The rich plunder
The poor are the plants thriving on rain.
The rich are the crops under irrigations.
The irrigated crops erode the earth.
The enriched people plunder the world.
11.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Welcome Sound.
I don't complain about the rain.
That hammers on my window pane
I'm glad to hear it once again.
It marks the end of prolonged drought.
We need the rain there is no doubt
For far too long we've gone without
Without the rain the soil's too dry.
It matters not how hard we try.
Our crops just shrivel up and die.
The blessed rain has fallen finally
Arriving unexpectedly
The earth absorbs it greedily.
Tomorrow we will start to sow.
New crops we are quite sure will grow
Then in due course green shoots will show.
It seems the experts can't explain
The reason for the lack of rain
But now we hope we can regain
The rich dark soils fertility
Although there is no guarantee.
We have to think positively
A farmer needs both rain and sun
But not too much of either oneNeither can be relieduponMonday,16 April 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Rain
Of the rain the Word has said
To us he giveth in due season
And in the Word i also read
Of his might and of his reason
The rain to water the earth
Our crops he will sustain
Trees planted not in dearth
Rooted firm they will remain
A rich gift from heaven sent
Not because of worthiness
But by divine design meant
To show a creator greatness
And therefore this an ode to thee
Of God's oh blessed rain
A token penned from me
Forever i am your humble swain
2007
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In A Fair World
I cannot empathize with the poor since I'm not in poverty
And I can only imagine how miserable life must be
For those who go to sleep hungry they live with death each day
In a fair World this would not be it would be fair to say.
In a fair World this would not be but all in life's not fair
And thousands are in poverty for every millionaire
In third World Countries every year millions of hunger die
The crops don't grow in rain starved lands, the parched earth far too dry.
In a fair World there would be enough food to go around
And not one hungry person in the whole World to be found
But there is only hunger where poverty reside
And the gap between the haves and have nots has never been so wide.
In a fair World there would not be want and need and very little crime
But the social gap keeps widening despite the march of time
And I who have never lived in the slums or in a third World Land
What it feels like to be really poor could never understand.
poem by Francis Duggan
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That's not all our crops can do. We are also learning how to transform plants into factories. We can now raise plants that will create enzymes that would otherwise be created in chemical factories.
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Washington state's 2nd Congressional District is a major producer of small fruit crops such as raspberries and strawberries. This research center is doing important work to help farmers enhance the quality, yield and marketability of their small fruit crops.
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The southward advance of native African farmers with Central African crops halted in Natal, beyond which Central African crops couldn't grow - with enormous consequences for the recent history of South Africa.
quote by Jared Diamond
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Sing Joyously.
Awdl Gywydd.
Autumn the harvest season
It's the time for gathering
in the crops to safely store
All we need and more: So sing
Praises to the creator
The crops we store are his gift.
A reward for the hard work.
We did not shirk nor ignore.
Sunday,02 September 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Crowds of Xhosas gathered at the pool
At the Gxara River in the Transkei
a pool between some trees and flowering plants
is linked with one of the most emotional
and painful stories in history.
At the pool a young medium named Nonqawuse
spoke with the ancestral spirits
while bathing and looked into the water
seeing their faces.
They promised to drive the white man away,
provided that the Xhosa nation
would destroy all their own cattle and crops.
The Xhosas were disturbed by news
of this revelation
and travelled from near and far
to speak to her
and her witchdoctor uncle Mhlakaza.
Crowds of Xhosas gathered at the pool
with its red flowering aloes
peering into the water,
with a lot claiming to see
the faces of their ancestors there.
Some people even claimed
to see whole armies of ancestors
eager for war against the white man
and only waiting on the Xhosa people
to follow their instructions.
Then the insane instructions was followed through
with cattle being slaughtered
and most of the crops being destroyed
and only the very small Ngqika
section of the tribe not adhering to it.
The majority of Xhosas
waited in vain on 18 February 1857
for the sun to rise blood red,
the land to be filled with fat cattle,
new crops to appear
and vast armies of spirits
to go out in battle
against the white man.
It was a tragic dawn
with the Xhosa nation facing starvation
and ironically the Xhosas survived only
through the white man
reacheding out a hand of friendship
and feeding them
and by the compassion
of some neighbouring tribes
who had been oppressed by them before
and it’s estimated
that some twenty five thousand people
did die from this tragedy.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sonnet: Trust Not the Rich
The world is large but people’s minds are small!
They do not trust the God who loves man much;
They blunder often, repeatedly fall;
They want their hands to have the ‘golden touch’!
Beware of nations rich with much resource;
They lead the world in every field they choose;
They steer the poorer ones clearly off-course,
And hang their economy’s neck by noose!
The world today doesn’t care for poorer men;
The rich usurp all pow’r and ill-treat rest;
They neglect downtrodden and poor brethren;
The poor can’t rise although being the best.
Don’t trust the rich but stay independent;
The rich make slaves out of those dependent!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2010
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Time To Tinker 'Roun'!
Summah 's nice, wif sun a-shinin',
Spring is good wif greens and grass,
An' dey 's some t'ings nice 'bout wintah,
Dough hit brings de freezin' blas;
But de time dat is de fines',
Whethah fiel's is green er brown,
Is w'en de rain 's a-po'in'
An' dey 's time to tinker 'roun.
Den you men's de mule's ol' ha'ness,
An' you men's de broken chair.
Hummin' all de time you 's wo'kin'
Some ol' common kind o' air.
