A pain that pricks the conscience is more effective than a lot of whiplashes.
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To resort to power one need not be violent, and to speak to conscience one need not be meek. The most effective action both resorts to power and engages conscience.
quote by Barbara Deming
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Man
visioned
To rise to fall
Pricking conscience pricks
Consciousness wakes but wakeful so
Inert
poem by Indira Renganathan
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No Regrets
Wouldn’t it be a nice world
if we had no regrets
for the things we do,
but that is not the case,
our conscience says that will not do,
so we carry the baggage
for things we’ve said or done.
The most regrets we have
is when we hurt a loved one,
it’s always in the heat of the moment
and we say and do a lot of things
that we would normally never do.
Then our conscience pricks us
and asks why did we do that,
another regret for the baggage
that we all carry around.
4 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Conscience's functions
The nose smells when the odour changes.
The conscience pricks when the wrong enters.
The nose goes silent after the change stays.
The conscience goes dumb after the wrong stays.
Entering the fish market,
You will smell the fish.
Staying in the fish market,
You will no longer feel it.
08.04.2012.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Parting is forgetting
The good things I did to her remind me.
The reluctances shown by her pricks me.
Her concessions given to me reminds her.
My overt actions shown to her pricks her.
Both set to forget each other, parting.
15.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Conscience Pricks First Time
The maiden stealing makes me shy.
Stealing tenth time from home,
I don’t feel that I am stealing.
Conscience pricks me the first time.
(17.03.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The results of being a coward
As I look at myself in the mirror
I am not pleased with my reflection
the person that I have become
is not what I used to be.
I had standards and guidelines of loyalty
was happy to be loved by so many
my family that nurtured me so intense
but now I have lost it all.
I am in agony every single day
my conscience pricks me while I am awake
Can't get up the courage to make it right
instead I wollow in my own self pity.
I hope that one day soon
I will have the strength and courage
to speak out what I have done
and get a healing for myself
poem by Johnee Kemp
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Remember This Lack of Conscience - 'For Maya Angelou'.
When time goes past and dithers not
One sees the blame that gathers moss
To feel akin with woe as one
I'll forgive myself and you to soldier on
Remember this lack of conscience when we meet
I was violated, raped and beaten within to provide a treat
Remember this lack of conscience when I get out
To see through with vision all I espy
Remember this lack of conscience which will know no bounds
To hideously transform love profound
Remember this lack of conscience when I am free
You will lose and you know me
Remember this lack conscience less you forget
That freedom is precious and not a threat
Remember this lack of conscience when the bars are bent
I will slip out into the depths of crass to vent
Remember this lack of conscience to come
The Devil has a new spawn and drum
Remember this lack of conscience gathering
To prove nothing but give a battering
Remember this lack of conscience wild
It has no remorse just like a child
Remember this lack of conscience like the Hawk
Which draws blood, looks on and gawks
Remember this lack of conscience with the Demon within
It's a Golem to clear the the Evil and get even
Remember this lack of conscience when you renege
The death of love can be ones grave
Remember this lack of conscience and tremor not
No fruit you bear or shall ever to care
Remember this lack of conscience that prevails
The trial is over and you have failed
Remember this lack of conscience and grow
To a woman that a man can know
Remember this lack of conscience that forgave
and now with Love sends you away
For Maya Angelou - ' Remember This Lack of Conscience'.
poem by Azriel Dreams
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Assimilate
As easy for water
To trickle down
Easier for habits
Bad to be conjured
Once conjured
Easier to assimilate
Not afraid of further falls.
Making sacrifices big and small
Attain heights
Where, vice
Merely in thoughts
Pricks the conscience
Forewarns of fall
Of which
Soul would find
Difficult to absolve
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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I Will Never Fall In Love Again
Life is full of pricks and pain
I don't want to be in love again
‘Cause I know my worth and where I stand
Why did I even hold your hand?
I was a fool to believe in you
But gave it a try hoping it's true
You are an illusion…my eyes deceived me
You are someone I made up…I couldn't see
And now if my heart should call out your name
Even if these arms should want you again
Even If I am all cried out and no longer in pain
I will never fall in love again….
poem by Meena Mustafa
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Name and Shame
I am an honourable person
and not the type
to name and shame.
When someone does me wrong
I just bite my tongue
as if there is nothing wrong.
Everyone has a conscience
and those who hurt friends
I hope it pricks deeply.
No matter what they do
in their remorse,
nothing they say can make amends
for the trust they have broken
and the friendship they exhaled.
If they read what is written
do not reply, you see
live with my money and your guilt
because I have moved on.
(19 August 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Effective leadership is putting first things first. Effective management is discipline, carrying it out.
quote by Stephen Covey
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I have seen how effective language attached to policies that are mainstream and delivered by people who are passionate and effective can change the course of history.
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Who will help me die?
I see just headlines in dailies,
Read bits in the periodicals
And ignore reading any materials.
I condole over phones, bless through
E-mails and ignore persons in person.
With kids to tutors and parents to servants,
I work in days and party at nights.
My wisdom justifies, ‘no time’.
My conscience pricks ‘no concerns’.
My guilt whips, ‘no empathy’.
Fear late engulfs, ‘who will help me die? ’
01.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unconscience
Sometimes Im dirty, sometimes Im clean
Sometime I talk in circles so I dont know what I mean
Although I am uncertain, one thing seems clear
I dont know very much, but Im still glad to be here
Because Ive got a conscience and hes got the same name
When it goes badly he gets the blame
When it goes good I get the acclaim
When I get hit he feels the pain
Werent you before me or were in the past
Youll have to excuse me, I didnt think that this was going to last
Well, I heard the road that spirals down
Has been paved with the best intentions that can be found
Ive got a conscience and hes got a name
When it goes badly he gets the blame
When it goes good I get the acclaim
When I get hit he feels the pain
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Art is like a venom
With understanding we could poison
Without caution we could die
With creativity comes imaginations
With imaginations comes truth
With truth comes pain
With pain comes death
Dear art, you're like a venom,
So painful yet so effective..
Language Of Tears
Tears flow without a stop
Pin pricks of pain breaks the bubble
Sometimes I wish for a smile
Even a fake one for that matter
Heart throbs with countless hurts
Despair, hopelessness fills the soul
I wish for your understanding
A word that means you care
Let me forget these tears, this pain
Let me forget this hurt, this despair
Hold me tight and hold me near
Let me take this last breath of love
poem by Deepa Thomas
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Conscience And Remorse
'GOOD-BYE,' I said to my conscience —
'Good-bye for aye and aye,'
And I put her hands off harshly,
And turned my face away;
And conscience smitten sorely
Returned not from that day.
But a time came when my spirit
Grew weary of its pace;
And I cried: 'Come back, my conscience;
I long to see thy face.'
But conscience cried: 'I cannot;
Remorse sits in my place.'
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Ages to Ages
Work was with pain those days
Work was with lot of pain but with less gain.
Work was with lot of pain and more strain
Even though work was with lot of pain and more strain, most of the things were in vein.
Now-a-days work is of less strain and no pain, But with lot of gain.
Now-a-days enormous work is replaced by effective and efficient work.
It is the day of harmony and glare.
Now-a-days there is lesser strain and lot of gain.
But one day will come when there won’t be to humans any pain and strain because every thing will be done using machine's brain then no one will take a chance to know, that they have a brain.
poem by Narendra Kuppan
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