Please believe that I do this because I am convinced that my illness cannot be helped for any length of time and I cannot bear to be a burden on anyone any longer.
quote by Susannah McCorkle
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We Let the Illness In
At first, we both make contact
With mucus membranes,
And we let the illness in.
The fevers we may contract
Fester in our brains,
And we let the illness in.
We won't know how to react
While writhing in pain,
And we let the illness in.
Yet, such is the fate we pick,
Choosing to be sick,
And we let the illness in.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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We can easily manage if we will only take, each day, the burden appointed to it. But the load will be too heavy for us if we carry yesterday's burden over again today, and then add the burden of the morrow before we are required to bear it.
quote by John Newton
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Dead Memory
Your memory no longer lingers through my life.
You were there once and now your gone.
Your memory has died like a rose when it is cut from the rest of the world.
Your torns no longer cut my heart.
My voice no longer whispers you name,
I no longer look for you in other people in other faces.
I no longer dream of you or wish that I see you once again.
My heart no longer cries or bleeds for you, not no more.
You no longer haunt my dreams or my memories.
I finally found someone that keeps me warm at night,
I finally found someone who has helped me erase your memory.
I no longer fall and stumble but I now walk tall.
Your memory was a weight that I carried through out time
that now I am free.
I can say that I no longer love you, for you are a dead memory
poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
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Lengthy
A side to length is breathing of words
Then the task of arranging, riding and consulting.
It breaks the head and ached like the statement of Caesar.
A side to length is the period of waiting,
Which is gathered today and forced like the statement I bear.
Long is a moment of waiting and patience I take,
For when I persevere my burden is diminished
And likewise the pressure of the pen has dropped
For the force of the words is great, and my head aches.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Unnatural birth
Conceiving the seed for a long time,
Now it is time for the plant
To bear the fruit,
Let the bud blossom naturally
Let it bear the burden to get the reward,
The unnatural way may be disasterous
As it is against the will of God.
Making haste may damage
Both the plant and the bud
So God's ways are always profitable.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.
quote by Dag Hammarskjold
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The truest help we can render an afflicted man is not to take his burden from him, but to call out his best energy, that he may be able to bear the burden.
quote by Phillips Brooks
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In Bed
I am bed ridden and admitted in hospital
I get disheartened on doctor’s arrival
May thoughts cross over in mind?
Doctors come treat me and be very kind
I am totally afraid of death
I know how people offer wreath
Hey will be sobbing and remain in tears
I go berserk and loose heart to bear
I know no harm will be done
All illness may disappear and certainly gone’
I shall be back home with full cheers
I shall smile again without any tears
It is time to express our gratitude
And this should be general attitude
No need to express grief, sorrow
He has done all well for tomorrow
The illness can’t be contributed to anything
That can take place with anybody for something
It is body and may fell apart any time
Don’t think negative about it anytime
Keep only one faith
That may avoid the death
Rest everything is decided and in time
We may miss and curse it sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Union Cures The Illness
For any illness,
The symptoms and signs are within oneself, but
The cure is obtaining medicines from source outside;
Whereas,
For the illness of a well jeweled mistress
Who is longing for union with lover,
She herself is the medicine,
Union cures the illness.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Owen Aherne And His Dancers
A STRANGE thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought
Upon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade,
Should find no burden but itself and yet should be worn out.
It could not bear that burden and therefore it went mad.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Whose grief do men help
To bear but those who, also,
Have helped to bear theirs.
quote by by Walterrean Salley
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My Favorite Teacher
You helped me with math
You helped me with reading
Always there at your door with a friendly greeting
Oh how I will miss you!
I can not express how much I need you on a daily basis
You are so helpful
You are so kind
You are always there all the time
No longer a teacher but a companion
We had much fun in the classroom
Learning and shouting
And that's when it happened
A bond like no other
Not teacher to student,
But daughter to mother
You are the best
My sixth grade teacher
And I have to confess
You are my favorite
I will miss you so much
As the year ends
The time flew by
And we did not notice
But now as we stand here, two weeks away
I must say,
I was dreading this day.
poem by Laurena Rocks
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Ambulances
With screaming sirens
and flashing red lights
they cut right through traffic
and the white vehicles,
appear and disappear
at any time of day.
Where life flows away
with the passage of age
and time,
where destiny strikes
and robbers leave their mark,
cars join together in force
or illness impart
its impact on humanity
they rush
to bring a sense
of caring and hope.
