"dependants" poems - Hello Poetry

Oh universe How you sustain all lives Is so marvellous Mother Nature You constant watcher You are not a quitter The seas know their space The sun sets in the west And never loses that course The trees cleanse the air Herbs with sweet smelling fragrance And wild honey tastes so sweet Oh universe How do you manage this With so many of us? The hogs eliminate snakes The pests feed on wastes Vultures take care of dead carcasses We all look to you when we need food You provide it We eat it Every one of your dependants Know their expectations In selfregulation The eater and the eaten Life never ceases It only changes form Rotting plants become humus And sustain growing plants Edible animals become part of man man's DNA lives on in their descendants... And then man grew a few beards With his advancements Interfering with all others Breaking laws Creating disaters In the eco thick smokes of toxic chemicals that destroy flora and fauna Massive deforestation and then he turns to you expecting you to produce When he ploughs your soils Looking up to the clouds You used to give a **** But now you feed them back their poison And their lives shorten Retribution for being stubborn And interfering with you Mother nature You heard them talking of space exploration Look for life in another planet as solution You just laughed They think that they can destroy you And leave for another planet You are the only One Blessed among the stars To sustain lives They will come running to you Like the prodigal son And maybe the rebellious Shall have learnt a few lessons Oh Universe Its so fabulous that you sustain all lives

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Dec 20, 2015

Dec 20, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC

andrewjuma

Oh Universe!

Oh universe How you sustain all lives Is so marvellous Mother Nature You constant watcher You are not a quitter The seas know their space The sun sets in the west And never loses that course The trees cleanse the air Herbs with sweet smelling fragrance And wild honey tastes so sweet Oh universe How do you manage this With so many of us? The hogs eliminate snakes The pests feed on wastes Vultures take care of dead carcasses We all look to you when we need food You provide it We eat it Every one of your dependants Know their expectations In selfregulation The eater and the eaten Life never ceases It only changes form Rotting plants become humus And sustain growing plants Edible animals become part of man man's DNA lives on in their descendants... And then man grew a few beards With his advancements Interfering with all others Breaking laws Creating disaters In the eco thick smokes of toxic chemicals that destroy flora and fauna Massive deforestation and then he turns to you expecting you to produce When he ploughs your soils Looking up to the clouds You used to give a **** But now you feed them back their poison And their lives shorten Retribution for being stubborn And interfering with you Mother nature You heard them talking of space exploration Look for life in another planet as solution You just laughed They think that they can destroy you And leave for another planet You are the only One Blessed among the stars To sustain lives They will come running to you Like the prodigal son And maybe the rebellious Shall have learnt a few lessons Oh Universe Its so fabulous that you sustain all lives

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There is a good day to die But not today I could hear their heartbeats As they clung to their chests I saw different shades of rosary Chants of "Allahu"rented the air Then it crossed my mind Is it today? We all want to make heaven But none wants to die This doomsday seems close As hyperventilation set in Why should a man wield so much? To determine who lives and doesn't Still, like a serpent I stayed calm I should have written my will Many portray it as a death sentence But it only makes me responsible It is not a death sentence What happens to my dependants? Will death defray my responsibilities to them? Maybe I should have gotten life insurance Better have it and not need it Than need it and not have it Now it seems closer I could feel me tense Sweating and trembling Suddenly I heard a voice Peace, be still This too shall pass away For I am with you Who are you i queried This time with a louder voice I am, the "I Am That I Am" My covenant will I not break For your sake, your chariot is preserved My Angels are with you Just let not your heart be troubled And your eyes single I will do it again If the heart of kings is in My hands Is there anything to hard for Me? Panic attacks vanished We conquered thanatophobia As the time cometh Those sons of perdition approached Suddenly, they turned on themselves Just like the days of old They left the way they came His words did He not break For today, not a good day to die!

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Nov 1, 2019

Nov 1, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC

gentlebabs

Today, Not A Good Day To Die

There is a good day to die But not today I could hear their heartbeats As they clung to their chests I saw different shades of rosary Chants of "Allahu"rented the air Then it crossed my mind Is it today? We all want to make heaven But none wants to die This doomsday seems close As hyperventilation set in Why should a man wield so much? To determine who lives and doesn't Still, like a serpent I stayed calm I should have written my will Many portray it as a death sentence But it only makes me responsible It is not a death sentence What happens to my dependants? Will death defray my responsibilities to them? Maybe I should have gotten life insurance Better have it and not need it Than need it and not have it Now it seems closer I could feel me tense Sweating and trembling Suddenly I heard a voice Peace, be still This too shall pass away For I am with you Who are you i queried This time with a louder voice I am, the "I Am That I Am" My covenant will I not break For your sake, your chariot is preserved My Angels are with you Just let not your heart be troubled And your eyes single I will do it again If the heart of kings is in My hands Is there anything to hard for Me? Panic attacks vanished We conquered thanatophobia As the time cometh Those sons of perdition approached Suddenly, they turned on themselves Just like the days of old They left the way they came His words did He not break For today, not a good day to die!

