The tiredness of the body is the health of the soul.
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The Tiredness Of Old Age Is A Terrible Tiredness
THE TIREDNESS OF OLD AGE IS A TERRIBLE TIREDNESS
The tiredness of old age is a terrible tiredness-
It is a tiredness which knows it will die if it cannot sleep.
It is just so so weary and weak
‘Willpower' says nothing to it.
The tiredness of old age is a terrible tiredness
Which does not have the strength
Not to give in to itself-
It is a tiredness of no resistance
And incredible impatience
To just lie down forever-
It will give anything to be out of feeling itself
It will give its life gladly just to stop feeling the way it does.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Am Surrounded By My Own Tiredness
I AM SURROUNDED BY MY OWN TIREDNESS
I am surrounded by my own tiredness
Sickness makes me too slow to escape-
I try to write
But my mind too cannot defy its own prison –
I have written many poems
And I have gotten away from pain before
But I am not young anymore
And the fear of death plays too upon the darkness of my soul –
I know I will get out this time-
The sun is almost here -
I am a master of evading my own sadder moods
But inside and far away
I do not know –
At the end of the day
There is a sleep which may give no rest,
And an end to tiredness
that need not mean
An easier breath.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Happy Health
Health carries happiness for some,
They master the cures for the ill,
The ill end their lives with a kindness
Due to skilful doctors all around the world.
Health combines our spirit and mind,
The body is attached for the annexation.
A characteristic may stand, all alone,
To hide the health of some asleep
In this world, or not in this world.
The body is against health if the soul states,
The statements are magnificent, hurray!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Soul-Sickness
How many of the body's health complain,
When they some deeper malady conceal;
Some unrest of the soul, some secret pain,
Which thus its presence doth to them reveal.
Vain would we seek, by the physician's aid,
A name for this soul-sickness e'er to find;
A remedy for health and strength decayed,
Whose cause and cure are wholly of the mind
To higher nature is the soul allied,
And restless seeks its being's Source to know;
Finding not health nor strength in aught beside;
How often vainly sought in things below,
Whether in sunny clime, or sacred stream,
Or plant of wondrous powers of which we dream!
poem by Jones Very
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Soul’s relation to body
I love you; who is ‘I’- soul or body?
I won over your heart; you stole my heart.
Heart- do we mean the corporal one?
Soul, the fire, catches the body, the wood.
Soul to soul and body to body, no love sparks.
Soul in body loves soul in body.
Souls or bodies exclusively love not.
Soul and body are not like air and balloon.
Soul and body is like heat and body.
3.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Death is a divorce
Death is a divorce.
The soul and the body are separated.
The soul escapes; the body decays.
Who is the cause: the soul or the body?
‘It is the body’, accuses the soul,
‘As it went unfit.’ ‘It is the soul’
Reprimands the body, ‘which found me stale.’
Who is the male: the soul or the body?
‘Male is the body’ complains the soul,
‘In whose home I entered as a bride.’
‘Male is the soul’ retorts the body,
‘Who deserted me to seek the other.’
Death is the divorce,
Where both separate.
11.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Strong Health Makes Life Prolong
Protect your precious health
Neither smoke nor drink
Let not body be abused
Pray for peace of mind
Let exercise be done
Do if possible cycling
Swimming is a fine drill
Running is incomparable
Meditation calms the soul
Walking is the safest
Jogging is concentration
Exercising is ever wise
Food habits if are healthy
Colossal benefits are got
When healthy food is eaten
Health will pick up very fast
Very easily health is nourished
As our body is a great warrior
It possesses plenty of strength
Our duty is to tap it very well.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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HOW many of the body's health complain,
HOW many of the body's health complain,
When they some deeper malady conceal;
Some unrest of the souled, some secret pain,
Which thus its presence doth to them reveal.
Vain would we seek, by the physician's aid,
A name for this soul-sickness e'er to find;
A remedy for health and strength decayed,
Whose cause and cure are wholly of the mind
To higher nature is the soul allied,
And restless seeks its being's Source to know;
Finding not health nor strength in aught beside;
How often vainly sought in things below,
Whether in sunny clime, or sacred stream,
Or plant of wondrous powers of which we dream!
poem by Jones Very
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For literature sake.
When the body ages, does the soul do?
When the body gets wounds, does the soul suffer?
Are body and soul like sac and air?
Not so obviously.
Are body and soul like flesh and heat?
Might be.
Does not soul die when body dies, then?
Heart is not the seat of emotion, but brain.
Soul is not distinct to be treated so.
Yet soul is distinct for literature sake.
18.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Between This Body And This Soul
my body thirsts for water
my soul thirsts for another
my soul immersed my soul entwined
my body grows my soul static as a thought
i shift from one channel to another
body to soul, soul to body,
the body's nature to sin
the soul's quest to heaven
God is in between.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Eleven Angels #4
(4) HEALTH ANGEL
Your personal doctor, yes
your Health Angel,
capable to heal
your body and soul
to make you invulnerable
against malady, physically fit
and in the pink
poem by Noel Horlanda
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A white depression
on the green grass in the corner of relaxation
heaps of peaceful patience
life is pointless, a hole to nowhere
all constructions must be reconstructed again and again, a
tiredness in a tiredness
just a breath-flower for a moment but it can fly, not contagious.
