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Enduring M's.
Mosquitoes have endured long
Biting people
The same old story of
Insects causing plasmodium
Marriage has endured long
Bonding people
The same old story of
Interested adults wed
Money has endured long
Buying people
The same old story of
Inflated goods sold
Misery has endured long
Bullying people
The same old story of
Injured hearts bled
Motherhood has endured long
Bearing people
The same old story of
Incarcerated fetuses freed.
poem by Samuel Nze
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Bad Habits & Infections
Come to me like Im the doctor
Say you need someone to talk ta
You want advice go ask your mother
One bad turn deserves another
cause Ive been cursed with your infection
Makin my head hurt makin my eyes burn
Youve taken me in the wrong direction
And left me there with no protection
Bad habits can be cured by cutting
Them out
Infections can be cured by cutting
Them out
Maybe youll find a friend up in the
Rainbow room
If you can dodge the drinks that
Theyve been throwing at you
Anyway, your boyfriend should be
Coming home soon
Then you can hide your life away
Bad habits can be cured by cutting
Them out
Infections can be cured by cutting
Them out
Come to me like Im the doctor
Come to me like Im the doctor
Come to me like Im the doctor
I am the doctor
I am the doctor
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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A Suffering Endured Has Ended
After many years,
A suffering endured has ended.
And you expect my empathetic participation,
With yours?
I don't think so!
I managed to jump through hoops,
To become cured.
And you complain when it rains.
Or from the sight of it,
Inside the comfort of your shelter.
My healing had occurred when fully exposed.
With challenges and obstacles still to overcome.
Only God once allowed can undo what has been done!
And that I discovered after having my own one on one.
In a reality I will describe,
As not being scipted...
For my enjoyment nor for my fun.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Strength
I remember as a little boy, the enraptured awe
I felt when I thought of my Father, and how strong he was;
Sadly, my eyes were not trained, so that's all I saw
And thus, believed him a heroic figure, because
Of same-yet, I was so sadly mistaken!
My Father was not a hero, nor was he truly strong-
He was a coward, and I am sorry he has taken
So much, from so many-and that he did it for so long!
Now, as a man, I know the essence of true strength-
It is the ability to remain resolute in your conviction,
No matter the consequences imposed, no matter the length
Of suffering endured-this is real life, not fiction,
Or make believe-here, pain is very real;
True strength is the endurance, to endure that which you feel,
Inside, at the thought of all the pain endured-
The ability to realize that, his untimely death cured
The weakness he tried to hide frrom the rest of us,
He took so much through cowardice, but not the best of us-
We have nothing, about which to be ashamed,
The monster I called my Father, is the only one to be blamed!
-Maurice Harris,28 August 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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The manner in which one endures what must be endured is more important than the thing that must be endured.
quote by Dean Acheson
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I learned from the example of my father that the manner in which one endures what must be endured is more important than the thing that must be endured.
quote by Dean Acheson
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R.i.p
I know a reformed paedophile
and he is where he ought to be.
Buried deep beneath a pile
of monumental masonry
An enraged father killed the beast
and pleaded provocation.
Nobody cavilled in the least
when he received probation.
He had saved children from abuse
and cured a problem at its source.
For paedophiles are of no use,
Though some will disagree of course.
He slumbers deep and peacefully
his disease cured permanently.
22-Aug-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I'll Stick Around
I thought I knew all it took to bother you
Every word I said was true; that you'll see
How could it be I'm the only one who sees
Your rehearsed insanity Yeah
I still refused all the methods you've abused
Its alright if you're confused; let me be
I've been around all the pawns you've gagged and bound
They'll come back and knock you down
And I'll be free
I've taken all and I've endured
One day it all will fade I'm sure
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I had no hand in your ever desperate plan
It will turn and when it lands words are due
I should have known we were better off alone
I looked in and i was shown you were too
I've taken all and I've endured
One day it all will fade I'm sure
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I'll stick around
I'll stick around and learn from all that came from it
song performed by by Foo Fighters from Foo Fighters
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Little Ditties I
Winifred Waters sat and sighed
Under a weeping willow;
When she went to bed she cried,
Wetting all the pillow;
Kept on crying night and day,
Till her friends lost patience;
"What shall we do to stop her, pray?"
