The generality have considered that disease is but a confused and disordered effort in Nature, thrown down from her proper state, and defending herself in vain.
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My Poems Have Become Disordered
MY POEMS HAVE BECOME DISORDERED
My poems have become disordered-
They have lost their logic-
I do not know how to control them-
They break off in the middle
and go on in differerent directions
and cannot be brought back together
into a proper ending-
My poems have become disordered
as my mind
as my life
as all I do these days-
perhaps one day I tell myself
it will all be together again-
But for now
I go one way
my poems go another
and something in me
goes somewhere else
neither I nor my poetry know-
So that we are now perhaps
at the end of a poem
which not long ago
quietly and sadly
was only just begun.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Confused
I am confused with love and fear.
I am confused with the taste of my tear.
I am confused of where I'll go.
I am confused of what I'll know.
I am confused of whos my family.
I am confused of what makes me happy.
I am confused by what I do.
I am confused of what's true.
I am confused by your touch.
I am confused oh so much.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Once a disease has entered the body, all parts which are healthy must fight it: not one alone, but all. Because a disease might mean their common death. Nature knows this; and Nature attacks the disease with whatever help she can muster.
quote by Paracelsus
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Modern Medicines Aid Natures Immune Systems
“alternative medicine
in natural resources
blossoms barks leaves
betray a vibrancy
infused life force
invisible to naked
sterile microscope
blind western eyes
yet Hippocrates spoke of
‘vis medicatrix naturace’
in antique 400 B.C.”
guiding principles
of Hippocratic medicine
organisms contain
healing powers of nature
Hippocrates believed
that an organism
is not passive immune
to injuries or disease
an organism rebalances
itself to counteract
attack injuries diseases
any state of illness
is not a malady but
an effort of our bodies
to overcome disturbed
state of equilibrium
this capacity of organisms
to correct imbalances
distinguishes organisms
from non-living matter
from this follows
the medical approach
“nature is the best physician”
“nature is the healer of disease”
amazingly all top
pharmaceutical
companies agree
all exceptional
medicines healing balms
contain specific natural
ingredients researched
scientifically proven to be
miraculous curses
when administered
effectively treatments
curing ill organisms
synthetic medicines
lab designs lack enhanced
impact cure powers
nature heals best rebalances
God still retains impeccable title
big bang creator extraordinaire
God universal supreme scientist
quantum physicist par excellent
poem by Terence George Craddock
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It's A Disease
Prejudice is a disease.
Unlike deadly viruses;
West Nile and S.A.R.S
Prejudice does not harm you.
Prejudice is an alcohol,
that brain-washes you.
Makes you think some people
deserve less than you
because they are different.
Just because their skin colour is different
Or because they dress differently.
Maybe because of their differences in religion
or because of their difference in sexuality.
The truth is,
Prejudice may not be able to harm you,
But it is the deadliest disease that ever entered our planet.
It is this disease that gets people murdered,
and then some thrown in jail.
It is this disease that starts gangs against people who are different.
And it is this disease that has our world in a problem today.
So whatever you do,
Never let this disease into your body
or else you life will be gone-forever.
In a disordered mind, as in a disordered body, soundness of health is impossible.
quote by Marcus Tullius Cicero
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Our nature
Nature dances to no ones rhythm except her own
She sits proud and arrogant on her thrown
She is inconstant, up one day and down the next bout
Like an ocean tide going in and out
Nature is born of the universe
Or is it that she is one with the universe
Nature is inconquerable
Nature is invincible
Nature is beautiful
With an abundance of mysteries, she is bountiful
Nature is original law
When there was no man, she was there before
Nature bore us
Nature is us
poem by Mthoko Mpofana
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Even before string theory, especially as physics developed in the 20th century, it turned out that the equations that really work in describing nature with the most generality and the greatest simplicity are very elegant and subtle.
quote by Edward Witten
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If we cling to the institution of Islam, then we tend to defend it against whatever we see as a danger to it, so because of this we see now that many people are defending states, defending territories, defending everything institutional in the belief that they defend Islam.
quote by Abdurrahman Wahid
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Mother Nature Has Already Taken Those Steps
Before a manmade disease,
Can be treated and cured.
Many will agree,
The disease has to be located,
And isolated.
For a degree of success to occur.
And then again,
Naturally...
Mother Nature has already taken those steps,
To affect that process...
Upon those who leech,
With lessons yet to learn.
And from Mother Nature,
An outreaching will be taught!
With no mistaking,
To whom She has come to teach.
Undoing what has to Her disturbed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Reproof
In view of your manner
of spending your days
I hope you may learn,
before ending them,
that the effort you spend
on defending your ways
could be better spent
on amending them.
The World Is Not Worth Trusting
We’re born into this realm of sorrows just like that;
sorrows, sadness and pains exactly after birth.
Nature cheats on us, we not on Nature.
