Best Resource Poems
The leaves were turning red and gold;
And frost was in the air.
When they rounded up the Acadians,
From Miquelon and Saint Pierre.
It was a time for groaning;
A cry from Cajun lips.
When they rounded up those Frenchmen;
And loaded them on ships.
So they came to "Louisiane;"
A strange and far-off land.
But thrived mid pines and cypress.
A hardy, cheerful band.
They learned to build the pirogue,
And find odd sorts of meat.
For in the swamps of "Louisiane";
The Cajun had to eat.
They learned to cook the Gumbo;
Which is a special dish;
But key to their survival;
Was a little Red Craw-fish.
The "Mud-bug" some folks call it.
But it's cooked with lots of love.
It's found in shallow water;
Which the South has plenty of.
It is a time for dancing;
It is a time for fun.
When the Cajuns get together;
And the the Red Craw-fish are done.
You boil them in some water;
And throw in lots of spice.
Some corn and some potatoes;
And some ice tea would be nice.
The Cajuns love their Craw-fish
Though it's been 200 hundred years.
Since they left their home in Canada,
And cried those bitter tears.
But the Cajun is resourceful;
Making use of what he can.
He thrived to spite the English;
To prove he was the better man.
Books are resource for them who deplore
Idiocy, silliness, folly. Where absurdities encore
There books no place get and can’t decor
Them into ideal from idle I am cocksure.
Saraswati lives in them to downpour
Knowledge, Gen and Expertise’s store.
Foolish loath them, wiser lavish more.
Now changing form - pulp earlier at core
Now e-form in mobile showing its hoar.
Now or then, book is a book for sure –
Without we are incomplete. Oh Thor!
Burst on those idles and cloak wore
Of giant to teach leave their amour.
So friends, leave thy laziness at floor
And join me in my swelling score.
Books are our friends hey!
Don’t throw them away;
Keeping ourselves array
So that we be at assay
With books positively lay
For scrutiny at a ballet.
They – best pals – do say:
Read lavishly and do play,
Or in bright sunshine splay.
All healthy tips; no betray,
No deceiving, no astray.
Hence be ready to little pay
And be free as that jay
And soar up in the airway
Knowledge and wisdom to flay.
Time a non-renewable resorce unframed
Time that slowly wears away one's bones
Takes away friends_ companions leaves alone
Soon world will forget even poems I named
So glad that into my feeble life You came
Since knowing You I have spiritually grown
Now am claimed as one of Your very own
No more in inner being bear sin's shame
Lovingly and patiently know that you are true
Even there is an accounting of number of my hairs
When in discomfort of ill-fitting shoe
You provide for me a comfortable chair
I know You unconditionally love too
And in TIME all my sorrows You will bear
Mantle--a fluid shelf that cradles all existence;
Soil--a table that nurtures all subsistence
Flora--a cultivated canvas that neutralizes resistance;
Fauna--a habituated benefactor of indulgence.
Wind--a mysterious force of ambivalence,
Dispersing seed and spore with diligence.
Fondling cloak that cools with benevolence;
Powerful menace that uproots with violence.
Fire, generative force imbuing hearth with resilience;
A temporal light that provides luminescence.
Warming incubator, glowing candescence,
Brooding killer scorching with indifference.
Water--a random discharge of providence.
A vast reservoir of expedience.
An enervating stream that fuels with prescience;
An extractor that disperses with each recurrence.
Immutable elements with primordial affluence;
Material objects manipulated for human ascendence.
Red ink covers every written page
heads on the realm yet like no government
no planning rots the goods in the carriage
but the toppers still do not see this dent
mismanagement and corruption so flex
stagnating prosperity in a cuff
poverty and conflicts play and have sex
selfish leaders close their eyes and rebuff
lay foundations for the next to maintain
on the woe of kings, citizens languish
nothing of significance to sustain
now a starved nation of men in anguish
the people have long been the casualty
they’ll rise to make them pay the penalty.
Books – a medicine saturnine.
Those who have books shine
With lively bright colour twine.
Books – a Daniel – be in shrine
To take us all up with whine.
Saraswati, indeed, did opine
My talents with saccharine
And help me for Her to reassign
Her position in the world malign.
With her help I Monorhyme define
And made many people it dine
With garlic or ginger or brine.
Oh! Goddess! Help me refine
The world with your dyne –
Books – a medicine saturnine.
Book is the only stop
Where all halt from top
For knowledge or whop
Of all sort and thoughts slop.
