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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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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One Love
So many times love went south
Down into the valley of the shadow of doubt
My faith was failing, my hope was gone
I wandered in the wilderness all alone
You came to me like a revelation
In your arms I found salvation
One love
Took me to the mountaintop
Showed me a world Id never seen
One love took me down to the riverside
Opened my heart and washed me clean
Nothin less than a miracle
Sent from heaven above
One love
Im amazed by the wonder of you
The clouds all open, and the light comes through
All my life I had never guessed
That anyone could ever be so blessed
I feel brand new, Ive been revived
All I want to do is testify
One love
Took me to the mountaintop
Showed me a world Id never seen
One love took me down to the riverside
Opened my heart and washed me clean
Nothin less than a miracle
Sent from heaven above
One love
One love
Took me to the mountaintop
Showed me a world Id never seen
One love took me down to the riverside
Opened my heart and washed me clean
Nothin less than a miracle
Sent from heaven above
One love
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Alabama Sky
Words and music by larry shell
Ive seen him plow a field of corn all day.
Thats reality.
His overalls are black with dirt, but his face is still full of dignity.
He talks about the waether, and he can tell you when its gonna rain.
Told me bout the flood of twenty-nine that washed the crops away.
Chorus:
Underneath that alabama sky, grandpa told me bout the things hed seen.
Underneath that alabama sky, I listened to my grandpas memories.
At times he mentions grandma, turn his head and wipe away a tear.
Sometimes wed take her picture down and sit and pretend that shes still
Here.
Three girls and two boys he raised on love and simple honesty.
And when they finlly have to carry him away, theyll take a lot of me.
Chorus
Chorus
song performed by by Alabama
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If only I pass into nothingness
Should turn up in my memory wheat grain crops,
blonde waves inspire me everlasting wavings,
the bird`s song : the field – a big dissoluteness,
the days` south secretly between us does sift it(...)
Should I look into the thought`s depth : a river
which lightens Undeath – spend my years,
and I have your face like the seaside of the wheat ears:
an icon, that it steals my everything – time!
If only I pass into nothingness,
I will remember you for ever
rich soil for love –
my seaside-longing!,
blonde dreamings will sift you –
young(...)
when,
I –
forgetten
seagulls
should I be food and f l y.
poem by Dumitru Găleșanu from Emotions into Multiverse (25 July 2010), translated by Adrian Constantinescu
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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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Africa. A land...
Africa.
A land full of mysteries,
A land where the Gods speaks,
A land where Nature talks in secret ancestral tongues,
A land rich in Culture and Heritage,
The soil, drenched in sweat and blood
Listens to the poundings of the African feet
As they dance to the sound of patriotism.
Africa.
The land of hope and bliss,
The land of milk and honey,
The land where freedom was fought for,
The land rich in natural beauty,
The people, blessed with strength and grace
Fights for the love of their land
As they listen to the pleas of the drenched soil.
poem by Muneerah Abdulrahman
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Soul Of Heaven
Had we a soul to contrive a blessed nature
The essence of our spirit resides in the bed of dreams.
Natures are compact with age, souls keep,
But both the walking and talking of our spirit is the spine.
Had we a soul to connive the world would be in oblivion,
Opening resorts blessed with reports of you.
Had the realm of heaven opened its gates to
Us who are fountain, we would surely perish in pleasure.
The rivers so functional with water
Happen to be excellent and brilliant
As their course is to heavenly splendour.
poem by Naveed Akram
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How Blessed Am I
How blessed am I for being born
Of parents good and God-fearing!
How blessed am I for siblings nine
Who made my childhood truly great!
How blessed am I for being made
Handsome and healthy, fair and hale!
How blessed am I for gaining ken
And virtues, wisdom, fortitude!
How blessed am I for being reared
So well by parents dutiful!
How blessed am I for achievements
Quite praiseworthy in life on earth!
How blessed am I for having fared
So well in life in every field!
How blessed am I for talents, gifts
That most men cannot dream to have!
How blessed am I for miracles
That gave my life a newer lease!
How blessed am I for finding time
To thank and praise the Almighty!
How blessed am I for grace of God
That goads me on in heaven’s road!
How blessed am I for everything
God gave me amply in His time!
How blessed am I for love of God
That chose me to be Christian!
How blessed am I for hope and faith
That help me follow Jesus’ steps!
How blessed am I for poesy
That made my life stress-free, worthwhile!
