To Quilca, A Country-House in no very good Repair
Let me thy Properties explain,
A rotten Cabin, dropping Rain;
Chimnies with Scorn rejecting Smoak;
Stools, Tables, Chairs, and Bed-steds broke:
Here Elements have lost their Vses,
Air ripens not, nor Earth produces:
In vain we make poor Sheelah toil,
Fire will not roast, nor Water boil.
Thro' all the Vallies, Hills, and Plains,
The Goddess Want in Triumph reigns;
And her chief Officers of State,
Sloth, Dirt, and Theft around her wait.
poem by Jonathan Swift
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On An Ill-Managed House
LET me thy properties explain:
A rotten cabin dropping rain:
Chimneys, with scorn rejecting smoke;
Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke.
Here elements have lost their uses,
Air ripens not, nor earth produces:
In vain we make poor Sheelah toil,
Fire will not roast, nor water boil.
Through all the valleys, hills, and plains,
The Goddess Want, in triumph reigns:
And her chief officers of state,
Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait.
poem by Jonathan Swift
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Shola
Do not eat it raw nor boil it with water,
But only roast it on the fire!
For the young woman was very beautiful around you.
I will affirm your words,
I will affirm your love,
I will affirm your romance,
I will affirm your passion,
I will affirm your emotion,
I will affirm your kiss,
Like a vow to your maidservant.
'I alone am left of all the prophets of Yahweh but,
The prophets of Baal number 450 men'!
Do not eat it raw nor boil it with water,
But only roast it on the fire;
Like the long sufferings of my journey with hopes and dreams.
Of all our possessions accumulated on this earth,
They will not follow us into the graves;
So let us help and love one another than hate.
Shola, you are like the stone of Zoheleth;
But my love towards you is very special.
Shola, you are the one!
And do remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy;
For i have come to learn many things on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rain oh Rain
Rain oh Rain
When will thy come to wash my pain?
Rain oh Rain
I have been in tears all day
Rain oh Rain
Please do not go far away
Rain oh Rain
Release thy fresh water upon me
Rain oh Rain
Melt the ice and make me chill
Rain oh Rain
Wet the earth and make it plant bloom
Rain oh Rain
Let thy freshness embrace the earth
Rain oh Rain
Make me happy and filled with joy
Rain oh Rain
For thy presence i wait.
poem by Peace Okhomina
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The Pan Of Sorrows
I will give you the grain of tears,
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
O, tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
I am late already,
The shadows are fading,
The cattle have returned,
From the forest.
The birds have raised their clamor.
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
Tender of the fire.
Hurry, be quick,
I have far to go,
To the place
Where my companions have gone.
I have heard the road to that town is difficult
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
When my turn comes,
Your bale of kindling is damp.
Why has your earthen pan
Become flaccid?
What has gone wrong with your fire?
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
Mine is just a handful of grains,
Roast them, and let me go on my way,
Don't leave them raw,
Roast them well.
I beg you, bring an end to this wrangling,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
The wind has dropped,
Its mournful weeping ended.
A sweet heat
Is rising in the stars.
My breaths are like a marriage procession
Whose bridegroom is displeased.
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
O tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
poem by Shiv Kumar Batalvi
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Life cannot be formed
Water should blend with earth
to have taste.
Air should mix with earth
to have smell.
Fire should burn the matter
to emit light.
Earth should eat up debris
to separate elements.
Elements cannot create a life.
It is only inherited.
07.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Walking Tables
How do tables walk as one?
And why do chairs seem to run?
How my rest is desired, and how
Do I kick in the air for relaxation?
My chimney is found with the soot
Of a black utterance, as seemly as light;
The light travels up and down the world,
With smoke, crime is committed, like walking
Chairs and turning tables, this world is one.
With this house may I live alone,
Where wolves like criminals detest you.
Anyone walked a long distance, anyway,
Justice must be allowed, and searched
By the home and heaven.
How do tables and chairs move?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Poverty
Tears filled in the eyes, as a compare the rich with the poor;
Palatial buildings laugh at the small cottages of the poor.
With scanty income the poor feeds the children, contents their desire;
Life of poor is filled with fear.
O god, in thy kingdom, partiality reigns hither, thither;
Poor becomes poorer with thy desire.
Corruption is rampant among the officers;
Exploiting junior employees' property they content their desire.
O god! Thy Earth is wonder;
Poor people roam hither, thither;
With their little income they content their desire.
On Earth they are cursed creatures.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Poverty Vavroovahana Patra
Tears filled in the eyes, as I compare the rich with the poor;
Palatial buildings laugh at the small cottages of the poor.
With scanty income the poor feeds the children, contents their desire;
Life of poor is filled with fear.
