Storm Water Drains
Our people let the sewage to pass
through the storm water drains to make loss
of neatness in the streets
and the Dengue Virus greets.
Healthy life can't be seen in chaos.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Everyday Is The Environment Day
Once streams, now they are drains.
Once rivers, now they are drains.
Sewage goes from where water comes.
Excreta go from where water comes.
Once fields, now they are of smoke.
Once cities, now they are of smoke.
Smoke goes from where breath-air comes.
Carbon fills the air looking for plants.
Sewage unaddressed, carbons unaddressed,
No amount of environment savings
Could bail out the earth. The Environment Day
Must be everyday and not a tokenism.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Kill the virus, not us
Kill the virus, not us
Recently this fever is frequently reported
Some even die
People infected by this virus
Range from slum dwellers to farm owners
Even doctors are not spared
Why a very successful film producer
And director too succumbed to this
The blame come on to us, the carriers
We, the Aedes mosquitoes
Thrive on juicy leave saps
And our female members have to have a
Human blood meal
If not for anything else,
For the continuation of our generation
The blood meal is taken early in the morning
Or in the evening with sunlight still being there
We have no clue as to
Whether the person on whom we feed
Suffers an infection of dengue or not
You may not know that
We too get infected by the virus
But we manage well without suffering any symptoms
By the time when all our body fluids
Are enriched with virus it will be
A week or ten days passed
After the blood meal from the infected person
This is when we become real carriers
We have the potential to infect a healthy person
With dengue virus if we happen to bite that person
We are just carriers, not knowing what we carry
Blaming us only is unfair
You hurriedly take measures to eliminate our species
It is not at all possible
We brave all your biological weapons
And you may not be aware that some of us
Have already developed resistance to
Most of your branded repellants and pesticides
We have some of these suggestions
For your staying uninfected by this virus
We admit, we only spread the infection
Remove and clear all such spots
Where we may establish a habitat
We suggest that you use a good mosquito net
And keep us away from you
We repeat, your repellants and pesticides
Are no longer effective against us
Or your genetic stalwarts can engineer
A mutation in us
So that our system itself produces an antigen
Against this virus
And the virus is made non-infective further
Or immunize your people against the virus
Do something with your great scientific effort
To relieve us of this burden around a viral infection
Your mission must be to ensure
That we, the Aedes mosquitoes and you
Have a harmonious co-existence
Kill the cause, not the carriers
Kill the virus, not us
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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On AIDS
Why get the stigma by your carelessness?
Why hold your life and that of others’ in harness?
Why spread the virus through life-saving blood?
Why pluck a flower when ’tis just a bud?
A victim like yourself, why make your spouse?
Why disturb harmony of your own house?
Why pass the virus to your new-born child?
The disease has no cure and could run wild!
The AIDS virus does not spare anyone;
The victim will meet his/ her grave quite soon;
Others around them too suffer (no less):
The curse could leave many a life in mess!
Go test your blood if you have slightest doubt;
Good change of life, counseling brings about;
Adhere to ART for life and live;
Promising future, new vaccines could give!
poem by John Celes
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Dengue Scares the Terrorists
When Dengue makes dents and stings with verve,
do the Talibans to fire have nerve?
The stinking garbage will grill the boys
and to flee from its grip, give no choice.
Polluted atmosphere
isn't strange in this sphere.
The wild outfits may make a raid
and carry home some virus beside.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Virus Of The Mind
Well I was watching this talk show the other day
And on it there was this guy and he was saying
When you let other people tell you whats right
When you leave your instinct and your own truth behind he said
Thats a virus of the mind. thats a virus of the mind
I guess its kind of like losing your sight; for a
Second you think that they might be right, and it
Feeds the doubts you have inside, and it
Almost starts to feel like a crime
To follow your own rhythm and rhyme
Yeah Im pretty happy living in my own sweet time Im pretty happy
And I dont need your virus of the mind
Well I went to this party thing last night
A lot of people I hadnt seen in a long time
And they wanted to know about my life,
But making me feel like it wasnt quite right
Like wheres your kids and wheres your car?
