Little pains In a due hour employ'd great profit yields.
quote by John Philips
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An Old Man Medicates His Pains Away
AN OLD MAN MEDICATES HIS PAINS AWAY
An old man medicates his pains away
He wants to live in his mind
As if his body can be temporarily forgotten-
He tries to be as he once was
Easy in the skin of himself -
But the pains the pains the pains
They come from different directions
They interrupt they remind they dismay
The pains the pains
They may go away for a time
But they don’t forget to sharpen again-
An old man does not want to think of his body as his enemy
He is no pure mind and does not dream to be
But the pains
When so many come at once
And when no medication can really put a stop to them-
They will defeat him -
Drugged into restless sleep
He will not be able to die without them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Agony of Chains
Chains!
Holds my days,
Even Lucifer feel my pains.
Christianity,
Not way to eternity,
Alchemists of middle ages
Tried but failed.
They have heard before
Ablutions,
Not way to salvation
You can have a census.
Africa has a nation
Where hell is nature.
Looters as leaders,
Kleptomaniacs as politicians.
They all kill their brothers
To climb the ladders.
Nigeria can't be left out
A great nation in Africa
A giant for that matter
The leaders,
They all go to sleep
While their subjects die in penury
That makes them
Giants without conscience
But the masses are patient
They are all in waiting
There will be salvation in making
But that might last for ages
Perhaps when they meet Hades.
But I am not calling for a revolution
Ours is still a young nation
That needs to be nurtured
Only we need men for that job
Not boys in the shop
For theirs only is for profit
Even if it takes them down six feet
They won't accept defeat.
But we need people who
Will do the nurturing
That is what I am talking
Servants as leaders
To break these chains
Which causes us these pains
These pains that holds our days.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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I must swindle.
Hospitals are run for a profit.
Colleges are run for a profit.
Temples are run for a profit.
I must swindle to pay them.
11.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rules For Monarchs
IF men are never their thoughts to employ,
Take care to provide them a life full of joy;
But if to some profit and use thou wouldst bend them,
Take care to shear them, and then defend them.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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My People Everyday.
my people,
my people I see beauty,
my people I see that house,
my people I know all about profit,
my people you are the greatest,
my people I know all about love,
my people let's wake,
my people know your enemies,
my people realise all about great authority,
my people wake,
my people don't let them get you,
I know that the Lord of Creations in the healer,
They will never see my face,
They will never see the beauty of all time's,
That the great profit is from my Heavenly King.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Too Much Pains
there are too much pains...
pains within the heart..
the heart that beats not
for love but wars..
there are too much pains
pains within the soul
the soul that does'nt know God
there are too much pains
pains within the troubled minds
minds who not care for ideas..
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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The great artist is the man who most obviously succeeds in turning his pains to advantage, in letting suffering deepens his understanding and sensibility, in growing through his pains.
quote by Walter Kaufmann
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An Hour With Thee
An hour with thee! When earliest day
Dapples with gold the eastern gray,
Oh, what can frame my mind to bear
The toil and turmoil, cark and care,
New griefs, which coming hours unfold,
And sad remembrance of the old?
One hour with thee.
One hour with thee! When burning June
Waves his red flag at pitch of noon;
What shall repay the faithful swain,
His labor on the sultry plain;
And, more than cave or sheltering bough,
Cool feverish blood and throbbing brow?
One hour with thee.
One hour with thee! When sun is set,
Oh, what can teach me to forget
The thankless labors of the day;
The hopes, the wishes, flung away;
The increasing wants, and lessening gains,
The master's pride, who scorns my pains?
One hour with thee.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Pains Of Predjudice
I have experienced pain
Undeserving and vivid pain
Pains of rejection and pains prejudice
Pain when my rights were wronged.
Pains while others endure undue harm
My heart aches, my mind bruised
From pains of emotional abuse.
I have seen and experienced it
Read about it, still living it.
Pains of prejudice.
poem by C. Albert Andrews
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Peace Peace Is Needed!
“Pray for all nations,
think of what is needed.”
Peace Peace is needed!