O god, in thy kingdom, partiality reigns hither, thither;
Poor becomes poorer with thy desire.
Corruption is rampant among the officers;
Exploiting junior employees' property they content their desire.
O god! Thy Earth is a wonder;
Poor people roam hither, thither.
With their little income they content their desire.
On Earth they are cursed creatures.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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High Speed Dirt
Do it if you dare
Leaping from the sky
Hurling thru the air
Exhilarating high
See the earth below
Soon to make a crater
Blue sky, black death
Im off to meet my maker
/chorus/
Energy of the gods, adrenalin surge
Wont stop til I hit the ground, Im on my way for sure
Up here in the air, this will never hurt
Im on my way to impact, taste the high speed dirt
Paralyzed with fear
Feel velocity gain
Entering a near
Catatonic state
Pressure of the sound
Roaring thru my head
Crash into the ground
Damned if Ill be dead
/chorus/
Jump or die!
Dropping all my weight
Going down full throttle
The pale horse awaits
Like a genie in a bottle
Fire in my veins
Faster as I go
I forgot my name
Im a dirt torpedo
High speed dirt...
song performed by by Megadeth
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Elements only learn
The earth bears who dig it.
The water gulps the dirt all made.
The air sucks what is emitted.
The fire guts what is thrown at it..
The sky collects what is shot at it.
I haven't learn any from them
Till I was broken into five elements.[on death]
24.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You May Believe
Four elements, fire, earth, air and water,
Each on the calendar takes a quarter.
Fire and water together do not mix,
Fire always needs air, for that is its fix.
Earth, air and water that is a trio.
In what section would we find our Leo.
Horoscopes are some peoples obsession,
All the forecasts would give one depression.
You may believe them or you may not,
But quite frankly, I do not care a jot.
I’m an Aries and I’m a fiery one.
A Ram, well Ewe, when all is said and done.
Whatever prediction, for good or ill,
Will on a few occasions fit the bill.
Astrology will continue to lure,
All who feel readings can foretell ‘Amour’.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Fire Goddess.
I am the fire goddess.
The one you tried to kill,
But did not succeed.
I am the fire goddess.
The one that never lingers,
Just goes ahead and riots.
I am the fire goddess.
The one that is thought to be evil,
But you misjudge my greatness.
I am the fire goddess.
The one with endless power.
The one with immense power.
I am the fire goddess.
The one that ruined his life.
I am the fire goddess.
The one that is ruining her life.
I am the fire goddess.
The one that will ruin their lives.
poem by Normal Girl Normal World
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A Force Powerful!
Drenched in rain while walking in the beach
I decided not to take shelter nearby anywhere
Because the rain would not stop so soon then!
I used to be careful about my shoes at rain time;
I have lost many canvas shoes due to rain water!
Otherwise I enjoyed walking in rain seeing sea
And the water running in floods along the road!
Which is most powerful - fire or water? I brood!
Fire and water are counter forces and dangerous,
In which man cannot survive long by anyway!
Water contains fire and most powerful of the two!
But rain cools down body and creates jollity
That makes children and elders enjoy in dance,
A natural urge nobody can refuse to accept!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Jupiter And Fortune.
Once Jupiter, from out the Skies,
Beheld a thousand Temples rise;
The Goddess Fortune all invok'd,
To Jove an Altar seldom smoak'd:
The God resolv'd to make Inspection,
What had occasion'd this Defection;
And bid the Goddess tell the Arts,
By which she won deluded Hearts.
My Arts! (says she) Great Jove, you know,
That I do ev'ry Thing below:
I make my Vot'ries dine on Plate;
I give the gilded Coach of State;
Bestow the glitt'ring Gems, that deck
The fair Lavinia's lovely Neck;
I make Novella Nature's Boast,
And raise Valeria to a Toast;
'Tis I, who give the Stupid, Taste,
(Or make the Poets lie, at least);
My fav'rite Sons, whene'er they please,
Can Palaces in Desarts raise,
Cut out Canals, make Fountains play,
And make the dreary Waste look gay;
Ev'n Vice seems Virtue by my Smiles;
I gild the Villain's gloomy Wiles,
Nay, almost raise him to a God,
While crowded Levees wait his Nod.
Enough--the Thunderer reply'd;
But say, whom have you satisfy'd?
These boasted Gifts are thine, I own;
But know, Content is mine alone.
poem by Mary Barber
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Why Is The House Burning Down?
Why is the house burning down?
Do you care to repeat that?
'Sure.
No problem.
When the fire chief arrived,
The occupants assumed he was not qualified.
Based upon his
Well,
The obvious.
So,
They said they would wait
Until a new chief is appointed.'
Wait for what?