So said her relations.
Send her to the sandy plains,
In the zone called torrid:
Send her where it never rains,
Where the heat is horrid.
Mind that she has only flour
For her daily feeding;
Let her have a page an hour
Of the driest reading,--
Navigation, logarithm,
All that kind of knowledge,--
Ancient pedigrees go with 'em,
From the Heralds' College.
When the poor girl has endured
Six months of this drying,
Winifred will come back cured,
Let us hope, of crying.
Then she will not day by day
Make those mournful faces,
And we shall not have to say,
"Wring her pillow-cases."
poem by William Brighty Rands
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This Town
I'm cured
When you say there's something left
It's pure
Just to know we will always be friends
I hope you find your mind and let them go
Theres nothing left to do in this town
Theres no where left to fly but on the ground
I'll reach you
It's over me
That I cannot describe it
My friends
You know that I can't hide it
Like planets
Contemplate my worlds
Painting all the colours
Running dry like me
There's nothing left to say in this town
There's nowhere left to hide but inside pride
I'll reach you
I'll reach you
Theres nothing left to do in this town
Theres no where left to fly but on the ground
I'll reach you
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight
I'm cured
When you say there's something left
When you say there's something left
I'm cured
There's nothing left to do in this town
There's no where left to fly but on the ground
I'll reach you
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (no matter were u are)
Tonight
Tonight
I'll reach you
I'll reach you
Tonight
song performed by by Inme
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Scared and Couragous
I am scared and couragous
I wonder when my mom's going to die of cancer
I hear gossip everyday
I see them staring as I pass through the glum halls
I want my moms cancer cured
I am scared and couragous
I pretend I'm a bird so I could fly away
I feel happy yet sad
I touch my face to wipe my tears away
I worry about my mom all the time
I cry myself to sleep every night
I am scared and couragous
I understand my mom can't be cured
I say I'm happy when I'm not
I dream of a world without cancer
I try to make the best of everything
I hope my mom doesn't die too soon
I am scared and couragous
poem by Desiree Brown
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Harlan Sewall
You never understood, O unknown one,
Why it was I repaid
Your devoted friendship and delicate ministrations
First with diminished thanks,
Afterward by gradually withdrawing my presence from you,
So that I might not be compelled to thank you,
And then with silence which followed upon
Our final Separation.
You had cured my diseased soul. But to cure it
You saw my disease, you knew my secret,
And that is why I fled from you.
For though when our bodies rise from pain
We kiss forever the watchful hands
That gave us wormwood, while we shudder
For thinking of the wormwood,
A soul that's cured is a different matter,
For there we'd blot from memory
The soft-toned words, the searching eyes,
And stand forever oblivious,
Not so much of the sorrow itself
As of the hand that healed it.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Carried On My Back To Master
If tears from my eyes,
Are seen to drip...
As if from a faulty faucet,
Needing to be fixed.
I have just observed and visited,
The sufferings endured...
By my sisters and brothers.
Enduring hunger and homelessness...
In once thriving neighborhoods.
If my tongue seems to be tensed,
And incensed with laments.
I have just observed and visited,
The sufferings endured...
By my sisters and brothers.
Enduring hunger and homelessness...
In once thriving neighborhoods.
If my comments should offend,
Anyone listening...
With pretensions they defend.
I have just observed and visited,
The sufferings endured...
By my sisters and brothers.
Enduring hunger and homelessness...
In once thriving neighborhoods.
And I do the best I can...
To continue my journey,
With a focus at my command.
Trying to comprehend and understand...
Why my tears,
Falling in a silence no one hears...
Can not nourish or flourish those lives I pass,
As I grasp these visions appearing...
On my path.
Knowing my own burdens and tasks,
Are carried on my back to master!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I cured with the power that came through me.
The past cannot be cured.
quote by Elizabeth I
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Pay what you owe, and be cured of your complaint.