Wasting
Wealth wastes on the rich with no value
Beauty wastes on virgins with no access.
Youth wastes on the young with the denial.
The society is willingly witness.
11.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man’s Wasted Pelf
Man squanders money in space;
Man puts big sums in futile wars;
Man wastes huge amounts to kill;
Man wastes big sums to get an easy thrill!
Man spends a lot in abortions;
Man spends for keeping vices alive;
Man wastes time to earn ill-got wealth;
Man has no time to keep his health!
And coffers remain empty;
Tax-money goes down the drain;
Budget is pilfered for kick-backs;
And debts keep mounting up steeply.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-12-11
poem by John Celes
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The rational man finds that his share of the cost of the wastes he discharges into the commons is less than the cost of purifying his wastes before releasing them.
quote by Garrett Hardin
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Sonnet: Man is Foolish?
How foolish truly man can sometimes be!
Trying to search for life in stellar Space;
When things are there on earth in aplenty;
Man's quest for wealth elsewhere is in fast pace.
Believing machines that he has devised;
Relying on Science, much more than on, God;
Doing things destructive, uncivilised;
Man cares for earthly acclaim and award.
0 how he wastes his energy and time!
And how he wastes hard-earned wealth in research!
He forgets that his soul must be sublime;
Spiritual life and God are left in lurch.
This is how man has been foolish for long;
And sings by heart a discontented song.
poem by John Celes
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Spellbound
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
poem by Emily Jane Brontë
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The Night is Darkening Around Me
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow ;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow ;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below ;
But nothing drear can move me :
I will not, cannot go.
poem by Emily Jane Brontë
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The Night is Darkening Round Me
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me—
I will not, cannot go.
poem by Emily Brontë from The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë (1908)
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Something To Live For
(hymas / brown)
Weve seen so many towns
Where the trains dont ever stop
Though we hear all night sounds
Theres no side left to the shop
Nothing but changes of face
That life arranges
Nothing but strangeness that wastes
Anything it replaces
Weve seen so many dreams
Floating out into the tide
Theyre never what they seem
And theres emptiness inside
Nothing but changes of face
That life arranges
Nothing but strangeness that wastes
Anything it replaces
Keep pushing tomorrow
You might just find
Something to live for
Keep hustling tomorrow
You might just find
That elusive something
Weve got so many ways
To take the world apart
And almost no one stays
If they make it from the start
Nothing but changes of face
That life arranges
Nothing but strangeness that wastes
Anything it replaces
Keep pushing tomorrow
You might just find
Something to live for
Keep hustling tomorrow
You might just find
Something to live for
Keep pushing tomorrow
You might just find
Something to live for
Keep hustling tomorrow
Until you find that elusive something
song performed by by Hollies
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Early Works - Time
Times of troubled pasts
Times of troubled future
Times of troubled present
More is the man who is great of mind
More is the man who is great of soul
More is the man who is great of love
Time is the man who thinks of nothing
Time is the soul in deep despair
Time is the fool of no awakening
More is the time of unbound less wastes
More is the time all of us wastes
More is time, is time, is time
Date unknown
poem by David Harris
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Run To The Hills
Run to the hills
(harris)
White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for cree
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack
Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives
Soldier blue on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good indians are tame
Selling them whisky and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills run for your lives
(repeat to end)
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Raining in The Sea
I waste feasting the rich.
I waste pleasing the crooked.
I waste being chivalrous.
God wastes raining in the sea.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The more the marbles wastes, the more the statue grows.
quote by Michelangelo
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All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
quote by Wilfred Owen
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Never try to teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time, and it annoys the pig.
I Live For Only Fourteen Days
They say I live for only fourteen days
Not many know I can live longer
By another sixteen days
If people around turn kind
In this short life span
We grow, develop, and mature
Multiply in plenty
Eat well and to die at last
You may see us every where
In tropical countries
But not during night time
Our people are clear about our life style
We do not work more than twelve hours a day
As we do not keep awake more than that
We keep awake only to keep doing something
We are busy most of the time
Devouring all that you term waste
We do not nurse any great taste
As our hunger puts us ever in haste
We prefer liquid or semi solid food
We have also the capability to
Soften any other edibles with our saliva
And consume it
You people do not even tolerate our presence
You take intensive measures to keep us off
We do not mind all that
We gain our way into your cordoned areas
To your dismay and discomfort
You say we act as carriers of certain diseases
We intend not to do that
It happens probably because of our anatomy
With hair like projections all along the body
We are bound to carry micro organisms
On your biological wastes
And these organisms reach new targets
Our getting branded as disease carriers
Why you find it difficult to appreciate us
Who really cleanse your wastes by consuming them
And why you do not realize that
You only created the waste,
Allowed it to rot in the open
And made us drawn to your waste
You call us house fly
You have complaints against us high sky
We cannot speak to defy
But your wastes you may away shy
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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He who scrubs the head of an ass wastes his soap.
He wastes his tears who weeps before the judge.