The false pride
Starving for want of food is not fasting.
Caring when at ease is not sacrifice.
Ill gotten given is not charity.
Yet, we are proud we have done these things.
30.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Food To Cook
Food is a miracle from the One God who loves,
His followers obey him by declaring
A secret love of food;
The dinner appears to be forsaken
For love, and this we call fasting,
But fasting has been prescribed from Him,
And you are an eater of plants and animals,
So there is gratitude demonstrated.
This is a miraculous action:
A stop to ill-health has been committed
And a sin is now impossible
For those with faith,
For those with the love of food.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Food
Food food food
All are here for food
All evolve from food
All act for food
All think about food.
All know no food
No existence.
Food come from rain
Rain ensues from sacrifice
Sacrifice rooted
In prescribed action
Prescribed action
Originate from knowledge
Knowledge proceed from you
You my dear not destructible.
So long as you are there
Food is there
You are all pervading
You are infinite
I the finite
Long for you
Through the food
Supplied to me
Only by you
And the food
Itself you.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Parents’ sacrifice
Some parents starve to feed their young ones;
Some beg, some toil, some steal or cheat.
But the greatest sacrifice parents make
Is their fasting from extramarital love.
09.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shouldn't Be
Refuge centres, care homes and the like,
All vying for their cause or plight.
Even the last place like hospices,
Relying on subsidies, to ease last wishes.
Charity for kids abused,
Donation money misused.
Just one story,
Of one charity.
Most are reputable, I'd like to agree,
But money breeds corruption, in our caring society.
An allowed travesty in a democracy.
Whatever form of government, plain to see,
All of the above shouldn't be.
poem by Guy Lipmore
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They are starving for happiness
They are starving for happiness
Their belly is full of mess
Joy is their food
Without it their dead
Starving all way of hunger
Cry in every saw they looked
Fingers are in cold, shivering
They are starving for happiness
Mind looked in every crying eye
Drops let fall. As they saw
No mistakes done, no wonder
They are starving for happiness
Open hair, all scenes amazing
No soft blow of air, nothing
They can’t survive more
They are starving for happiness
Heart full of sorrows, no glow
Hands red, can’t move long
Lot of hunger, full of blood
They are starving for happiness
poem by Monica kulal
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Starving and fasting
He desires her, who denies him entry.
She desires him, whom she denies entry.
He starves and she fasts, food wasting.
Starving is suffering; fasting is over powering.
26.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Seek Food
Hunger is to seek food,
Food has one eye and one ear.
The food we abstain from are the heads,
The food is caring over us, and we maintain
Our lives with the food of the day.
Liquors are taken as food,
With a brain too bright,
A table and a cook is required,
Forming my life as a whole.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ungrateful
Bismillahi ar-Rahman ar-Raheem
We feast after fasting
Unleash the beast after basking
In the heat, truly a hard thing
We can be ungrateful and mean when we are starving
Why complain when we are not being co-erced?
People in the Third World dying to quench their first
People in the Third World trying to live on this earth
Fasting without choice everyday since birth
It is crazy we must learn and reflect on life
Be grateful to Our Lord, Our Creator, Our Maker who gave us life
Gave us clean water, food and shelter
While others get slaughtered and their happiness in this dunya deprived
They move with misery and oppression follows
While we enjoy our wealth, possessions and the food we swallow
Think about the pain and sorrow
And pray for a better tomorrow
And spread peace and be the example for us all to follow
Be kind and gentle, don't let the sane mind go mental
Fight and defend all rights to the end
Before you meet the end of your life
A reminder of our death
When the soul departs
And we lay asleep beneath the earthly bed
And our heart out of breath
Truly! That Day we awake will be a day of stress
poem by Mohammod Choudhury
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Fasting
Fasting will enable you to color yourself
With the color of God
It is a wonderful way to go to paradise
During fasting
We do not eat, drink and enjoy sex
We do not sleep and drowse
We do not tell lies
And refrain from talking too much
Because these are some of God’s qualities
During the month of Ramadan
We perform more Salat
Than any other month
Because Salat is the best worship
And it safeguards us
From doing evil things
During the month of Ramadan
We give alms and charity
To the needy ones more than ever
Because God is the Kind and Giver
During the month of Ramadan
War is forbidden for the Muslims
Because God loves peace
In the month of Ramadan
The prestigious night exists
So that we can satisfy God
And become successful
poem by Asif Andalib
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A Throwaway Society
We live in a throwaway society
and hardly anyone
appreciates anything they got.