I said I dont have either but I have a guitar
And I ended up feeling like I was a freak
So I found some wine and something to eat
And I talked to a dog to pass the time
Told myself Im doing fine,
Its just a virus of the mind
Its just a virus of the mind
Yeah Im pretty happy living in my own sweet time Im pretty happy
And I dont need your virus of the mind
Its in the deep of your soul
Its on the tip of your tongue
Its the feeling you get when you feel young
Its in the sound of the beat
Its in the base of your spine
Its in your gut reaction, yeah every time
But they tell you what you should have,
They tell you who you should be
Its in the picturesand ads and in the magazines
Im kicking it off like a bug in the breeze
cause is anyone out there inside me?
I said is anyone out there inside me?
I say is anyone?
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Loss Of...
Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow
Loss of the moments you two should have shared
Loss of opportunities to show her you cared
Loss of the memories you both could have created
Loss of the romance once intense as you dated
Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace
Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace
Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye
Loss of the touch as you pass each other by
Loss of a future, from a past of regret
Loss of a last chance, how many do you get
Loss of a promise you never meant to break
Loss of two hearts that forever will ache
(2012)
poem by Michael Ernst
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Water can sustain life (but not for him)
Water can sustain life, , but not for him,
Water took his life, he never learned to swim;
Too many children, too many early deaths,
Water claimed their souls and dying breaths.
A fraction of a second, is all it takes,
Pools, canals and man-made lakes.
The greatest loss, is to the very young,
Their songs are finished, and left unsung,
Water refreshes the body no more,
The spark of life has exited the final door.
Water can sustain life, but not your daughters,
There is no such thing as 'our safe waters.'
The greatest loss, is unfinished growing,
The biggest loss, is always knowing,
Knowing your boy or girl is dead,
Wishing it were you instead.
poem by David Lessard
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The Virus Of Life
I can see you but you can't see me
I could touch you and you wouldn't even feel me
Wait a second and you'll settle down
I'm just waiting 'til you really let your guard down
You're relaxed, you're sublime, you're amazing
You don't even know the danger you're facing
If I'm quiet, I'll slide up behind you
And if you hear me, I'll enjoy trying to find you
I've been with you all day
I'm trying to stay calm
I'm impatient and it's really hard to breathe
I'm going to empty you and fill you in with me
Just keep the violence down
Not yet-Don't make a sound
Oh, God I'm feeling it
It's reaching fever pitch
My skin is caving in
My heart is driving out
No mercy, no remorse
Let nature take its course
Watching-Bring me to my knees
Waiting-I am your disease
Lover-Set my symptom free
Covered-You won't feel a thing
(wait, no, wait, wait, no, wait, wait, not yet, no wait, wait)
I'm sweating through my veins
I'm trying to hold on
It's unbearable, It's almost worse for me
I'm gonna to tear you apart and make you see-Make you see
Watching-Bring me to my knees
Waiting-I am your disease
Lover-Set my symptom free
Covered-You won't feel a thing
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is inside us, The crisis, The knife
It's almost time to play/It's time to be afraid
I can't control the pain/I can't control in vain
Oh God, I'm ready now/You're almost ready now
I'm gonna love you now/I'm gonna put you down
I see you in the dark/I see you all the way
I see you in the light/I see you plain as day
I wanna touch your face/I wanna touch your soul
I wanna wear your face/I wanna burn your soul
Watching-Bring me to my knees
Waiting-I am your disease
Lover-Set my symptom free
Covered-You won't feel a thing
You can't stop me
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life
song performed by by Slipknot
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London’s Water
Under London’s busy streets forgotten rivers run:
Westbourne. Holbourne and the Fleet, all shielded from the sun,
Springing from the ancient fonts, which once the city took
To succour thirsty thousands, who built beside the brook.
Our bold forefathers drank their fill from sparkling, rippling rills
That flowed from Hampstead’s teeming ponds upon North London’s hills.
From Tyburn grim to Hackney Brook they savoured, crystal clear,
The purest water in the South, no need for mead or beer.
But, as the population grew, the bubbling brooks grew rank.
With sewage, muck and garbage filled, the streamlets stalled and stank
And, as the mediaeval folk were felled by plague from fleas,
Our rancid rat-filled rivers ran with danger and disease.