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Long do I labor My back turned to the hot bearing sun. Long do toil Until my hardened hands crack and blood begins to run. And in my labor, my heart turns red with the fires of anger. At the pointless task set before me. Why, I question do I place myself in such danger. When it is all plain to see That my actions do little to sustain me. My body though young grows weary of these bleary days. And my youth drains from me as color from a cloth. I am left weaker at days end than when I started And I obtain no recompence To cover the cost of all that I have departed The weight grows greater by the day And I fear I grow weaker for the effort. And yet at the time of my departure When i lay down my toils pick When I go back to the shack of a home That i wearily built. And I open the creaking door to a warm lit home. And inside I realize that I am not alone. For within the darkness eyes look back upon me Small delicate hands reach out to embrace my leg Happy for my presence, for the comfort that I endure to provide Let it never be said that my heart were made of stone. For even I in my loss, in my pain, I go to eagerly divide What little my toils have to offer, what little the world sees fit to condone. And when I see the smile they all give That another day, by my effort they may all live. I try not to weep, for they thought crosses my mind That if I were to fall to jealosies grip What wall would stand firm against he horrors of mankind. What piller would hold the ceiling above them. What furnace would give them warmth. What sword and sheild would protect them from evils men I am undone by my title Weakened by my bonds But for them, my pourpose stays vital And for them do I treck on the toilers grounds I will bleed so they will not need to I will fall such that they may rise And when it is all said and done and I am called on to Let it not be not be said that my cross I did not bare. Let it not be said that my dependants I did not prize

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC

elvis-okumu

My labors fruit

Long do I labor My back turned to the hot bearing sun. Long do toil Until my hardened hands crack and blood begins to run. And in my labor, my heart turns red with the fires of anger. At the pointless task set before me. Why, I question do I place myself in such danger. When it is all plain to see That my actions do little to sustain me. My body though young grows weary of these bleary days. And my youth drains from me as color from a cloth. I am left weaker at days end than when I started And I obtain no recompence To cover the cost of all that I have departed The weight grows greater by the day And I fear I grow weaker for the effort. And yet at the time of my departure When i lay down my toils pick When I go back to the shack of a home That i wearily built. And I open the creaking door to a warm lit home. And inside I realize that I am not alone. For within the darkness eyes look back upon me Small delicate hands reach out to embrace my leg Happy for my presence, for the comfort that I endure to provide Let it never be said that my heart were made of stone. For even I in my loss, in my pain, I go to eagerly divide What little my toils have to offer, what little the world sees fit to condone. And when I see the smile they all give That another day, by my effort they may all live. I try not to weep, for they thought crosses my mind That if I were to fall to jealosies grip What wall would stand firm against he horrors of mankind. What piller would hold the ceiling above them. What furnace would give them warmth. What sword and sheild would protect them from evils men I am undone by my title Weakened by my bonds But for them, my pourpose stays vital And for them do I treck on the toilers grounds I will bleed so they will not need to I will fall such that they may rise And when it is all said and done and I am called on to Let it not be not be said that my cross I did not bare. Let it not be said that my dependants I did not prize

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With a heavy heart this mind grows numb stumbling through days dumbed down through pills and pain A re-creation of life on the inside of my mind that forgets to wind clocks, that tick but don't tock Insanity is slow and the public aren't told of the dependants that rot but never live to get old With one slipper on and one sock not a revolution of days not lived, but marked off.

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC

charlie-steers

Tick Tock

With a heavy heart this mind grows numb stumbling through days dumbed down through pills and pain A re-creation of life on the inside of my mind that forgets to wind clocks, that tick but don't tock Insanity is slow and the public aren't told of the dependants that rot but never live to get old With one slipper on and one sock not a revolution of days not lived, but marked off.

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This age of common purpose has no purpose in this age all I see are people fighting and dear Mister William Shakespeare, no the world is not a stage,more a gibbet where we hang our rage,we should hang our heads in shame,Call to our Gods and beg forgiveness but we know that won't be happening soon we've all got used to the thought that doom is just another four letter (and I can do better than that kind of) word. Call for peace,prepare a war what the hell are we fighting for? Man is going down the pan and we'll all be flushed away,today ,tomorrow,not yesterday 'cause that has been and gone and we're still here carrying on as if the baby's still snug and soaking in the bath, that's a laugh,I've news for you,we threw the baby out,it's true , there's nothing more now in reserve, we have got we deserve,become dependants in the digital age, full of anger,full of rage won't someone please refresh the page or is this how you like it?

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Sep 22, 2013

Sep 22, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

As you like

This age of common purpose has no purpose in this age all I see are people fighting and dear Mister William Shakespeare, no the world is not a stage,more a gibbet where we hang our rage,we should hang our heads in shame,Call to our Gods and beg forgiveness but we know that won't be happening soon we've all got used to the thought that doom is just another four letter (and I can do better than that kind of) word. Call for peace,prepare a war what the hell are we fighting for? Man is going down the pan and we'll all be flushed away,today ,tomorrow,not yesterday 'cause that has been and gone and we're still here carrying on as if the baby's still snug and soaking in the bath, that's a laugh,I've news for you,we threw the baby out,it's true , there's nothing more now in reserve, we have got we deserve,become dependants in the digital age, full of anger,full of rage won't someone please refresh the page or is this how you like it?

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Provide the needy Is providing the dependants Tree keeps growing Doesn't realise

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Oct 24, 2019

Oct 24, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC

john-thomas-tharayil

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Provide the needy Is providing the dependants Tree keeps growing Doesn't realise

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