Why Do Mosquitoes Spread Dengue Fever?
Why do you sing and wing at me?
Why do you hiss and wish at me?
Why do you come out late in the evening?
Why do you make me sick in the morning?
As Your habitat has been cleared,
do you claim your rights in our properties?
As you are so tiny and not shiny,
What is the reason behind your destiny?
Aerosol and repellants,
fogging and spraying,
Where do you hide, my dear,
when you are invaded?
You are one of the members,
in our food chain,
Why do you hurt us more,
with spreading of Dengue?
No proper medicine for this disease,
people suffer with sweating and trembling,
Who has made you a weapon,
to teach the selfish human?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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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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Two Systems
For the permanent settlement
of exploitation oh, my dear,
they made caste system in
the name of religion, inhuman,
notorious esotericism, one is born
from the mouth and other is from
the legs, a blot on humanism, class
system is not less scum of the earth,
not a thin chain, both are strong
tentacles, good enough to suck blood
the two Greek bugs fate and luck
you know you are sick, cut the chain,
spray the insecticide I know they, too,
suffer from diseases one is irrational
other is unscientific, I have for them
two doses of medicine, the first one
is love the second one is severe beating..
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Liberating Appropriated Oil Fields
no fly zone targets
blows up civilian buildings
pilot sick joke scopes
blowing up Muslim man
in foreign invaded land
is not reason for celebration
political oiled wars
secures rights to oil wells
secures rights to oil fields
secures supply pipe lines
secures refinery departure ports
secures invaded countries
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Some food
Some food is
Medicine...
Medicine is some food...
Some food is poison...
Some food is Tenson...
Some food is Fear...
Some food is lovely...
Some food is Bland...
Some food is sweety...
Some food is spicy...
Some food is nothing...
Food is not only food
A good eatable medicine...
At only some food...
Some food...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Mindless Of Heart {Prosaic Verse}
And, yet still now, you are confirmed by the notion
that so long as the Mind be strong.....the Heart will
always follow...and because so...I find cause now, to
educate your own Mind...of the physics....and logics
of a sophistric mantra, that you ask me to believe to
be objective, factual, when in fact, I find its rationale
to be many yards short of such statue.... but further-
to be nothing less than solipsism............at its zenith.
For you see my dear, as much as you would like me
to claim 'Epiphany' to your logic and claim but alas,
I cannot and shan't, and I will cite modern medicine
as my ''weapon-of-choice'', in deflecting your flawed
theory in placing the strength of Mind.....over Heart.
Though the Human Brain, be clearly...the most con-
sistently fertile and operational organ in the Human
Body, it is only such by way of the continuous feed of
nourishment in the form of Human Blood....which is
solely delivered compliments.....of the Human Heart.
So you see love, it is the Heart that reigns en potentate
when it comes to our everyday existence and NEEDS!
On the other hand my dear, it is Passion that controls
both...And although I know that you could easily state
that it is 'I', now, who is not applying Logic and Reason,
I will simply refer to last evening and the smile on your
face and how your Heart pumped in rapid-pulse.... as
you shared your emotion's with brainwaves from your
left Hemisphere, which controls speech...SPEECH, that
was articulated, choired & echoed over and over again
clamorously L O U D! And the rest, well, let's just say...
i'll rest my case with my Mind on how my Heart pumps
perpetual Passion for you. (What a Line!) .....THE END
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Non-citizen terrorist suspects are not members of the American national community, and they have no proper claim on the rights Americans accord one another.
quote by Richard Perle
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Sick(Third person)
Sick of all the lies, pain, and deciet
All the inconsideration people have for those...
