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Disasters never come alone.

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Disasters

Disasters strike upon the land, some by God and some by man.
The disasters of a natural force, they come from God of course.
Some however are wicked plans, found in the evil heart of man.
Both will have the same result, moving men into deeper thought.

At times a quiet earth may quake, leaving destruction in its wake.
Such times are the finger of God, touching the earth that we trod.
Disasters will strike any nation, leaving behind much devastation.
Such disasters are truly unkind, leaving pain and suffering behind.

Many people escape the wrath, being far from the disasters path.
But it should not be ignored, as they need to reflect on The Lord.
Many disasters sure to come, were predicted by God’s own Son.
Some by God are meant to be, signs pointing all men to Eternity.

Others simply have their start, in man’s wicked deceptive heart,
Hearts, by Christ, we were told, in the end would only grow cold.
But all the tragedy soon will end, when to the earth Christ is sent.
Man has become so depraved, without Christ none will be saved.

Even the earth groans in pain, eager to be purged from sin’s stain.
As tragic as these disasters are, the end will be much worse by far.
For during the Great Tribulation, wrath will pour upon every nation.
As God’s final Judgment’s poured, on all men who reject The Lord.

09/2005)

poem by Bob Gotti
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Floods And Disasters

floods...floods...floods
nature made disasters
and man made disasters
circle the mankind
alll over the world
and warlords accept
the NOBEL PRIZE without shame
signing the war budget with fame
hurricaines...hurricaines...hurricainesalll over the world
what is this
on the sacrifice feast eve
are we sin ful
in turkey and in Phlipinnes
forgive us the ALMIGHTY
forgive all the manhood and the muslims
graves...graves..graves
all over the countries
what is this
candles...candles...candles
flowers... flowers...flowers
on the graves
and the children
innocent children playing on them
and talking with the dead
death and life
side by side
peace and war
side by side
after disasters
man made or nature made
some live in heaven
some live on earth
after disasters
life goes on
turning on and on
no change
some take the nobel prize without shame
disasters swept away
all my feelings
are we living or dying
not knowing
not knowing

poem by Metin Sahin
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The great secret of successful marriage is to treat all disasters as incidents and none of the incidents as disasters.

quote by Harold George Nicolson
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The environmental movement, like all political processes, reacts best to disasters. But these are very slow, very gradual disasters in the making.

quote by Ted Danson
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My friends, as I have discovered myself, there are no disasters, only opportunities. And, indeed, opportunities for fresh disasters.

quote by Boris Johnson
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The great secret of a successful marriage is to treat all disasters as incidents and none of the incidents as disasters.

quote by Harold Nicolson
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There also is the plight that comes from natural disasters; these natural disasters could be alleviated or dealt with; we only need some time to do it.

quote by Bhumibol Adulyadej
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Hash

Siege and distress,
Hash and prolonged disasters!
But name me youe wages and i will pay it,
And my own household will belike your home.
Strips,
Exposed,
Peeled;
Surrounded in the common hands of love,
And with hash and proplonged disasters! !

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Need To Rebuild

disasters must come
this is an irrefutable
law of nature

disasters so big too big
to big to comprehend
to big to imagine

can't rebuild give up
we cannot must not give up
we must rebuild to live

poem by Terence George Craddock
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There's More To Our Lives Than Oil

The Gulf of Mexico is a beautiful place,
Where nature and wildlife abound,
Spoiled by who else but the Human Race,
These disasters no longer confound.

Whenever they happen we say never again,
An enquiry is what is required,
We know for a fact it's not if it's when,
These incompetents should all be fired.

Being brutally honest what do enquiries achieve?
Apart from wasting our money,
The outcome reached none of us believe,
If it weren't so sick it'd be funny.

What kind of profits are they making?
When twenty billion dollars can be set aside,
It is nature they are forsaking,
From that we must not let them hide.

To the locals the oceans are their way of life,
Oil destroys all life in the seas,
Everything that moves is being killed by the strife,
It's them they should be trying to appease.

The oil companies just don't give a damn,
As long as they find more in reserve,
Into their pockets vast profits they'll cram,
Nature they don't want to preserve.