As good King Henry Third obtained new water from the marsh
That stood by Tyburn’s grassy fields, now under Marble Arch,
The poorer peasants supped, unstopped, from foetid Father Thames
All risking death from cholera, those sickly citizens.
Though Peter Morice tried to raise more water by a wheel
Which, in one arch of London Bridge, he built with craft and skill,
The daring Dutchman didn’t know the peril people faced
From drinking dirty ditchwater which down the river raced.
When the New River cut its course from distant river Lea
And made its way to Sadler’s Wells, where now lithe dancers reel,
The city’s health improved, no doubt, but rubbish still was thrown
Into the ever-filthier Thames, where barges ferried stone.
As many fortune seekers came to streets not paved with gold,
Then overcrowded hovels covered up the waters cold
And culverts carried underground the filthy River Fleet;
Its name now just remembered in that famous press-men’s street.
But Doctor Snow soon saw that dirty water played its part
In decimating denizens who dwelled in Soho’s heart
And, when he closed the Broad Street pump, he saved unnumbered men
And stopped an epidemic breaking, in Victoria’s reign.
When the Great Stink enforced MPs to vote at Parliament
To solve the sanitation problems, swiftly, to prevent
The closing of the capital to all but lower ranks,
Brave Bazalgette stepped up to reinforce the riverbanks.
Under the new Embankment, he made a massive pipe
To take away the sludge and slime that smelt so rank and ripe
To Barking in the poor man’s East where they would never know
That there, into the river, ran the sewage overflow.
But down the years, filtration beds and chemicals improved
The quality of water, which we Londoners could use
And, though we grumble loudly when we see burst water mains,
We’re better off now that we have efficient pipes and drains.
For London’s water still tastes sweet from our Artesian Basin
Which takes the rain from Chiltern Hills, but now that we are facing
Climate change, there is the need to take care of our ration
And use less water if we can and save it with a passion.
So let’s give thanks for water as it gushes from the taps.
Though London’s hidden rivers have gone from published maps,
They still remain as major drains though which our sewage passes
And so, to these lost rivers, let us toast and raise our glasses.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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What is loss?
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
So what’s the fuss about loss?
Waiting!
Debating!
Contemplating!
What is loss?
Something you care about
Taken away from you by force
Creating total unforgivable chaos
Thinking!
Blinking!
Seeking!
What is loss
It is a minus instead of a plus
Hence the unmistakable fuss
Death and sickness build up great grief
Loss brings despair instead of relief
And in loss itself I have no belief
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
Loss! An inequitable cause
Thrown on you without a toss
So you become very cross
Because in your life you realize, you are never the only boss!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Short Story of the HIV
A Retrovirus threatens man,
Whose youth dare risk their lives sometime,
By indulging in unsafe sex,
Earlier in life than expected!
The young adults affected, die
Early in life, than most others!
Their partners get the virions,
Through heterosex and homosex!
Some get the virus through blood route:
Infected blood, I V drug use;
Some mothers pass virus to babes
Through placental route, while in womb!
The virus once within body
Enter immunocytic types
And replicate within such cells,
And killing them, before they leave!
Avoid then, getting the disease;
Use condoms to make sex safer;
Be faithful to your life-partner;
Don’t share needles if drug-user!
There is no cure for this disease –
A chronic one that surely kills!
ART early can contain
The viral growth and slacken spread!
A proper vaccine is ideal,
If made without any delay;
But making it is not easy,
As virus genes can change make-up!
And victims die of infections
Opportunistic and severe;
Most suffer from Tuberculosis,
And tumors that can kill them fast!
’Tis sad to see the victim melt
To just a skeleton skin-clad;
The virus spares no one on earth
Who performs sex immorally!
Awareness has been created;
Discrimination still abates;
The infection rate is lesser;
The war on HIV goes on!
Dedicated to ‘every hero
Who aims to make AIDS, a zero! ’
By the Dean, IRT PMC,
On the occasion of the
World AIDS Day,2011
On behalf of the ‘Red Ribbon Club’
Of IRT PMC, Perundurai
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-12-11
poem by John Celes
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Kensington(through my eyes)
As I look outside my window,
I sigh thinking of what could be,
What should be,
And what is not.
There are drug dealers on the corner,
Stumbling over each other
Trying to make a dishonest living.