Years ago, we looked after
everything we had;
if it got broken, we mended it.
Now if something gets broken,
most discard it in a bin,
then go to the local shops
and start all over again.
It seems to me
there is no appreciation anymore,
even when it comes to food.
They talk of the world’s starving,
yet everyday tons and tons of food
is just thrown away.
When will someone ever say stop,
don’t throw that away,
fix it for another generation
so they can learn and play.
As for the food
lets stop the wastage there.
If we did that,
there might well be enough to share
and no baby in the world
would go hungry anymore.
6 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Two
Give yourself to fasting and prayer,
Give yourself to things that are right;
For the unrighteous will not inherit,
The Kingdom of Yahweh.
Food is for the stomach and,
The stomach is for food;
But the two will become one flesh.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Irish Potato Blight
Dying with green mouths
starving eating green grass.
Famine scavenge food coastal equalled
subsistence cursed evermore sea food.
Starvation was annihilation
of many Irish who never fled.
English took livestock for taxes unpaid
left starving tenant farmers for dead.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Dear Dog
At home
My dog...every day
Eat any non vegterian
Food...
Today some
Festivel fasting day...
So...
Was did not given
Non veg food...
My dog
Woory with cry...
Did not eat about
Only vegterian food...
O...dog it is
Very bad...
Don't woory for food
Understand my love...
I loveyou...
you....? ? ? ? ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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No Charity Too Is Good
Acts of attrition promote charity.
The guilt built might demand charity.
Seeking God’s bliss might cause charity.
From the surplus one might do charity.
Beneficiary being the needy,
Charity is a benevolent act.
Doing no charity is excellent
By not earning more than the bare need.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Many people in the world today are not starving because there is an inherent inability to produce food, they are starving because they are caught in the middle of political fights and blockades that have been used as weapons.
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Early Works - Caring
Caring is about the little things
tears on a sunny day
for friends who may have gone away.
Caring, a word with such expression
when times are hard
the out stretched willing helping hand.
Caring a thing, we cannot always see,
but it’s nice to know
that there is always someone there.
Caring something, we always need
a cherished thought
by someone, anyone who cares.
4 October 1979
poem by David Harris
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The Month Of Fasting
The month long fasting grants a meal a day.
Meals got before or after don't spoil it.
During the fasting you must be honest.
Be the marital life the month of fasting.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Can't Pretend That I Am Your Superman
I can pretend that I am your
Superman
Because the poor people in our community
Is starving and I need to give them a helping hand
By sharing some of my food with them
I can pretend that I am your superman
Even though we are wasting so much food
That could easily feed the entire community
And it is shame on us
Because we don't think of the others that are poor
In our communities that are starving and living
On the streets of our community
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Charity
Charity begins at home,
Love begins in the womb,
Hope is the mind that lives at peace always.
The bud opens,
The flower blossoms,
Charity envies not;
So, let no man despise your youth and beauty.
A kiss of charity,
Like a true proverb;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness.
When the Almond Tree blossoms,
Charity is full of love;
So is this muse that flows to teach many.
Let all your things be done with charity,
Charity is very kind;
Let all your dreams be with love,
Charity edifies;
And, be very wise always.
Do not let charity pass you by,
Gain your hope from your gift;
Cos', it will always lead you on.
Charity begins at home,
So compare her actions rooted in your yard;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness,
So compare her acts ruling in the year;
Charity envies no one.
The love of a muse,
The love of the acts;
Charity begins at home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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