The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.
quote by J. Petit-Senn
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Hate is too great a burden to bear. It injures the hater more than it injures the hated.
quote by Coretta Scott King
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Only for you
I can bear any insult
I can bear any misdeed
I can bear any oppression
I can bear the wounds of love or
Those of hatred
I can bear everything
But only for you God
Only for you.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Admonition 06
Whoever makes peace with the enemies of his friends greatly injures his friends.
Wash thy hands, O wise man, from a friend
Who is sitting together with thy foes.
The Sullen Tide Rush
A sullen tide
rushed upon thy rock-happiness
looking at him
staring
running, hiding
I want his head
regained trust as a pond after a rainstorm
a sullen tide
rust again
Sullen Tide rushes,
soaked rocked-happiness
He came up
without me knowing
I surprised
He asked if I was doing fine
I responded better
I forgot
he reopened scar
Sullen Tide rushes,
soaked rocked-happiness
LET IT OUT!
HATRED
GLOOM KNOCKS ME OUT!
HATRED OVERCOMES
crying, hating,
in a kingdom of Tumult
Cut, cut, cut into pieces
caught in a sullen tide
Hatred overcomes once again
Like a rush of sullen tide
A sullen tide rushes upon thy rocked-happiness
poem by Alexandros Sandoval
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Definition of Pain
Life so precious yet so easily taken away
happiness what everyone wants yet there filled with pain
People causing pain to others for their amusement
Which causes hatred from their victims in turn it creates their murder
What has life come to hatred, anger, pain, death instead of happiness, joy, love, life
how can I live with life
for if i'm happy others will give me pain
if i'm in pain others will fill me with hatred
which will have me taking their so precious lives
So how can I feel happiness once again
when in order to do so I have to create all those things I despise
So doesn't a victim create their own murder in turn creates the death of the murder
if all of this is true isn't life a cycle of happiness to pain then unto death.
poem by Requiem Night
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To let out hatred
I exert hatred through abuse and curse.
I leak hatred by sulks and silence.
Gossips and revenge are other outlets.
Hatred explodes in quarrels and slanders
Being jealous also a hatred
To cut jokes too is to expel hatred.
Hatred is faeces inevitable.
Not to constipate, it must be let out
08.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Enemies Attack
Enemies attack
So much is at stake
Mother land is bleeding
Soldiers rush
Enemies are flushed
Heaps of dead rushed
Whose son or whose father?
Someone's near and dear
Agony and pain in life to bear
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love and Hatred
Love is not so heavy as hatred,
Love is gentle and soothing,
While hatred is rude and disturbing,
Love is an attribute of God,
While hatred is the quality of devil,
Love makes,
Hatred mars,
Love teaches how to live,
Hatred is tired of life,
Love is soft as gentle rain,
Hatred is hard as drought,
Love is deep like an ocean,
Hatred is shallow without commotion,
Love makes sacrifice,
Hatred escapes sacrifice,
Love is everlasting,
Hatred is transcient,
Love releases fragrance,
While hatred stinks,
Love relies on heart,
Hatred relies on mind,
Love loses,
Hatred gains,
In a nutshell,
Love is life,
Hatred is death,
So let's spread love.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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What Happiness Is
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is when you get a new puppy
happiness,
is when you get married
happiness,
is when you go on you first date
happiness,
is making your own decisions
happiness,
is graduating
happiness,
is getting you first job
happiness,
is falling in love
happiness
is being proud of who you are
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is glowing
happiness,
is fun
happiness,
is an amazing feeling
happiness,
is when you smile all day
happiness,
is giving someone a hug just because you can
happiness,
is that light in your eyes
happiness,
is what makes the world go around
happiness,
is bliss
Hatred can never be good. … Here, and in what follows, I mean by hatred only hatred towards men. … Envy, derision, contempt, anger, revenge, and other emotions attributable to hatred, or arising therefrom, are bad … Whatsoever we desire from motives of hatred is base, and in a State unjust.
quote by Baruch Spinoza
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On Their Knees
Theft and deception,
Have been their worst enemies.
And the power of truth,
Reduces them to miseries.
An escape hatch is sought,
As the plunge from their throne is felt!
The misuse of their own citizens,
Inflames them from within.
They can not blame anyone else!
Their struggle to maintain integrity has gone!
