauty In Essence
I read beautiful sentence 'beauty is joy forever'
How best to understand 'beauty lies in the eyes of beholder'
I was restless and decided to search
But I had imagined it as beyond reach
God only knows how to define beauty
He has created it and certainly is his duty
I shall have to feel or be the part of beautiful universe
If I am granted black color then it should not be the cause of curse
Oh God! What a project I have taken on hand?
Not even almighty has tried to understand
It was freely distributed on earth by nature
Many flowers have come up in garden to reassure
'No, it can't be as simple as that' I was amused
I opened eyes but in misbelieve refused
Why was it not attracting as it should have been?
I thought for a while but lacked the power to be called divine
Wherever I moved and tried to guess
I saw the same power with divine face
He was there in each particle
Each one speaking itself as independent article
I found beauty in black eyes
With same attraction and force it tried
Not that white lacked any appeal
But black represented nothing to repeal
I raised my hands and looked at his mighty power
Only rain god had the blessings to offer
Bring life and beauty to earth in general
So many appeared quickly and many disappeared with funeral
I tried to read and decode the beautiful language
I was not young enough to understand that page
Where all the material was available to feel beautiful
But I found it at no place and remained unsuccessful
I find each object better than the other
Among the females I could see only mother
In the garden I could find only rose flower
Where else I need to go now to find beautiful cover?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Unstooping
Low on his fours the Lion
Treads with the surly Bear;
But Men straight upward from the dust
Walk with their heads in the air;
The free sweet winds of heaven,
The sunlight from on high
Beat on their clear bright cheeks and browns
As they go striding by;
The doors of all their houses
They arch so they may go,
Uplifted o’er the four-foot beasts,
Unstooping, to and fro.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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The Hungry Squirrel
It is the winter of 2001;
’Tis raining cats and dogs;
A hungry squirrel madly runs,
In frantic search of food!
It can’t control its hunger pangs;
The weather’s damp and cold;
There is no sign of any food;
How can it remain warm?
The guava-fruits have disappeared;
Papayas are unripe;
The Pea-fowls guard the Palmyras;
There are no wild berries.
The squirrel squeaks quite endlessly;
Its warmth is running out;
Perhaps, it thinks of grandpa-days,
Of juicy fruits and nuts.
But soon, the squeaks have feeble gone;
Did the rodent find some food?
Nature often cruel turns,
Leaving the beasts unfed.
The Squirrel hasn’t turned up, of late;
Is it then dead or gone?
Starved to death by Nature dear?
Or perhaps still alive!
While men can go and purchase food,
What can these poor beasts do?
Yet, Mother Nature cares for them,
Much better than me, you!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-16-2001
poem by John Celes
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What Else Can?
Beauty of Nature makes all love much;
Natural beauty has a special value ever;
Beauty of flower influences love sure....!
Beauty of sea, sky, misty mounts absorb all!
Cascading water fall of Niagara is lovely ever!
Peaceful snow mountains of Himalayas is blissful!
Height of Everest and depth of Pacific are exquisite!
Half setting sun and half rising moon are ever a wonder!
Seas and oceans with such beauty are wonder par excellence!
Colourful butterflies hopping from flower to flower
Surely reflect angels of heaven on earth forever!
Oyster with white pearl is flower unique of sea ever!
If such beautiful Nature does not kindle love, what else can?
If you fail to love such beauty, your life is a great waste sure!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Man destroys, Nature salvages
How Nature creates life thats dear with ease?
How Nature sifts, selects, protects the best?
Yet, man creates, sometimes with new disease;
In ways, unheard of, costly, but with zest.
Yet, man destroys the human lives with ease;
And Nature too gets maimed beyond salvage;
Destruction too is done for mega fees;
Thus, Man lives in an earth, he turned his cage!
Who gave man rights to destroy his own race?
Who gave him this freedom to procreate?
And man has given earth a bizzare face;
Most sufferings, man-made will ne'er abate.
When will man know that life is good, precious?
When will man learn his ways are bad, vicious?
poem by John Celes
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Villanelle Of Sunset
Come hither, child, and rest,
This is the end of day,
Behold the weary West!
Sleep rounds with equal zest
Man's toil and children's play,
Come hither, child, and rest.
My white bird, seek thy nest,
Thy drooping head down lay,
Behold the weary West!
Now eve is manifest
And homeward lies our way,
Behold the weary West!
Tired flower! upon my breast
I would wear thee alway,
Come hither, child, and rest -
Behold the weary West!
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Villanelle
Come hither, child, and rest,
This is the end of day,
Behold the weary West!
Sleep rounds with equal zest
Man's toil and children's play,
Come hither, child, and rest.
My white bird, seek thy nest,
Thy drooping head down lay,
Behold the weary West!
Now eve is manifest
And homeward lies our way,
Behold the weary West!
Tired flower! upon my breast
I would wear thee alway,
Come hither, child, and rest -
Behold the weary West!