We envision, we seek, we tend to have,
but have not;
we strive, we labour hard just in vain,
but Nature has multipli’d our sorrows.
Some born great gladd’n,
for Nature has made ‘em so;
oth’rs, suff’ring they all reap,
not that they’re lazy but Nature make’ so.
Some rich suppress;
some broth’rs help not broth’rs
and the world becomes and comes in vain.
poem by Eche Ononukwe
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It was considered oh, not proper for children to go to the movies.
quote by Kitty Carlisle
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The House
From knitted brows
Looks - my house,
As day of youth
Is greeting me.
As youth itself:
'Hello! It's me! '
Well-known forehead
Under the coat
Of ivy spread,
Confused by weight.
Was not in vain
The wade through mud
To this, it's plain,
Suggested hut.
The house
Like museum - old,
It's attic front -
Like Apollon
From ancient myth.
It'll shade me all
From noisy street,
So merged in poetry
Behind a tree.
It's eyes like panes,
So green and dim.
They looked for ages
At orchard bleak.
The glasses could
Prevent the guest
By their mood
To hold a test.
They ain't reflect
The world aside:
The mirrors best -
To look inside.
From knitted brows
Looks - my youth,
The nature - gown,
Nature sooth,
The nature - beads,
The nature - eyes
The nature - cries
Between the heaps
Of house walls,
The remnant blinks
Of junior soul
On linden leaves...
poem by Marina Tsvetaeva (06 September 1931), translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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On occasion we need to make a second effort - and a third effort, and a fourth effort, and as many degrees of effort as may be required to accomplish what we strive to achieve.
quote by Thomas S. Monson
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The Morning Will Be Gone Soon
THE MORNING WILL BE GONE SOON
The morning will be gone soon
With little done
And certainly what I should have done
Not done.
Life will be gone soon
And so much left behind
Unfinished disordered
Years of effort
Years of waste.
But who am I?
And why does it matter?
One more among the billions
Who has been here
And will not be here
Ever again.
The days are passing
The years have passed
My life is almost done
And what have I done?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What To Do When You're Confused
What to do, what to do, what to do
When you're confused
You could
Choose to stay
In this new found state
Of confusion
Marinate in it..so to speak
But
That may leave you
With unanswered questions
You could write in your journal
Pour over all the possibilities
The various solutions to your confusion
You could talk to someone who doesn't know you well
Because you'd want some impartial input
Which could leave you even more confused
Because they can only help you according to
Their understanding
Of your situation
You could google some answers
Turns out..
You can't find the answers to
EVERYTHING
On google
Some situations
Still require old methods for resolution
You could talk to a good friend
They may not have all the answers
But
They'd probably be willing to listen
Provide you with some feedback
That's what friends are for...
You could speak with the person
If it is a person indeed
Who has left you
In this state of confusion
I mean
At some point
Isn't the direct approach
Really
The Only approach
So,
You take a deep breath
You tell yourself 'here I go'
I'm going to get my answers
And, then
I'll know
I won't be confused
At least not by this confusion
What to do, what to do, what to do
I've given you some options
But, I can't tell you
What, for sure, you should definitely do
I can make a suggestion..
But, again it's up to you
You should listen to your inner voice,
Do what THAT tells you
I can say this
It's probably not as bad as you imagine
And, who knows,
It's a possibility
That
After all this stressing
You end up pleasantly surprised.
But we know for sure
You'll have all your answers
And, you, my friend
Will no longer be confused.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Keep It Proper
Keep it proper!
You never know on you who might peep.
When you do a thing discreet.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Especially when you're seen in the streets.
You never know on you who might peep.
Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.
Controversy lovers love it,
More obscene.
People feed sensations that wound and bleed.
With a caring less of who's affected by misdeeds
Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best that you keep it proper,
That business to express on the streets.
You never know,
On you
Who might peep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Paid Enough For It
You are so next to the exit.
So close to an open door,
I want to push you out.
Would that be domestic abuse?
Or would that be considered,
Defending myself...
From someone rarely here,
To accept any invitation...
To appear inside my house.
And you want to know what you did?
You do nothing!
Absolutely nothing.
But graze like a cow.
Feeding me a bunch of bull.
And that's all you do!
And all I want is to be treated like one.
Give me some!
I've paid enough for it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disease Of Conceit
Theres a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people struggling tonight with the disease of conceit
Comes right down the highway, straight down the line
Rips into your senses, through your body and your mind
Nothing about it thats sweet
The disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Steps into your room, eats into your soul
Over your senses you have no control
Aint nothing too discreet
About the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceit
Comes right outta nowhere and youre down for the count
From the outside world the pressure will mount
Turn you into a piece of meat
The disease of conceit
Conceit is a disease but the doctors got no cure
They done a lot of research on it but what it is theyre still not sure
Theres a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people seein double tonight from the disease of conceit
If your delusions of grandeur and an evil eye
Give you the idea that youre too good to die
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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