Not one of them fed on greed,
Has an identity that is strong.
Listening with patience and correcting their faults...
Had not been a priority.
So on their knees,
Lessons not learned...
To them are brought!
Too late.
To heal from self hatred taught!
So on their knees,
Lessons not learned...
To them are brought!
Too late.
To heal from self hatred taught!
Theft and deception,
Have been their worst enemies.
And the power of truth,
Reduces them to miseries.
So on their knees,
Lessons not learned...
To them are brought!
Too late.
To heal from self hatred taught!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 41
A company of vagabonds met a dervish, spoke insulting words to him, struck him and otherwise molested him; whereon he complained to his superior and explained the case. The pir replied: ‘My son, the patched frock of dervishes is the garment of resignation and who, wearing it, cannot bear injuries is a pretender not entitled to the frock.’
A large river will not become turbid from stones.
The Arif who feels aggrieved is shallow water yet.
If he injures thee, bear it
Because pardon will purify thee from sin.
O brother, as the end is dust, be dust before thou art turned into dust.
Who is the Best?
Mankind want to brake the record,
Many competitors want to be the best, they can afford.
Better then anybody, a never ending rush for winning,
Followed by enemies, hatred and they get what's coming.
In life, sport, schools and in the office too,
Many want to beat the other and overdo,
Some thinks they are better if they win,
In my opinion they are worst, they are just toxin.
Winning makes them the biggest losers,
Many will hate them, they never will be respected treasures,
Being kind, flexible, humble but strong and wise,
Is the only way to find true happiness advise.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Goodbye world
Anger and misery is all I ever seem to bring.
Hatred and anger is what I seem to be making.
Acceptance and understanding was all I wanted.
But acceptance and understanding was never granted.
I wish I knew what I did to deserve all this.
Rape abuse hatred and pain is all I've ever really known.
I never ever wanted any of this.
I never really did seem to fit anywhere in life.
And one thing is for sure I've never belonged.
All I am is someone that nobody wants stuck with.
No one will shed a tear when I'm gone.
That I can belive with out a doubt.
When I am gone.
Every one will be in a moment of gladness.
They will be in a moment of happiness and joy.
All becuase they are rid of the loser that is me.
I'm not sad Im not crying.
It is with relife and happiness that I go.
I go with no regrets, this is the choice I have made.
I could see no other way.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Wine renews the passion of lovers, and the hatred of enemies.
Happiness
The time that go away without happiness
are just so hard to bear
i fought with all i had
to keep the flame of happiness
burning strong but i give up
i see all the years that have passed
every moment that let me through happiness
i wish i could go back but all i could
is shed a single tear.
poem by Swetha Reddy
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We Want A Poem Of Peace/We Cannot Write (A Poem of Israel)
We want a poem of Peace we cannot write
Because Reality does not let us
Because too much Hatred and Violence
Because our enemies do not let us-
We want a poem of peace
But we do not have enough power in the world
To write it-
The Reality of threats and dangers from too many enemies
And the need to fight for survival
Does notlet us-
We want a Poem of Peace
And an ordinary quiet everyday life
But there are just too many out there
Who wish to destroy us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Thankless Task.
Thankless Task.
Death never takes a holiday.
He has too long a waiting list.
He has to work twelve hours a day.
Because we humans will persist.
In fighting wars for no good cause.
We cannot learn to live in peace
We always think that sheer brute force
Will overcome our enemies..
It seems that we will never learn
violence begets violence
and hatred will hatred return
We seem bereft of moral sense.
When friendship can pay dividends.
Why human beings choose to fight
Make enemies instead of friends.
When they could do the opposite,
Death never takes a holiday.
Although really needs a rest..
He has to work twelve hours a day.
He has good reason to protest.
Perhaps when the last man dies.
Then death can take a holiday.
He will rejoice at our demise.
And who could blame him anyway.
Thursday,25 March 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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When we hate our enemies, we are giving them power over us: power over our sleep, our appetites, our blood pressure, our health, and our happiness. Our enemies would dance with joy if only they knew how they were worrying us, lacerating us, and getting even with us! Our hate is not hurting them at all, but our hate is turning our own days and nights into a hellish turmoil.
quote by Dale Carnegie
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Contempt for happiness is usually contempt for other people's happiness, and is an elegant disguise for hatred of the human race.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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