The feeble soul merely whines and complains.
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A man's first wife never complains of neglect from the penis, the first morsel never complains of insufficient sauce.
Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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He complains early that complains of his kail.
On the Beach at Fontana
Wind whines and whines the shingle,
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each single
Slimesilvered stone.
From whining wind and colder
Grey sea I wrap him warm
And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder
And boyish arm.
Around us fear, descending
Darkness of fear above
And in my heart how deep unending
Ache of love!
poem by James Joyce
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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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Hot Kiln
He shouts “Help me everyone
Come on! I’m in a kiln
Burning is my bare skin! ”
Further whines and complains
“Don’t you have compassion?
For a suffering fellow-man”
A Wiseman explains, “Well!
That’s your hand-made hearth
Smouldering in it are fuels
Raw, rough and cruel charcoals
You dug out from darkest
Corners of your heart and
Piled out around in your life
Lust, greed and great anger
Envy, passion and dirty conceit
All ensembled to blaze hellfires
In your hollow mind furnace
To pull you out: there’s none
A friend can wipe your tears
As an act of mere solace
Even God on your prayers
Can give you only strength
To endure this scorching pain
To pull you out there’s none! !
The man in woebegone kiln
Shouts again “What’s the solution? ”
Wiseman smiled and advised
“It’s simple my dear friend
Stand up and just walk out”
poem by Sathya Narayana
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I know my own soul, how feeble and puny it is: I know the magnitude of this ministry, and the great difficulty of the work; for more stormy billows vex the soul of the priest than the gales which disturb the sea.
quote by John Chrysostom
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A feeble executive implies a feeble execution of the government.
quote by Joseph Story
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Morning on the Beach and wish I was with Sweetie
Morning on the beach and wish I was with Sweetie
Wind whines and whines the moments away
The crazy sea keeps moving and groaning
Oh.. how I wish it was me moving and groaning with Sweetie
From the far end, white sands of the beach
Grey sea comes to the shore and back
Some old tourists touch and play with the water
Oh.. how I wish it was me touching and playing with Sweetie
From the east the sun rises over the beach
Red big, bright and mighty rays
The Sun promises to be happy and hot as always
Oh.. how I wish I was happy and hot with Sweetie always
From the grounds plants waking up to a bright day on the beach
Darkness disappearing as the sun rises
Just like fear disappears when love and joy comes
Oh.. how I wish, my joy and love remove fear from Sweetie
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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A winner never whines.
quote by Paul Brown
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Making Our Father Proud
Within us,
Are the souls.
Within us...
Are the spirits we live.
We should clean up our acts,
And stop tarnishing our souls.
Treating them like our foes.
They have one of those too!
Like me and you.
Within us.
Within us,
Are emotions.
And some of us give them too much time!
Irritating them with self obsessed whines.
Yet others have no clue or notion...
Where to find theirs.
Or how to feel them when they're found.
If anything is there at all.
And we accuse someone else.
Anyone!
For not knowing who we are...
How we feel,
Or when we feel it!
Within us,
Are 'our' souls!
Ourselves we don't know.
Not from the soul!
There are too many of us,
Who do not show that we do...
Know within us,
Are 'our' souls!
We have chosen to make excuses!
Within us,
Are the spirits we live.
Shouldn't we be giving
Them good treatment?
And sharing that...
With our 'soul' brothers and sisters?
Making Our Father proud.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Clone
Seldom people like the setting- sun
But people like the sun which is rising…
My sun is in the west
And I feel lonely …
No rain, no wind
In my life..
No rainbow, barren
And suffering from drought
So I ordered a clone
Of myself, to kill my loneliness
and he is cent percent like me
he is all of my attitudes too
I got him
A very lovely one
Every one loves him
Now he gives me more problems than
The loneliness I used to be in before
As he has started to sleep around..
With all beauties surrounding neighbourhood..
I see green in the eye ….
I had that wish too, when I was hand some and young
But how does he come to know about this, my old wish?
Police complains, and complains from husbands
Make me mad, one day police came
And indicted me of murdering my own clone,
i am in jail
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Of Sheer Love
Fabulous,
Fantastic!
Exquisite composition;
My own feeble effort,
Your own feeble effort,
His own feeble effort,
Her own feeble effrot,
And on demand like the pleasures around us! !
But, i will expose my love to you under the mango tree.
To you,
To me,
To him,
To her,
To us! !
And, from the heart;
Of sheer love,
But, under the trees to expose my love to you.
Cattle, battle, wattle, rattle, tattle;
Love the one who loves you and love the one who hates you! !
And like the magic hands of peace across the Queen's land,
But, try to understand my mind in the land of your muse.
Of sheer love,
Forward, backward, ward, reward, afterward;
For, i now understand who you are,
But, under the mango tree i will expose my love to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love
O love how shall describe you my heart
You're the mortal ache,
Yet still wrapped my heart
Within still weeping woe
Howling pain
You're the teribble shoreless, mortality flood
Who dares deserting your greatestness
O Your Majesty
O love!
Being in you the soul becomes insane feeble pale
You're the inscrutable misty
veil
Your companion yet is insatiable mortal till bleeds the vein
Still holding my soul, till the soul dies of your pain.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Gypsy Guy
Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains,
Be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins;
The ones that plot are in a spot, the boss man he complains:
'The gypsy soul, I can't control, my patience wears and wanes;
They will not cede to common greed, one only way remains,
In boxcar bins, with violins we'll freight them out in trains,
And in the bogs, they'll die like dogs, and everybody gains.'
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Psalm 144 part 2
v.3-6
C. M.
The vanity of man and condescension of God.
Lord, what is man, poor feeble man,
Born of the earth at first?
His life a shadow, light and vain,
Still hasting to the dust.
O what is feeble, dying man,
Or any of his race,
That God should make it his concern
To visit him with grace?
That God who darts his lightnings down,
Who shakes the worlds above,
And mountains tremble at his frown,
How wondrous is his love!
poem by Isaac Watts
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Everyone complains of his memory, none of his judgment.
quote by La Rochefoucauld
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No one ever complains about a speech being too short!
Walk With Me
Put
on your
walking boots
the ones with the
old frayed laces,
So I can take my grief
where harsh wind whines and rages,
tearing across desolate hills.
I shall lean myself on your shoulder.
Say nothing, let me sob into the rain.
poem by Diana Rosser
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The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
quote by Alexander Smith
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