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Nature’s Always the Best
Why change the rose’s hue to black and blue?
Why spray the chickens with colors galore?
Why trim the shrubs into the shapes we think?
What God has given stays always the best!
The genes will manifest their innate traits;
The environs can alter them a bit;
The laws of Nature work even in freaks;
Flawless is God’s creation to the core!
Let man align with Nature in all spheres;
The mind of man can’t control Nature’s ways;
All Nature’s furies, man can’t comprehend;
God is the Master of the universe.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-5-2009
poem by John Celes
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Margaret
I KNOW a garden where white lilies grow,
Under the grey sweet-laden apple boughs;
It is a garden where the roses blow,
And honeysuckle covers half the house.
O happy garden, do you keep the vows
Breathed in your quiet ear beneath the rose,
Or do you tell the tale to each soft wind that blows?
Across your grassy paths she used to stray,
She moved among you like a living flower,
Her beauty drank your beauty every day,
Your beauty decked her beauty every hour.
You gave her rose and lily for a dower,
With all sweet flowers and fruits your bosom bore--
She took them all--and now she comes not any more.
O garden, if you breathe such secret things
To the south wind who loves you, tell him this:
To spread the scented softness of his wings,
And seek that other garden where she is,
And bid him bear no blossom and no kiss;
Only, dear garden, tell the wind to say
How grey the world is grown since Margaret went away!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Funmilola
SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT YOU WILL WANT TO KEEP LOOKING AT HER, HER SMILE BRING SMILE TO EVERY LIPS.HER EYES WONT EVER MAKE HER WANT TO LIE.HER BEAUTY IS LIKE A ROSE IN FULL BLOOM, SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT WHEN OUR CREATOR THOUGHT OF BEAUTY HE SAW ONLY HER.SHE IS WONDERFULY MADE, GOD MADE HER SMILE OF THE SUNSHINE, AND HE MAOLDED HER HEART OF PURE GOLD, IN HER EYES HE PLACED BRIGHT SHINING STARS, IN HER CHEEKS FAIR ROSE YOU SEE.SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT IF A THOUSAND PAINTER WORK FOR A MILLION YEARS THEY COULD NOT CREATE A WORK OF ART AS BEAUTIFUL AS HER.SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS VIRGIN SAND, SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS RAINBOW FULL OF COLOURS, SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS STARS FILLED THE SKY, SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS BLOOMING FLOWER.OH BEAUTIFUL HER NAME WAS CALLED, SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL, SHE SPEAK OF BEAUTY, SHE SLEEP IN BEAUTY, , SHE WALK IN BEAUTY, SHE LIVE IN BEAUTY.SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT THEIR IS NO FLOWER THAT CAN BE COMPARED TO HER BEAUTY, SHE IS REINCANATION OF AN ANGEL, FAIREST OF ALL, GODESS OF BEAUTIES, EXQUISITE BEAUTY LIKE SUNSHINE.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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Beauty, Beautious, Beautiful
Beauty is not a superficial form
Each has their own in essential nature
And in the actions they perform
Until the dissolution of their life
To leave beauty’s impressions in our hearts
Yesterdays beauty never leaves or departs.
Beauty is all around
Each and every place it may be found
As you look with open eyes
Upon the forms that nature makes
Then man seeks to imitate
Yearning to match that beauty all around.
Beauty if you cannot find
Beauty must be in mind
Beauty is in purity
Beauty of simplicity
Beauty runs right through and through
Beauty in me, and them, and you.
Beauty, beauteous, beautiful
Beauty in heaven
Beauty in fire
Beauty in earth
And finally beauty in a simple verse.
poem by David Taylor
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The Scholars
BALD heads forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald heads
Edit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love's despair
To flatter beauty's ignorant ear.
All shuffle there; all cough in ink;
All wear the carpet with their shoes;
All think what other people think;
All know the man their neighbour knows.
Lord, what would they say
Did their Catullus walk that way?
poem by William Butler Yeats
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We were young, we were merry, we were very, very wise, And the door stood open at our feast, When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes, And a man with his back to the East.
quote by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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Summer
And sleeps thy heart when flower and tree
Adorn the summer stillness?
And did young Spring pass over thee
In chillness?
Their scent delights and pleases,
On petalled breezes blown,
But in their beauty freezes
Thine own.
The flower awakes, the tree is leafed,
Yet love in thee is dumb,—
Flowers fall, fruits ripen, corn is sheafed,
Ho! Winter’s cold will come.
When wakens some November morn
Dew-soft, around thee brightly,
And blossoms on the grey hawthorn
Lie whitely,
Come thou, thy bosom beating,
And learn, through new-found bliss,
No time so joyous, fleeting,
As this.
Come thou, with shadows in thine eyes,
And singing in thy heart,
And learn, ’mid trees, with flowers and skies,
How young and dear thou art.
poem by Johannes Carl Andersen
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