Now it's on to the Arctic so pure,
Unspoiled by the greed of mankind,
Once we start drilling you can be sure,
There'll no longer be an Arctic to find.

Governments must take their share of the blame,
They issue the licences involved,
All of them should hang their heads in shame,
Such disasters will never be resolved.

The entire Human Race is just as bad,
For fuel we have a terrible obsession,
Dependence on what's limited is totally mad,
Our intelligence is in a recession.

As we drill deeper the dangers increase,
But the powers that be just don't care,
We genuinely don't know just what we'll release,
It's a fact it will lead to despair.

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poem by Bri Mar
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Close the eyes

We may face onslaught and not survive
If no timely action is taken or efforts revived
Nature may not spare us for committed sin
We may have complete loss and situation no win

Glaciers are melting with sudden spate in rivers
Havoc, destruction loss of precious lives all over
Progress may be around but not to rejoice
No one can claim prosperity with single voice

Do we want compete disaster and annihilation
No fresh air but only poison for inhalation
Nature striking at will with deadly weapons
We watch helplessly ………………

We are polluting air with deadly gases
Ground water depleting with heavy access
No one seems to be worried and tense
We have gone berserk with loss of sense

We never heard of tsunami or typhoons before
So many natural calamities and disasters come to fore
Earth quakes and floods have become scene of the day
Nature may not spare us, making hell everyday

Do we need prosperity at cost of eco balance?
Can’t we see disasters without using lance?
Have we to wait for till last day to come?
Is it acceptable to mankind and always welcome?

We may have to close the eyes and prepare for worst
Who may bear brunt or disappear first?
Future generation may not forgive and forget
Let us build new concept before it is too late

Sea is loosing charm and creatures disappear
Land also not spared and heavily bears
Sky is already with full of aimless objects
Nothing will be left on earth but only rejects

Sea may rise with tidal waves and strike
Cities may be wiped out …………..
Earth may bear deserted look with no sign or trace
Future historians may write with loss of face

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Vanitas Vanitatis after Oliver Goldsmith The Village Schoolmaster

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way
Rose smells as sweet without man's interplay.
Where once rose mansions, mankind skilled to rule,
passed away, as Nature thawed ice cool.
As polar bears' float floes flown extinct became,
humanity perished punished for end game
strategic errors, sunk without a trace
each day disasters throwing in their face
stupid neglect and counterfeited glee
as climate change came home with rising sea
encouraging wave whispers circling round
till last survivors, dismal tidings, drowned.
Where greed and need together feed faults caught,
no lessons learning, faulty logic fraught,
the planet's billions to their cost
too late awoke to measure all they'd lost.
Lands hands could treasure tides now hide, none guage
how storyboard saw time erase man's page
despite the skill that sapiens or wise
ten thousand years had shown in every guise.
Earthquakes off Richter Scale with thundering sound
amazed the gazing peasants ranged around;
and still cows grazed and still the wonder grew,
that Nostradamus prophecies came true.
Past is Man's fame, rot blots the very spot
where once triumphed henceforth lies forgot.

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way
With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,
There, in his mansion, skill'd to rule,
The village master taught his little school;
A man severe he was, and stern to view,
I knew him well, and every truant knew;
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The days disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he:
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd:
Yet he was kind; or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault.
The village all declar'd how much he knew;
'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too:
Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage,
And e'en the story ran that he could gauge.
In arguing too, the person own'd his skill,
For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thund'ring sound
Amazed the gazing rustics rang'd around;
And still they gaz'd and still the wonder grew,

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mankind United

sitting in the church pew
listening to the priest
all my emotions began to unleash.

listening about all the worlds disasters
and help reaching HAITI so much faster.
people are starting to learn to care
and their feelings they're starting to share.

the LORD has a reason
for the taking of so many lives.

and all of these disasters
for the unity of man
is what he is after.

mankind is starting to act
to the plight of others.
saving children, sisters and brothers
and the fathers and mothers.

how would you feel if the
earthquake was where you lived.
would'nt you want a helping hand
from a neighbor to give.

and if the one that was
under all that rubble
was lacking air and you
had the means and you really cared.

wouldn't you give that breath of air
and all the life saving equipment
that you could share.