Those who only care about others
Who can't stand to see someone hurting
People asking them to lie
To hide what they've done
And if they don't hide it
Someone else gets hurt
Sick of everyove using those around them
When all we do is sacrifice
And love them for them
Put up with all there shit
And then tell them it's ok
Sick of being used
When we treat them with respect
And tell them that we care
And no matter who else they hurt
It is we who absorb the pain
Sick of how after all
That was done for you; you
Had the nerve to say to say
I didn't care about you
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On Torture We Should Not Keep Our Silence
In many so called Democratic Countries Human Rights laws are being transgressed
And people due to their difference from others are imprisoned and oppressed
And suffer the worst forms of torture should we in silence stand idly by
For a wrong against any individual is a wrong against you and I.
A loss of Human rights to any individual is a loss of rights to all
The huge plague of locusts destroyed the grain crops though their numbers once were small
And like the locusts those who go along with torture their numbers multiply
But on such a matter for me to keep my silence would be to live a lie.
On torture we should not keep our silence 'tis time we made a stand
I've got a lethal weapon here the pen is in my hand
I may not command much power but to my own self I must be true
For if you do not speak out against torture you become a torturer too.
In many so called Democratic Countries Governments to torture turn a blind eye
And people due to torture have even been known to die
And those who keep their silence on such a matter are saying
torture is okay
Though a loss of rights to one individual is a loss of rights to all or to me 'twould seem that way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
poem by Robert John Meehan
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Body health
Medicine
Is not a food...
Some budy taken
Medicine...
For food...
Medicine make
A patient life...
Food make a
Health full life...
Live the life
Health fully
Unnessery avoid
Medicine...
With your body helth conselt...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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How To Train A Snake
How To Train A Snake
Date: August 22,2012
Teach me not to suffer, dear
To rise up from the fall
Teach me to feel the sunshine
And to understand the call
Teach my heart, to be as stone
Numbed against the sting
Teach me how to shed my skin
And never feel a thing
Teach me how to carry on
To close the open doors
Teach me to darken every page
And never yearn for more
Teach me all, you know so well
To search for prey, as you
Teach me how to slither by
Still smiling when I'm through
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Copyright © 2012 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Most people, no doubt, when they espouse human rights, make their own mental reservations about the proper application of the word human.
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History Will Teach Us Nothing
If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past
Security in human systems were told will always always last
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast
Without a breath of real freedom were getting nowhere fast
If God is dead and an actor plays his part
His words of fear will find their way to a place in your heart
Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse
Without freedom from the past things can only get worse
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Our written history is a catalogue of crime
The sordid and the powerful, the architects of time
The mother of invention, the oppression of the mild
The constant fear of scarcity, aggression as its child
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Convince an enemy, convince him that hes wrong
Is to win a bloodless battle where victory is long
A simple act of faith
In reason over might
To blow up his children will only prove him right
History will teach us nothing
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Know you human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
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Teach Me How To Fly
It's never to late to open the gate.
'Teach me.
Teach me.'
Age is nothing but an excuse to make.
'Teach me to free myself.
Teach me like no one else.'
Moons come and those Summers go.
It's never too late to open the gate.
Minds in fear keep those dreams slowed.
Age aint nothing but an excuse to make.
'Teach me.
Teach me.
Teach me how to fly.'
It's never too late to open the gate.
'Teach me,
I'd like to try.'
You're the only one who decides it's too late.
You're the only one afraid to open the gate.
You're the one with urges wishing to escape.
'Why can't you reach me to teach me,
To break away from those limits made? '
You're the only one who decides it's too late.
You're the only one afraid to open the gate.
You're the one with urges wishing to escape.
'Teach me.
Teach me.
Teach me how to fly.'
I can't.
It was something I desired.
And with that desire...
I found it could be done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why?
Muir-Siegel-
Why? Why does it have? Have to be...this way
When? When will I know? What I should...and why I didn't
Why? Why. Does it keep coming back? Straight in my face. Face
Yet I can't see it. How? How. How could I be? Be so dumb. Dumb
Dumber than dumb. You dummy!
Where? Where am I now. Am I still here...and which way am I going?
What? What did you say? I heard you laugh
What the hell is so funny?
Why? Why. Won't you show your face? Face
Show me who you are. Are. God, I hate you!
You. You. You make me sick. Sick. So sick I puke
Puke. Damn you digust me!