A war on terror
is a mandate to war.
So much profit
in war industry
but to make this profit
you need a war.
What politician wants to kill
a million dollar a minute industry?
Peace Peace is needed!
To profit from this greed
this suffering is to serve
Babylon The Great
that Satanic harlot and whore
for nations drunk
on the wine of the anger
of her fornication
must surely include a love of war!
Vast money you spent
in destruction you rent
could not a little more
have been spent on our poor?
To drill a few more wells
to provide clean water?
So African child
died not of thirst
swollen belly starvation...
have a little pity
you master engineers
engineering your profit wars...
have pity upon
nations you exploit
earth’s global poor...
vast fortunes amassed
fortunes you cannot spent
in four hundred lifetimes...
pointless profit
never forget
born with nothing...
and you will
leave with nothing
except soul ripe...
for a final accounting
a last judgement
where your rules profit...
mean absolutely nothing
where you will be judged
held individually accountable...
by a Prince of Peace.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Napalm Dreams
napalm dreams,
burning flesh amid cries,
student protestors shot down....
flags smolder, stink like freedom
whored out for change....
and now again,
the great planes fly,
dropping death and liberation
o'er ghostlike oil fields...
too many questions....
lined up like cattle,
and shot.....
in the name of homeland security,
in the name of profit and loss...
their profit, ... our loss!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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To Sing
To sing in the remotest regions is safe,
A musical harmony enlightens the very safe.
I sell my goods for profit and hope to gain
From them in the ways of your generosity.
I safely groan, I employ masters for a price,
The far storms arrive and enjoy me,
When do the periods of festivity come?
The price of peace is significant,
For peaceful men did all their tasks well.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Only a great mind that is overthrown yields tragedy.
quote by Jacques Barzun
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Death Pains
Birth life death
Joy happiness mourning
Unity separation solitude
Ignorance knowledge understanding
Death life then birth
Mourning happiness then joy
Separation solitude then unity
Understanding yields knowledge
And extinguishes the flame of ignorance
Death pains sorrowful
The separation we hate
Understanding the sought out fate
Death pains a lingering task
burns inside like a hot water flask
poem by Mazwi Sedibe
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Admire a small ship, but put your freight in a large one; for the larger the load, the greater will be the profit upon profit.
In My Old Age A Great Happiness
IN MY OLD AGE A GREAT HAPPINESS
In my Old Age
A great Happiness
Comes over me.
Why?
I cannot exactly say
I walk I sing
Music and Poetry in me.
The Spring
The Light the Flowers
Some Great Peace
Of all the years I have been
My children
My step-grandchildren
So much I love
Eretz Yisrael.
How happy the light
Of this green day
All the while
Forgetting
The fears of what might be
The uncertainy of what is
The pains of what will be-
A great Happiness
A great Happiness
Thank G-d I have here now still
Thank God for so much goodness in my life.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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When morality comes up against profit, it is seldom that profit loses.
quote by Shirley Chisholm
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My Pains In Spring
My pains have four seasons
A spring, an autumn, a winter and a summer.
My spring triumphs over the rest.
In the spring of my pains
I am surrounded by smiles of sweet pathos within
And in my garden the blossoming pains flutter in the morning.
In the autumn of my pains
I am preceded by the hills of hopes mounted
And in my groves the pale pathos shed tears in the noon.
In the winter of my pains
I am hidden by the mist of dejected aims
And on my snow hills the sliding glaciers ensure a fall in the evening.
In the summer of pains
I am blasted by the heat waves of scattered dreams
And on my anvil of my poetry new lines are made.
I like my spring of pains
For I too have a human heart
And my garden of dreams will ever be there.....
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Life and Its Sadnesses Does Not Leave Me
LIFE AND ITS SADNESSES DOES NOT LEAVE ME
Life and its sadnesses does not leave me-
Quiet I hear and know
Pains of others pains of friends
Time’s wounds
I cannot heal-
Blessed now I painless walk through the world
Sadness is something else -
Pains of others are their pains not mine
Why should I be blessed
When others my age suffer so now?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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