this is what mankind united
can and will do
it all depends upon me and you.

poem by Louis Rams
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Pharsalia - Book VIII: Death Of Pompeius

Now through Alcides' pass and Tempe's groves
Pompeius, aiming for Haemonian glens
And forests lone, urged on his wearied steed
Scarce heeding now the spur; by devious tracks
Seeking to veil the footsteps of his flight:
The rustle of the foliage, and the noise
Of following comrades filled his anxious soul
With terrors, as he fancied at his side
Some ambushed enemy. Fallen from the height
Of former fortunes, still the chieftain knew
His life not worthless; mindful of the fates:
And 'gainst the price he set on Caesar's head,
He measures Caesar's value of his own.

Yet, as he rode, the features of the chief
Made known his ruin. Many as they sought
The camp Pharsalian, ere yet was spread
News of the battle, met the chief, amazed,
And wondered at the whirl of human things:
Nor held disaster sure, though Magnus' self
Told of his ruin. Every witness seen
Brought peril on his flight: 'twere better far
Safe in a name obscure, through all the world
To wander; but his ancient fame forbad.

Too long had great Pompeius from the height
Of human greatness, envied of mankind,
Looked on all others; nor for him henceforth
Could life be lowly. The honours of his youth
Too early thrust upon him, and the deeds
Which brought him triumph in the Sullan days,
His conquering navy and the Pontic war,
Made heavier now the burden of defeat,
And crushed his pondering soul. So length of days
Drags down the haughty spirit, and life prolonged
When power has perished. Fortune's latest hour,
Be the last hour of life! Nor let the wretch
Live on disgraced by memories of fame!
But for the boon of death, who'd dare the sea
Of prosperous chance?

Upon the ocean marge
By red Peneus blushing from the fray,
Borne in a sloop, to lightest wind and wave
Scarce equal, he, whose countless oars yet smote
Upon Coreyra's isle and Leucas point,
Lord of Cilicia and Liburnian lands,
Crept trembling to the sea. He bids them steer
For the sequestered shores of Lesbos isle;
For there wert thou, sharer of all his griefs,

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poem by Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
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One Illusion (Revised)

A change of perspective is the best way
to deal with depression due to tastefully
wrapped Christmas gifts with allergy-
causing honey, chocolate and cheese

Delicious shivers when I read the Pre-
Cambrian era lasted 300 million years
as an ice age - 800 million years ago:
if we humans exist on a planet

That survived such disasters, why worry
about anything - if a sudden catastrophe
plunged Siberia overnight into sub-zero
temperatures for 15 thousand years

Why should I worry about losing my mind
when I eat - the Beresovka mammoth was
found frozen, half-standing, buttercups in
its mouth, still edible, ivory intact

What on earth can be worse than that? I feel
so much better - disasters of the past make
the present seem like a dream - one
illusion is all that I need

“The Atlantis Blueprint” by Rand-Flem-Ath &
Colin Wilson; Little, Brown and Company 2000
pp 11,12 and 15

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Nature Defends

Disasters aplenty, run-rampant today
Why? You may ask with look of dismay

What causes natural disasters you naively inquire
Mother earth fights for herself with water and fire

Defending with great winds and terrible quakes
Polar icecaps melting and pandemic outbreaks

She’s taken mankind’s abuse for hundreds of years
Exploited by amoral and depraved profiteers

She’s had more than enough, her patience grew thin
The wicked against her fight a war they won’t win

“I will burn them, flood them and shake them to bits”
Till the will of mankind bends and submits”

Mother Earth, made perfect by Gods Loving Hands
Created azure skies, blue waters, bountiful lands

Seeding water, land with life great and small
Providing bounteous food for one and for all

Why has mankind taken more than his God-Given share
Despoiled Earth Mother’s water, soil and polluted her air

The answer’s complex, not easy to voice
Only one word comes close, that word is “choice”

Poor choices, judgment in what mankind has done
Defiling their home with cruel aberration

So what must man do to set things right
He must love Mother Earth, stop causing such blight

Banish internal darkness, take in God’s Light
Reclaim his saneness, clear his eyesight

Restore duty-bound stewardship, regain command
Of oceans, skies and all expanses of land

No alternatives exist to these actions, as time has run out
Of this...
Earth Mother is certain with no exception or doubt

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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The Purse-Seine

Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark
of the moon; daylight or moonlight
They could not tell where to spread the net,
unable to see the phosphorescence of the
shoals of fish.
They work northward from Monterey, coasting
Santa Cruz; off New Year's Point or off
Pigeon Point
The look-out man will see some lakes of milk-color
light on the sea's night-purple; he points,
and the helmsman
Turns the dark prow, the motorboat circles the
gleaming shoal and drifts out her seine-net.
They close the circle
And purse the bottom of the net, then with great
labor haul it in.