Dying over a sale.
Trash on the streets
To compliment the prostitues
Under the EL.
You ask, 'Is this Hell? '
No, for me it's home,
It's people are suffering right now,
Something's got to give,
People here are dying
Just trying to live.
The children roam freely
Among the chaos
Becoming immune to the destruction around them
Becoming used to being lost.
Then I look in my own home,
And I see the same images glorified on my TV
Skeletons in my magazines
Chaos in the news,
If I want change
It has to start with me.
poem by Denice Robinson
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The Once Great River
In the once great river pollution is rife
Nowadays it does not support much aquatic life
In a polluted river fresh water fish rare
Pollution can cause extinction of that much we are aware
On the polluted river few water birds to be seen
Most of the river pools covered in algae of green
From sewage and wash of chemical fertilisers that in drains into it does flow
With so called human progress the scourge of pollution does grow
Pollution in it flowing to the distant ocean shore
The once great river is not great anymore
Do not drink of these waters the warning signs say
Pollutiuon is rife in the World of today
And the once great river flows on muddy gray
To the mighty ocean many miles away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Somthing to Live For
A fiery orb
Sinks into the ocean
Red liquid spreads
And drains into the shore
Sunrise and Sunset
Always on time
Something to trust
Something to believe
The bald face of the moon
The smile from a pure heart
Life is nothing without it
We are nothing without it
The streaming water
The open petals
The stinging chill
The thawing warmth
The angry storm
The frozen pond
All filled with honesty
Because that’s all they have
We put trust in it
A dropp of water
The rush of the wind
We put trust in honesty
Believe in life
Believe in love
Believe in care
Then you have something to live for
poem by Megan Reily
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Wild animals are just as confused as people are now. You've got toxins in the water, oil, sewage, all sorts of things.
quote by Jack Hannah
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Sonnet: Healthy Living
Man, blame thyself for all new maladies,
Afflicting us and newer ones that come;
Just learn to work from Ants and honey-bees;
A healthy life of body, mind welcome.
Diseases most stem from our laziness;
The excess speed of work can cause some more;
Luxury is not same as happiness;
Man’s venturous heart and lifestyles make the core.
The environs polluted is one cause;
Stress, accidents, cancer, old age can kill;
The cure evades and man is at a loss;
The mind’s ‘milieu’, body and soul are ill.
Reset your life and try to be healthy;
Good body, mind and God make one wealthy!
poem by John Celes
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Healthy people are those who live in healthy homes on a healthy diet; in an environment equally fit for birth, growth work, healing, and dying... Healthy people need no bureaucratic interference to mate, give birth, share the human condition and die.
quote by Ivan Illich
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Hurricane sandy
Hurricane sandy
make people realized
They are nothing
Hurricane sandy is
No ordinary storm
It is super storm
With extraordinary
Width and velocity
Hurricane sandy
Make people realized
They are nothing.
Everybody is in danger here
Nobody is free from fear.
One world one life one air
Live and let live in this earth.
One light one water my dear brother
Nothing is yours
Nothing to bother.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Life is Loss
I have given this one most thought.
To learn this lesson you may not want.
But everybody knows and everybody felt
Some have seen more with the hand they've been dealt.
But I’m going to remind you because it seems.
That change is the worst enemy that deems
The fear that you have for the future
Is the loss that you will lose there?
But life is loss but not all loss comes
In the form of death or separation from
Two loves who no longer give
Each other their own life to live.
Because sometimes people have to walk away
From the hurt that they feel each day.
Sometimes people have to let go of the feelings
And move on with the day to day dealings.
Or never find themselves without remorse
And never having any recourse
Of the life that is loss and always having to carry
Those people that which they should bury.
poem by Black Rabbit
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Pass The Dutch
[Intro]
Listen up everyone! we have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound - WHO-DI-WHOOOO! Run for cover.. WOOOOOO! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh! Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch
[Verse 1]
Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex em Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (hehehee!) I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin Now to get my drink (that's right!) Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!) Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!) Put it down for the streets (that's right!)
[Chorus]
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff baby! (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet
[Verse 2]
Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my God, show em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car you will hear "Viper Armed" I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live
song performed by by Missy Elliott
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