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Thick skins
A scar for the scar is bravery.
To ignore a scar is chivalry.
To forgive it is exemplary.
Then, you must have a thick skin
To be branded a coward.
30.06.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Old scar, new scar
Old scar, new scar
Stitched together by excellent tailor
Old scar on the hand
New scar on the head
Same pain, different trouble
First came shock
Then hurt became blue
Blue’s gone leaving scar
Old scar, white scar
New scar, hidden well
When morning’s gone, nights always come
Craving old scar, leaving new scar
Old scar, new scar
Stitched together by excellent tailor
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Scars of the ego.
The fall of the leaf is the scar of the tree.
The scar indicates the tree’s seasoned strength.
The loss of the love is the scar of the ego.
The scar reminds the ego of its worth
23.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Scar
There is a scar that marks me now
that will not go away
It will be my constant reminder
of how I let you play
upon my heartstrings that were taut
tightly stretched upon my breast
plucked by fingers that I loved
that now are put to rest
But I will endure this marking
and I will endure the pain
For dreams can dwindle slowly
though the scar will ere remain
The slackened strings will not vibrate
They will become quite still
The even breathing will return
but the scar's the bitter pill
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I'm A Coward
I ain't afraid of no lions
I ain't afraid of no grizzly bear
I got in a wrestlin' match with old king kong
He didn't even muss my hair
There's just one thing in the whole wide world
That make me doubt my stuff
I'm a coward when it comes to love
Now bring down old hulk hogan
King kong bundy too
Bring down old big mike tyson
I'll show them what a real man can do
They say the tougher' get goin'
Now baby that's when the goin' get tough
But i'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
You can bring on a different sexy girl
At every night of the week
Buddy that's okay
But i start tremblin', my knees get weak
Whenever i hear her say
"do you love me baby?"
"do you love me baby?"
"do you love me baby?"
I got a muscle of iron
I got another muscle made of steel
But when we start kissin' 'n' huggin'
You may be the bravest man in the whole wide world
But buddy, that ain't enough
I'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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What matters is this: you can look at a scar and see hurt, or you can look at a scar and see healing. Try to understand.
Sherri Reynolds in A Gracious Plenty
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Coward against coward, the assailant conquers.
It is the coward who fawns upon those above him. It is the coward who is insolent whenever he dares be so.
I probably carry more scar tissue on my derrire than any other candidate-that's political scar tissue.
quote by Alexander Meigs Haig
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The So Called Coward And The Traitor
A traitor to his Country many of him do say
He never enlisted to fight in the war far away
But he marches in every anti war parade
Some say cowards are born they cannot be made.
But some have strange ways of defining a coward
By his higher self the man has been empowered
His dad died in war a hero but the son to war said no
In making a stand courage he has to show.
In not going to war he did not rob a young wife
Of the father of her children and the love of her life
And robbed a mother of her beloved son
Many call him a coward and a traitor yet he's not harmed anyone.
The so called coward and the traitor goes out of his way
To help the poor old lady frail, vulnerable and gray
Helps her out when she needs him and never asks her for pay
The young man is my hero of him she does say.
The last post will never be played at his grave
But the so called coward and the traitor in truth is quite brave
He did not go to war distant from his Homeland
And for what he believes in he does make a stand.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Depression
Oh horid ways of emotions.
All actions tryed are of no use.
All actions acted are usless.
No matter the action its all in vain.
I cant go anywhere
Running is usless and of no point.
I cant go no where.
Even if the option were open.
Oh depression horrible depression
Hold me back ever more
Pin me down with the force of your grace.
Depression my one true friend.
A sad dark and lonely place.
Sit upon the walls.
Its so sad and vacant.
Vacant like my happy days.
Depression takes me
More and more each day.
Feeding on my sadness.
This is an everelasting scar
A scar not to heal
A scar not to mend.
It will bring me to my end
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Hero Is Dead
Many people the praises of warriors do sing
And they talk of war as if war is a good thing
There are tears in their eyes when the last post is played
And proudly they march in every war parade
Every day in war zones more people do die
And the war supposed to end all wars was based on a lie
And more wars are waged now than ever before
The lessons of history we tend to ignore
The coward from the battle turned and ran away
But the hero is dead and the coward lives today
They talk of the heroes in battles lost and won
But in war there's no winner when all is said and done
From the heat of the battle the coward ran away
But he is a very proud grand-dad today.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sign It!
Interesting....but can you empathize do you know
what that means to show
your scar
to not have a star
its quite hard to understand its ok
its ok for just one more day
maybe maybe but how fey?
fey this world has become to show a scar at all
could mean the inability to ever stand tall
and may lead to death so we should?
not to right?
i dont think so time to hold up blades and keep armor tight!
let no one in......or do we?
poem by David Knox
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The man who gets drunk in peacetime is a coward. The man who gets drunk in wartime goes on being a coward.
quote by Jose Bergamin
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A choice
Which way can I go?
Should I go forward?
Or stay put like a coward?
Should I watch those who suffer?
Or step in and help?
Should I leave the earth alone?
Or should I help it grow?
Should I make friends with those who need a friend?
Or should I stand by and let them be lonely?
Which way can I go?
Should I go forward?
Or stay put like a coward?
6/24/12
poem by Regan Galloway
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That Long Scar
The scar on my leg
Was once very painful
It runs the length of my leg
I never shed a tear
It was so hard to hold it all back
But now that its a scar
I don't look at it
Now that I notice it again
The memory is just a memory
I don't even remember the pain
I don't remember how I felt
I know it hurt but that's all
But I do remember how it happened.
That Ill never forget...
poem by Lizzy Henry
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Scar
i could hang around
you could let me down again
but it's killing me
i can't waste a sound again
you'll break me if you can
you'll break me if you can
[chorus:]
drag me down again
it's hard to be your scar
a frozen satellite
you never got that far
it's hard to be your scar
be cool like you
every sorry lie
i can't live that down no
so you'll wait and see
i'm caught between the seam and me
you'll break me if you can
you'll break me
song performed by by American Hi-Fi from American Hi-Fi
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Just One More Dead Hero
So much about his courage we have heard of and read
So sad about the brave man so sad to hear he's dead
A decorated soldier from a war far away
The Reaper claimed the life from him suppose he had his day
One the nationalists and patriots used to celebrate
But with the coward and the traitor he shared a common fate
Not one to respect money or bravery or fame
To the Reaper the life of the coward and the hero are equal and the same
Though memories of the man he was will take some time to fade
Next year he won't be around to march in the war veterans parade
Ninety two when he died his best days long gone
Just one more dead hero and life does go on
The coward and the hero and those of wealth and fame
Are made equal by the Reaper he treats them as the same.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Memory
my white hair
always speak of you
it is your beauty
that it brags
to my forehead
whose furrows
lead me to a pond
of sweet memories
the ripples there
speak of the rain
and the rain sings
about this pain
the pain shows me
a scar
the scar remembers
the wound
that you inflicted
and i was that man
who believed
that once love existed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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