Though it clear drains prop
For teacher or for carhop.
They are vaguely clear lop
Whenever read makes plop
Of cognition to take you atop.
This is for money a great swop.
These are sooth in great strop
For those who keep them at doorstop.
What a pleasure they are as sop.
I loved to have ignorance to mop.
In this unknown world of knowledge hilly,
You came as a Mozart in disguise dolly
To teach all teachers how to teach fully;
Benefitted though sad – not meeting daily.
Daily meeting not possible, gave a pulley
Of google drive and we see, hear our folly.
Giving a chocolate, taking note of us, O Alley.
A corollary we get makes us gorgeous frilly
No obfuscatory with him: sometimes chilly,
Times cold, but a hunky-dory, a true deli.
An accurate hortatory for English holy,
Teaching precise pronunciation alley
To improve us from state utter nugatory.
Encouraging, gave chances to all my folly;
Novel, pioneering, predicatory. Never did dally.
Blessed to have such a trainer as lovely lily
Had been an orator, excellent energetic filly.
Marwadi University is blessed with hilly –
The persons so high, so intelligent, O Molly!
Wish to have such a guide in my life daily
So that saccharin be added to life’s chili
And lethargy, fatigue, lassitude goes dully.
Let it be Surat or Morbi or Rajkot or Delhi
Dhanajay, Viral and Brij sir be with me fully.
A Resource Based Economy,
eliminates the need for currency.
There isn't enough money in the world to provide housing for everybody,
let alone provide everyone with all their most basic of needs,
but we have more than enough resources to provide abundance for everybody.
We are sitting on technology like you wouldn't believe.
Technology that could provide everyone all of their needs.
Technology that could eliminate all jobs quite literally,
allowing everyone to peruse their true passions without restrictions freely,
with a higher and greater education available to everybody,
without a price tag, no tuition, absolutely free.
When science and technology,
are applied to the social system intelligently,
combined with a global Resource Based Economy,
we could all live a lifestyle like you wouldn't believe,
a virtual Garden of Eden figuratively.
This would be in no way an Utopian Society.
An Utopian Society suggests finality,
but rather an emergent, evolving society,
always going through change, improving constantly.
A Resource Based Economy,
defined most simplistically,
is the management of Earth's resources intelligently,
and there are more than enough resources to distribute to everybody.
Time is a resource and must be spent wisely
make the most of your time in positive way.
Each one assigned the same amount of time,
Twenty four hours in every single day.
Take the time to make a lasting effect
Invest time to do something good,
Visit a friend, make that phone call
Time may never pass this way again.
Time wasted cannot be regained
spend your time worthwhile today
don't look back and say, i should
have done things this way. Time
is precious don't waste it away.
Little drops of water, makes a mighty ocean
Care for the water, care for the future
Waste not, resource short, reuse lot.
A way to save is to Water harvest,
Better choice is to have greater forest,
Not to cut trees, grow bigger and biggest
Impress and please nature, water the need
Precious and pure, save the stream and the seed
Never harm the nature, it’s the source of our feed.
To the garden, hungry Pray-er embarked
Late at night, His time growing dark,
His sorrow without end.
On His knees, His death He embraced.
"Watch and pray," He pled, sweat drenching his face,
His appeal found no friend.
Three times He asked disciples for support
fast asleep, each time they fell short.
Succor they could not lend.
Are you a pray-er? Is it such a chore?
Selfish, hurried, few words in store.
God's will be done, Amen!
Our soul's recourse, how to pray - forgotten,
our soul's resource, unbegotten,
Prayer time gone again.
Jesus' mission of forgiveness and peace
deserves prayer sans cease
as His praise we commend.
April 12, 2022
Books are for imprudent tonicity
Imprudent – not understand totality
Of books – suffer of turgidity:
The poet are blessed of tranquility
Of books as they work in torridity
Where books are the only security.
They take away our minority.
If you believe in their agility
You will experience seniority.
Have faith in their mobility.
Irresponsible insult reality -
Reality is book’s relativity
In our life and its polarity:
Joining two poles – absurdity
With intelligence and precocity.
Hence friends! Value the ministry
Who control the Money’s orogeny.
Our only resource, is God’s love
All else is but a dream
In-pouring within from above
Does joy endlessly stream
We all need time to heal
That bliss in full appeal
Infuses zest and zeal
Love employs no force
Our only resource
16-April-2022
Quietus