Face Of The Sea
The sea has a face, my body,
As I remake the soul for glory.
Eyes closed, the water seeps in,
Nose shall succumb and body shall spend.
The scary waters around me inherit
The thinking hard creature I am.
This health is but a certainty,
Full of praise, full of work and hardship,
So that designing the heart is like grace.
Waters of high health are of the seas,
Their brine chases us from afar.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Soul has an extra mileage
Soul and body: who depends on who?
Soul and body: who adds values to who?
Whom do you regard: soul or body?
Who is the cause of your actions?
Does soul departs for body decays?
Does body decays for soul departs?
Soles alone are ghosts; bodies alone are corpses.
Soul and body together gain values.
Must soul have an extra mileage?
13.08.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Body And Soul
rise with me this body of mine
sail with me o' soul of thine
for mine is a matter of time
to mold a body of mine
and have a kind
i prefer, as without me
there is none, and without you
there is no me
send me a sense to my body
o' body of mine
a friend and shadow of mine
without a dime
take me from wrong to conformity
lead me from animosity
unchain my soul from vanity
for mine is a body and soul
detach me from the unknown
shine on me o' body and soul
bring me a blessing to my soul
connect and share with me o' body of mine
laugh and talk with me so fine
run and steady with me so divine
the body of my soul and awhile
take me back to my body as a child
...possibly not! i presume...
if i die, you too die
and there is no more of me then
from whence to the end
for i live(d) with you 'til then
extract from 'body and soul'
'footsteps' june 2012 v.7
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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It's Your Soul
I'm feeling the stress
I'm feeling the pressure
It's setting in
It's breaking me down
I don't know how much longer I can take it
I don't know how much more I can take
I'm seeing the end of myself
I'm seeing that this is all I got
Man I'm depressed
Man I cant do this
I'd never say it out loud, but this is too much
My friend are great they help me forget
I turn to my sins, to my addictions
It's turning me into an empty person
This pressure will break me
I won't say it out loud but I can't take it anymore
I won't say it out loud but this is true horror
I dress it up, I put on a smile, I deaden the pain for awhile
But it's all an act
The pain is quite real
I say I'm tired
And yeah I got no rest
I say I'm sleep deprived, and believe me I don't sleep
But even in my quiet hours...
There is no peace
I say I'm sleep deprived, but it doesn't matter how much I sleep
I'm still tired
It's a never ending tiredness
The feeling is wearing me out
Wearing me out
Until I'm just
Weary
There is no sleep in sleeping
There is no rest and resting
I can't find peace in inner peace
I can't find peace in outer peace
A vacation won't do
So I tell you
It's your soul
The tiredness
It's your soul
The weariness
It's your soul
The depression and longing for more
It's your soul
The brokenness and stress
It's your soul
Feeling like you can't do it
It's your soul
Feeling overwhelmed because it's all too much to handle
It's your soul
The reason you're restless even in times of rest is because
It's your soul
The tiredness and brokenness is in your soul
So let go for once
So let God for once
This problem is deep inside
And no matter how hard you try to hide
You need help
Because it's your soul
So let Jesus restore your soul, because that's rest
So let God give you peace, because He's the only one who can
So let the Holy Spirit comfort you, because He'll mend your soul
It's funny that we always look forward to this vacation or the next
It's funny that we think there's an end to the stress
It's funny that we think we're tired because we don't sleep
It's funny we don't realize we're lost sheep
Because the problem is our soul
Go to Jesus because He promises
'Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden with burden and I will give you rest...'
poem by David Knox
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Happy to play
Some budy
Did not play...
Any or everyday...
Play is not a
Gold meddel win...
play is your
body pick up health...!
health is
pick up your's...
life days good...
play to play...
With every day
each at least
One houre...
help with your body...
health...
happy to play...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Value your soul
The soul and the body aren’t separate.
They’re as integrated as body and heat.
To love or hate a person is soul’s act.
To love or hate a thing is body’s act.
Soul, not body, experiences shame.
Body, not soul, ignores guilt and qualms.
Value the soul to value yourself.
07.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Health is.
When you are aware of the real need of your body
Will not try to destroy it with bad habits wrongly.
Should learn how the human body function,
What to eat and drink to have the best food conversion.
Definitely must move enough to stop deterioration,
Never to have joint and bone troubles, need prevention.
Must rest enough and good night sleep,
To avoid stress, anger and your health to upkeep.
Our body has the built in healing,
Only we have to stop which is destroying,
Then you do not need doctor or medicine,
Perfect health is yours, your body'll be a well oiled machine.
The human body is the greatest wonder of this time,
We must take the best care and stop the crime.
Anyway, if we keep peace, harmony and kindness,
Our body will reflect that back timeless.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Liberty is to the collective body, what health is to every individual body. Without health no pleasure can be tasted by man; without liberty, no happiness can be enjoyed by society.
quote by Henry St. John
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