Please. Please don't be crueler than I...already am to me
Where? Where will I find? Find some peace...I'll even take a sliver!
Why? Why. Why does it hurt? Hurt. Hurt so bad! Bad
Yet I just take it!
Why? Why. Why does it hurt? Hurt. Hurt so bad! Bad
Yet I still take it!
When. When it goes. I wonder where
And I get so jealous!
When. When will I learn? And if I do...what will it teach me?
Why? Why. Why does it hurt? Hurt so bad? Bad
Yet I still take it!
Why? All I'm asking is why? Why
All I'm asking is why? Why?
This ain't no animal magnetism!
Why? Why. Why does it hurt? Hurt
Hurt so bad? Bad. And I just take it
Why? Why. All I'm asking is why? Why
All I'm asking is why? Why?
Don't tell me animal magnetism
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Frustration
If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;
Or had I some poison gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love.
But I have no lethal weapon-
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they still are quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Winds of Destiny
Winds of destiny blow and blow
Take me where I'm not supposed to go
Take me far away from here
Make me forget what's close and dear
Make me forget my life, my hopes, my dreams
Make me forget how real this seems
Winds of destiny why have you forsaken me so
Why must you fill me with misery wherever I go
All I ask now is you to take me far far away
All I ask is to leave today
Because I'm tired of the tears
Everyday of the year
I cry
Sometimes not even knowing why
All because of you, destiny of mine
Thanks to you I'll never be fine
I understand it was destiny for me to suffer like this
To be ripped from what I surely miss
To suffer in silence, all alone
And to keep secrets, don't worry, they'll never be known
One the one condition that you take me home
PLEASE, winds of destiny blow and blow
Take me where I'm not supposed to go
Take me home
Dear God
Dear god,
Hope you got the letter,
And I pray you can make it better down here.
I dont mean a big reduction in the price of beer,
But all the people that you made in your image,
See them starving on their feet,
cause they dont get enough to eat
From god,
I cant believe in you.
Dear god,
Sorry to disturb you,
But I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears,
And all the people that you made in your image,
See them fighting in the street,
cause they cant make opinions meet,
About god,
I cant believe in you.
Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!
Dear god,
Dont know if you noticed,
But your name is on a lot of quotes in this book.
Us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
And all the people that you made in your image,
Still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it aint and so do you,
Dear god,
I cant believe in,
I dont believe in,
I wont believe in heaven and hell.
No saints, no sinners,
No devil as well.
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
Youre always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
Those lost at sea and never found,
And its the same the whole world round.
The hurt I see helps to compound,
That the father, son and holy ghost,
Is just somebodys unholy hoax,
And if youre up there youll perceive,
That my hearts here upon my sleeve.
If theres one thing I dont believe in...
Its you,
Dear god.
song performed by by Xtc
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Ill Take The Rain
The rain came down
The rain came down
The rain came down on me.
The wind blew strong
The summer song
Fades to memory
I knew you when
I loved you then
The summers young and helpless.
You laid me bare
You marked me there
The promises we made.
I used to think
As birds take wing
They sing through life so why cant we?
You cling to this
You claim your best
If this is what youre offering
Ill take the rain
Ill take the rain
Ill take the rain.
The nighttime creases
Summer schemes
And stretches out to stay.
The sun shines down
You came around
You love easy days.
But now the sun,
The winters come.
I wanted just to say
That if I hold
Id hope youd fold
Open up inside, inside of me.
I used to think
As birds take wing
They sing through life so why cant we?
You cling to this
You claim your best
If this is what youre offering
Ill take the rain
Ill take the rain
Ill take the rain.
This winter song
Ill sing along
Ive searched its still refrain
Ill walk alone
Ive given this, take wing
Celebrate the rain.
I used to think
As birds take wing
They sing through life so why cant we?
You cling to this
You claim your best
If this is what youre offering
Ill take the rain
Ill take the rain
Ill take the rain.
song performed by by REM
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