White doors open and close
and some are helped
and in time
grow well again
and for others,
grey blankets are drawn
right over them
and in time coffin lids
are hammered shut.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The innocence of a tree shaken into guilt
my legs, running but not touching the ground
my hands as if I was tying a very tight tie
thousands of blood vessels trapped
I used to love that tree
My legs helped me climb the tree
my hand helped me tie the knot
thousands of thoughts trying to escape at once
My cat used to love that tree
My friend helped me down from the tree
my friend also undid my tie
thousands of breaths all at once
no nobody likes that tree
I nearly died, the tree did.
The tree didn't do anything
but it got chopped down anyway
an eighty three kilogram burden within one high branch
poem by Geof Lusins
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Your Determination
We've come to a dead end.
And to retreat now,
Would be our own declaration...
Of being self defeating.
'That's odd.
What prompted you to acknowledge it?
Was it the steel encased cemented and brick wall.
With the razor barbed wire adorning the top of it...
To lead you to this obviousness?
Or...
Was it the yelling of those you passed along the way,
You were convinced were dissidents and nonconformists...
Shouting to turn back.
And go another way?
But you found them not to be impressively dressed.
Plus none of them seemed civilized enough,
For anyone to listen to what they had to say...
To influence your stubbornness?
But this can be said about your determination...
You no longer have to concern yourself,
About those warning you...
Having a conflict of interest.
You have helped them to prove you wrong.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The best doctor prevents illness, an average doctor visits when the illness is imminent, and the unskilled doctor treats your present illness.
Shoulders Support The World
There comes a time when we no longer say: my God.
A time of absolute purity.
A time when we no longer say: my love.
Because love proved useless.
And eyes don’t cry.
And hands only weave in rough work.
And the heart is dry.
Women knock at the door in vain, don’t open it.
You stay alone, the light goes out,
and in the dark your eyes glow enormous.
-Carlos Drummond De Andrade
translated from the Portuguese by Len Sousa
You’re convinced, you no longer know suffering.
And you expect nothing from friends.
Old age matters little, what is old age?
Your shoulders support the world
and it weighs no more than a child’s hand.
The wars, famines, and talks in buildings
only prove that life goes on
and not all have freed themselves yet.
Some, finding the spectacle barbarous,
prefer (the delicates) to die.
There comes a time when there’s no point in dying.
There comes a time when life is an order.
Merely life, without perplexity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cure For Me
I acquire the cure for my ills,
The solution is final for my illness.
It is death that resides in the middle of life,
I ignore when I am like a fortunate man.
The illness will be cured due to beasts,
They enter the planet through the vacuum.
The illness is again discontinued.
My Satan is conquered for all those watching
So that ill men who see can nevertheless find
The very soul to be complete.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Distant History
This fascination
where did it come from?
what does it mean
when your fascinated by things?
but you know, you'll never see
i overheard this conversation
as it started to belong to me
your convinced that where your born is where your from
no, your convinced that where your born is not where your from
its only where your
waiting to see it through
and not understanding why i had to
be reminded that i'll tell you when i
waiting for longer than i had to
or could you just tell me now
couldnt you tell me, now?
even more money spent
nothing left to go round
even more money spent
nothing left to go round
all these descriptions
where did they come from?
do they describe what you mean
perfectly?
and how can i explain to you
how i know that
its a natual order of the things that i believe
your convinced that where your born is where your from
no, your convinced that where your born is not where your from
its only where your
waiting to see it through
not understanding why i had to
be reminded that i'll tell you when i
waiting for longer than i had to
or could you just tell me now?
couldnt you tell me, now?
even more money spent
nothing left to go round
even more money spent
nothing left to go round
nothing left to go round
nothing left to go round
nothing left to go round
la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la
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Burden
Burden, bed, dud, den, run, rude, burn, red, due;
And like the time machine of your life!
But, it is also like soldier-crabs on the way to the sea;
Because you failed to marry me! !
Love and peace,
And for every 17 years!
But, who can stand this burden of your life? ! !
For the big animals live longer than the small animals,
And like the muse of your love in the land of joy.
Burden, rend, end, dub, bud, rub, ruin, rein, bur;
And like your sweet love in the rain!
But you failed to marry me,
And the soldeir-crabs came along to expose your muse to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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