I cannot tell you
How beautiful the scene is, and a little terrible,
then, when the crowded fish
Know they are caught, and wildly beat from one wall
to the other of their closing destiny the
phosphorescent
Water to a pool of flame, each beautiful slender body
sheeted with flame, like a live rocket
A comet's tail wake of clear yellow flame; while outside
the narrowing
Floats and cordage of the net great sea-lions come up
to watch, sighing in the dark; the vast walls
of night
Stand erect to the stars.

Lately I was looking from a night mountain-top
On a wide city, the colored splendor, galaxies of light:
how could I help but recall the seine-net
Gathering the luminous fish? I cannot tell you how
beautiful the city appeared, and a little terrible.
I thought, We have geared the machines and locked all together
into inter-dependence; we have built the great cities; now
There is no escape. We have gathered vast populations incapable
of free survival, insulated
From the strong earth, each person in himself helpless, on all
dependent. The circle is closed, and the net
Is being hauled in. They hardly feel the cords drawing, yet
they shine already. The inevitable mass-disasters
Will not come in our time nor in our children's, but we
and our children
Must watch the net draw narrower, government take all
powers--or revolution, and the new government
Take more than all, add to kept bodies kept souls--or anarchy,

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poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Nuclear Is Safe? No They Lied To You

A list of non classified nuclear disasters
chalk one up for Chalk River Canada
rating 5 a “reactor shutoff rod failure,

combined with several operator errors,
led to a major power excursion of more
than double the reactor's rated output
at AECL's NRX reactor” then a big deal.1952

Entrant two Windscale Pile United Kingdom
rating 5 a “Release of radioactive material to
the environment following a fire in a reactor
core.” Toast a good year for nuclear disasters.1957

graphite core of a British nuclear “[weapons
programme] reactor at Windscale, Cumberland
(now Sellafield, Cumbria) caught fire, releasing
substantial amounts of radioactive contamination
into the surrounding area.” Radioactive fire.

A warm welcome to entrant three. Kyshtym
Russia rating 6 a “Significant release of
radioactive material to the environment
from explosion of a high activity waste tank.” 1957

Please all welcome contestant one back
Chalk River Canada (rating?) “Due to
inadequate cooling a damaged uranium
fuel rod caught fire and was torn in two.” 1958

Champagne pops cheer another good year
Vinč a Yugoslavia (rating?) “During
a subcritical counting experiment a power
buildup went undetected - six scientists
received high doses.” What detailed detail? 1958

Applause please for our first American entry
Santa Susana Field Laboratory US (rating?)
“Partial core meltdown.” Sounds serious.
Tick one deep operations public cover up.1959

Time to take a nice country waltz in a US county
Westinghouse Waltz Mill Westmoreland County
(rating?) a core melt accident in a test reactor? 1960

Looks like American is going for a hat trick
Charlestown US (rating?) “Error by a worker
at a United Nuclear Corporation fuel facility
led to an accidental criticality”. Human error? 1964

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Question Human Survival

poetics beautifully written
are our wells of disappear
disasters of global impact

with huge implications
impacting upon environment
hidden in articles trivia

like industrial holocaust
Nagasaki back to Hiroshima
cattle human candles lit

global warming impact
nuclear environmental disasters
pushed under red carpet

quality perpetuation life
question human survival
hidden lost in small print

less important
than share market
prices Viagra,

is an acute indictment
upon grid lock values
in society apocalypse

Inspired by the poem ‘Just Around The Curve’ by Eric Cockrell.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Treat all disasters as if they were trivialities but never treat a triviality as if it were a disaster.

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