How blessed am I for God’s with me
And I’m with Him in earthly life!
poem by John Celes
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There are wonderfully talented actresses. It's a really rich field. There isn't as rich a field of material.
quote by Meryl Streep
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The Floating Poem
Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine—tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come—
the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there—
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth—
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching where I had been waiting years for you
in my rose-wet cave—whatever happens, this is.
poem by Adrienne Rich from Twenty-One Love Poems
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Interacting Awareness
Every so often
is felt inner desire
an urge
to migrate
to city centre
focus of interaction
to touch pulse
feel heartbeat
immerse in movement
before returning
to shadow life
in solitary suburb.
On the periphery
guarding the heartseed
of dissipated land.
Lost in economics.
Best fertile productive land
worth doubles more if
for housing quick profit sold.
Best agricultural land lost
rich crops lost for ever more.
Rich rich soil so rare so rare
is true wealth of nation
build houses on worthless land.
People eat blessing of God given land
feeding people is blessing of mighty God.
To lay waste in greed to God given land
is to invite blight famine of greedy hand.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sad Death
Sad are people who lie and give death,
Your sin is special, even though murder is not,
And deathly bridges are traversed by the spirit,
To accuse no one wrongly and no one is in fight or trouble.
Openly, gate has been served and automated,
Made and consumed by the people who eat,
Their living is again the standard of meat,
The standards of meat are greater and superior.
Gates must open for the guests who change,
They fix a notion on whoever is proud of joyous occasions.
Gates after gates are opened to the glad,
And speaking those notions may damage the very gladness
That doors bring, that gates sing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Day The Rains Came (A Fantasy)
The crack of the thunder
broke the silence of the day,
and then the rains came
and washed everything away.
Somewhere some god was angry,
and his wrath he threw our way,
on the day the rain came,
washing everything away.
The lightning slashed
the sky with a pink haze,
and the heavens opened up,
the day the rain came.
No one knew
which god was angry.
Only that the flood to end all floods
came along with the rain.
There was no shelter
from the unquiet storm.
A god was angry with someone down here.
To punish them he punished us all.
poem by David Harris
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Who
(berry blue/rob bowkett)
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life again
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life
Theres no use crying, trying hard
What else can I do
But he becomes another man
Another case of fool
Why go on living and giving up
Much more than I receive
Its taken time to realize
But now Ive opened my eyes to you
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life again
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life
But who is right, who was wrong
When love just fades away
It couldve been me, it couldve been you
But now I never find out who
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life again
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life again
Who left my lover in the rain
song performed by by Diana Ross
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A Working Man
I am a working man
up from dawn to dusk.
I till the fields to keep my family fed.
The soil is not my right,
but a gift to me.
If I handle it with care,
crops every year it rewards me.
I am a working man
and when my day is done,
the warmth of my family
fills the place I call home.
Every morning I see
the wonders of the rising sun
and as night approaches,
I watch the moon come up.
My life is sometimes hard,
but I know satisfaction of a job well done.
It is our daily bread,
where our money comes from.
God blessed me with this land
and I look after it for him.
For I am a working man
up from dawn to dusk.
26 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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Eagles Rainbow
Once in a town called Eagle, on a hot summers day
The sky's opened up and washed the day away
When it was over, there stood high in the sky
A rainbow with all its glory with birds flying by
It was a giant rainbow, like something you'd have to see
And as I drew closer there was not one but three!
I stood in the open field, feeling closer to God
Knowing this world was not just made of hard work, bills, and sod
poem by Rhonda Baker
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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
poem by by unknown author
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Soil Is A Soul Of Life
Soil what is soil Lord?
soil is life seed
soil is a living organism
soil is a loom
from which you were made
dust you were dust you will be
Soil what is soil Scientist?
soil is a critical
part
of an ecosystem
soil provides
important nutrients
for plants in
an ecosystem
soil helps
anchor
plants
to keep
plants
in place
soil absorbs
holds water
for plants
soil absorbs
holds water
for animals
lakes rivers
to use
soil provides
a home
for many species
lots of living
organisms
soil
regenerates life
dust you were dust you will be
poem by Terence George Craddock
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As the field, so the crops; as the father, so the sons.
Simple Way To Enjoy Guilt Free Gift of Beer and Pizza
Blessed be the workers laborers of the field
harvesters of the hops and barley
Blessed be the brewers bottlers truck drivers
distributors liquor store proprietors
Blessed be the hands that the kneaded the dough
the oven and pickers of the onions
the Sun the plump ripe fruit of the vine
pickers waters of the growing grain
the cow the cheese maker
Blessed be the sacrificed pig
Blessed be the driver
All hands and life responsible for delivering
the simple joy
of Beer and Pizza
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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