Evah now an' then you looks out,
Tryin' mighty ha'd to frown,
But you cain't, you 's glad hit 's rainin',
An' dey 's time to tinker 'roun'.
Oh, you 'ten's lak you so anxious
Evah time it so't o' stops.
W'en hit goes on, den you reckon
Dat de wet 'll he'p de crops.
But hit ain't de crops you 's aftah;
You knows w'en de rain comes down
Dat's hit's too wet out fu' wo'kin',
An' dey 's time to tinker roun'.
Oh, dey 's fun inside de co'n-crib.
An' dey 's laffin' at de ba'n;
An' dey 's allus some one jokin',
Er some one to tell a ya'n.
Dah 's a quiet in yo' cabin,
Only fu' de rain's sof soun';
So you 's mighty blessed happy
W'en dey 's time to tinker 'roun'!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Who painted the new green on Earth?
A poor mother waits for her son to walk soon!
'I do not want to call you baby anymore
It's too long in the cradle
And try to jump over the fence.
World's going to be worst than ever,
Forget the sweet lullabies
And wake up for the bitter reality.
You're a warrior my son!
People need a strong leader
Not to make War!
But make crops for empty burning stomachs.
Brotherhood, Solidarity and hand-in-hand
Sing a song that we're happy forever!
Oceans change their uproar
Rivers may flow in a different beat
Rain falls and drought gets a vacation!
And still if they want to make unnecessary fights
Let them go to Hell!
We all sing that everlasting song
'Who painted the new green on Earth'
And a farm lassie would definitely join the chorus
My precious Son!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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You prosper while I cry,
You flourish and grow with pride,
Rain and crops!
haiku by V.K. Kanniappan
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Nature Succeeds Where Man Fails
What seeds, I threw
across the window, grew
as custard apple saplings, fast,
surprising all who came and looked aghast
and wondered how miraculous things could happen thus!
The seeds within the bird-droppings
Find domes and steeples, gopurams,
To grow so well that people often ask,
‘Can plants grow without soil and only rain,
Deriving nutrition from merely air? ’
Yet, farmers till the ground until
Forehead sweat falls and rain and sun
Can’t germinate the seeds sown well,
As tears fill eyes as crops don’t grow:
‘O God, they cry, why are we so unblessed? ’
At times, man may not reap what he may sow,
Until God-blessed, allowed by God;
He knows what, when, how much to give
Each person, as he well deserves:
God’s words decide our labour’s fruit.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 18-10-11
poem by John Celes
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Rich Bounty Blessing Flooded
who opened protective flood gates
washed away all rich top soil
which would have blessed field crops
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Aint Got No Home
I aint got no home, Im just a ramblin around
A hard working ramblin man, I go from town to town
The police make it hard wherever I may go
And I aint got no home in this world anymore
I was farmin on the shares and always I was poor
My crops I laid into the bankers door
And my wife took down and died upon the cabin floor
And I aint got no home in this world anymore
I aint got no home, Im just a ramblin around
A hard working ramblin man, I go from town to town
The police make it hard wherever I may go
And I aint got no home in this world anymore
Now as I look around its mighty plain to see
This wide wicked world is a funny place to be
The gamblin man is rich and the workin man is poor
And I aint got no home in this world anymore
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Oh, Rain
oh, rain
gently when you fall
my crops are now ready for harvest
I beg you
don't turn my sweat
into nothing.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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A Rain To Remember!
Rain lashed out with lightning and thunder!
For every lightning phone also rang without fail!
It continued till I switched off light and went to bed!
Next day morning some death news due to lightning came!
Storm has dissipated but rain lashed now and then;
It's raining time nothing can stop it from falling!
Today there is complete silence prevailing!
Night is cold and wind has stopped after evening
Yet rain warning is given and is expected for 24 hours!
The summer drought without rain is causing so heavy rain now!
Farming fields without rain crops are waiting for rain
A week's rain at least will make it okay now!
When there is no rain we cry for it and when it is there we don't want
Whether we say this or that rain will do the best it can when it comes!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Sonnet: The Rich and the Poor
The rich become richer and the poor poorer;
This is the way in which this world goes on!
Men may become suddenly rich, not born;
A rich man turns suddenly a beggar.
The few pennies are snatched off from the poor;
The brunt of taxes are but borne by them;
They can’t make both ends meet by any sum;
The rich hoodwink the taxman- their brother!
Will the world treat people alike ever?
All men are born unequally today;
Yet, if it happens, ’twill be a wonder;
No matter what you do, things happen this way.
The rich become richer not by real work;
The poor become poorer though they hardwork!
poem by John Celes
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Same Old Story
Born to open for
Mankind natures door
A life known by a few
And those who knew that shared
Their knowledge fewer cared
About what plants could do
For most felt it was mad to conceive
That plants thought, felt, and moved quite like we
But with instruments bose would devise
Would take science itself by a surprise, so
On we go to where who knows
To a place where theres still non-believers
What will it take for heaven sakes
For those who find whats real too hard to believe in
Its that same old story again.
Born of slaves who died
Too soon to realize
The need his life would be
Selflessy he gave
His wisdom to a way
Where first no minds would see
He said if farm land was to be rich
We must plant crops to replenish it
But it took him persuasion and tests
To convince them canvers way was best, so
On we go to where who knows
To a place where theres still non-believers
What will it take for heaven sakes
For those who find whats real too hard to believe in
Its that same old story again.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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