The house is ruined
Totally destroyed
What 'new' chief?
He 'is' the chief
'Sir?
If you wish to
'Approach' them with that explanation
Perhaps you can convince them of that
The told me, the others 'and' the chief
They were entitled to have their expectations met.
And
If they have to stand there for the rest of their lives
They will do it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Four Elements.
The Fire, Air, Earth and water did contest
Which was the strongest, noblest and the best,
Who was of greatest use and might'est force;
In placide Terms they thought now to discourse,
That in due order each her turn should speak;
But enmity this amity did break
All would be chief, and all scorn'd to be under
Whence issu'd winds & rains, lightning & thunder
The quaking earth did groan, the Sky lookt black
The Fire, the forced Air, in sunder crack;
The sea did threat the heav'ns, the heavn's the earth,
All looked like a Chaos or new birth:
Fire broyled Earth, & scorched Earth it choaked
Both by their darings, water so provoked
That roaring in it came, and with its source
Soon made the Combatants abate their force
The rumbling hissing, puffing was so great
The worlds confusion, it did seem to threat
Till gentle Air, Contention so abated
That betwixt hot and cold, she arbitrated
The others difference, being less did cease
All storms now laid, and they in perfect peace
That Fire should first begin, the rest consent,
The noblest and most active Element.
poem by Anne Bradstreet
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Nature Has No Mother
Hearing the thunder and the rain, some on the earth will never explain,
That it’s God from His Habitation, up in Heaven, the God of Creation.
Mother Nature, He’s called by some, souls which are spiritually dumb,
Those lacking the spiritual capacity, they have eyes which cannot see.
Ordering the weather they speak of, is the Creator, Who reigns above.
In their reasoning many deny, The Lord, our God, Who reigns on High,
From God’s Heavenly Habitation, He rules over each and every nation.
What many just don’t understand, is all comes forth from God’s Hand,
As The Lord, Himself does birth, all the weather that falls on this earth,
Dispersing that rain, ice and snow; in ways which many may not know.
God, Who made the sun stand still, fully, for His Purpose and His Will,
Is He, Who made the Red Sea dry, while Moses lifted his staff up high.
Many men today attribute all they see, to their science and technology,
This, coupled with their own vanity, they disregard The God of Eternity,
As Mother Nature is to blame, or thank for the sunshine, so they claim.
God told Job that He dispersed, all weather’s elements upon the earth,
And as the snow and rains increase, that men’s labor, He would cease,
So God’s work they would know, through all weather God would show.
But many consider not God’s Ways, to give to Him the ultimate praise,
Or the reverence that’s due to Him, in this world that’s darkened by sin.
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The Sun Will Rise Again
I know the sun will rise again
I saw the sun set on my dream
I saw myself toil in vain
I saw my tears flow like a stream
But I know the sun will rise again
I know the sun will rise again
The other day I was a hero
Yet today I feel the pain
As I wind down to zero
But I know the sun will rise again
I am lost in this stormy rain
Tossed by fierce winds day after day
My strength the storm has drain
But I wait on hope's smiley ray
When the sun will rise again
I know the sun will rise again
I have groped in pitch darkness
Searching for answers, searching in vain
But I wait on the morning brightness
When the sun will rise again.
poem by Joseph Eli Atisu
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Psalm 97
v.1,3,5-7,11
C. M.
Christ's incarnation, and the last judgment.
Ye islands of the northern sea,
Rejoice, the Savior reigns;
His word, like fire, prepares his way,
And mountains melt to plains.
His presence sinks the proudest hills,
And makes the valleys rise;
The humble soul enjoys his smiles,
The haughty sinner dies.
The heav'ns his rightful power proclaim,
The idol-gods around
Fill their own worshippers with shame,
And totter to the ground.
Adoring angels at his birth
Make the Redeemer known:
Thus shall he come to judge the earth,
And angels guard his throne.
His foes shall tremble at his sight,
And hills and seas retire;
His children take their unknown flight,
And leave the world in fire.
The seeds of joy and glory sown
For saints in darkness here,
Shall rise and spring in worlds unknown,
And a rich harvest bear.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Sonnet- The World's End Comes At God's Time
When water boils at hundred centigrade,
Why waste more fuel making it boil fast?
No matter, how you boil, it can’t degrade,
The steam cools off to form the water past.
The state of matter can he changed by men;
But God has created matter constant;
The minds of men cannot better God, then;
God knows each ray of Sun that falls aslant.
The end of world, cannot be brought by men,
However wicked or intelligent;
God knows when things should happen, how often,
His ways of thinking are quite different.
Few men on earth dare not decide future;
The Maker lone has pow'r over Nature.
poem by John Celes
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