I fancied I had some constancy of mind because I could bear my own sufferings, but found through the sufferings of others I could be weakened like a child.
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Sonnet: Sufferings- the Key to Life
Through sufferings, we are born to lead this life;
Through sufferings, we are even baptized;
Through sufferings, we all must meet our strife;
Through sufferings, we’re even magnetized.
Through sufferings, sometimes we have our joy!
Through sufferings, we earn our livelihood;
Through sufferings, we grew to man from boy;
And sufferings’ our teacher from childhood!
Through sufferings, we learn in life good things;
Through sufferings, we learn to live well, pray!
Through sufferings, big truths, this world us brings;
By sufferings, we fight ‘gainst Tempter’s ways.
Yet, sufferings- a blessing God us gave,
To keep the road to Heaven, well behave!
poem by John Celes
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We mortals with immortal minds are only born for sufferings and joys, and one could almost say that the most excellent receive joy through sufferings.
quote by Ludwig van Beethoven
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I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust.
quote by Siegfried Sassoon
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Face rather than avoid
The more you try to avoid sufferings
The more you will suffer from trivial things,
Which will occupy that place to torture you,
With the quota of suffering yet to come.
Instead, face the sufferings and finish it.
17.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet-Let Me Walk In Heaven's Road
Let sorrows and temptations come galore;
I'll be a victor in the end, I know;
Give me the grace to bear them God, some more;
Thou art the ev’r-green tree; And I, a bough!
When despair hits me hard like fierce a wind;
Let me swing up and down but never break;
0 bring my ha1ycyon days sooner and end,
My sufferings, O God; me stronger make.
When no more sufferings I can more take,
Give me more tolerance, rejuvenate;
O let me God do all this for Thy sake;
I don't believe in something all call Fate.
And when I must be gone from earth one day,
0 let me walk and run in Heaven's way!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Great things are born of sufferings
The Bee that stings, alights on each flower,
more gently than the kiss of a lover!
And though it sucks the nectar hungrily,
The flower gives it away, lovingly!
Twisting and turning through the birth-canal,
The baby comes out head first, crying loud;
When mother's sufferings become banal,
It turns into a sigh of relief, proud!
Great things are born out of much sufferings;
And this is true of Poetry that lasts;
In sufferings, the spirit becomes king,
With armour of grace/divineness, God casts.
Effortless man remains in laziness;
After pain comes relief, thats happiness.
poem by John Celes
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Remember the sufferings of Christ, the storms that were weathered... the crown that came from those sufferings which gave new radiance to the faith... All saints give testimony to the truth that without real effort, no one ever wins the crown.
quote by Thomas Becket
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Sonnet: Let Sufferings Come, So What!
My suff’rings isn’t big compared to others;
Each one’s sufferings appear too much to him!
How suffered my freedom-fighter brothers!
We tend to think that each one’s life is grim.
How pioneers suffer in walks of life!
How prisoners suffer in lone cellars!
How leaders strive to ward off unique strife!
How people suffer when come down pillars!
Suffered have many, much more than any;
How suffered Christ for man’s sins on the cross!
Sufferings in life will visit so many;
A man who suffers is now his own boss!
Sufferings are nothing when God is beside;
In suff’ring souls on earth, God will reside.
poem by John Celes
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A poet is an unhappy being whose heart it torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say. "May new sufferings torment your soul."
quote by Kierkegaard
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Not Afraid
I'm not afraid to die
All these sufferings;
plagues, diseases
are killing me inside
But I'm not afraid
.
And so, death, being
The harvest of man
For sins of a thousand years
And all these sufferings,
Not enough to atone
For my sins?
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the sufferer. Terror is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the secret cause.
James Joyce in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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The empathy
To give alms is compassion.
To feel for one’s sufferings is sympathy.
To share one’s sufferings is empathy.
What you do to parents is compassion,
What you do to siblings is sympathy.
Your doings to offspring is empathy.
Shows empathy to others to be great.
11.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Common To Find
Rotten food
Rotten ideas
Bad actions
Worst sufferings
Polluted environment
Serious diseases
Countless deaths
Worst crimes
Great sufferings
Floods and food shortages
Earth quakes and volcano eruptions
In search of another planets
Wars and skirmishes
Terrorists and killings
Nature and mankind
Is there anything common to find?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Dearest Foe! ! !
Sometimes
that is
really pleasant
to wander
in the barren deserts
of feelings
and imagination,
but not of course
with everyone;
My dearest foe!
it's only you
for whom i bother
to bear the sufferings
of such a journey...
that's very nice
at every moment
to think of you...
poem by Shahzia Batool
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For Kemberly
Her body, already rotting, was found dumped, along with seven other guerrillas, deep in the forest of Concepcion, days after the Dec.15 encounter. (Inquirer, April 8,2010)
at first they were surprised about the changes.
there were no more cocktails
parties are shunned
and you stopped reaping honors
for yourself in the state university
in a wink of an eye you were gone.
where?
you assumed new names.
you've been living with the poor peasants
in nameless places.
you are Adriane, Ms. Nurse,
or God knows who
they know later through the papers.
i am shocked too about your untimely death
your rotten body
beside the new people's army guerrillas
deep in the forest of the mountain in Bukidnon
beauty and brain and idealism all
gone.
at the end of all these
sufferings
on the temple of giving all that you have
what they give you is a poem
the one that does not make any dead man rise
the one that never heals
the sufferings of those
who love you more than them
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Carried On My Back To Master
If tears from my eyes,
Are seen to drip...
As if from a faulty faucet,
Needing to be fixed.
I have just observed and visited,
The sufferings endured...
By my sisters and brothers.
Enduring hunger and homelessness...
In once thriving neighborhoods.
If my tongue seems to be tensed,
And incensed with laments.
I have just observed and visited,
The sufferings endured...
By my sisters and brothers.
Enduring hunger and homelessness...
In once thriving neighborhoods.
If my comments should offend,
Anyone listening...
With pretensions they defend.
I have just observed and visited,
The sufferings endured...
By my sisters and brothers.
Enduring hunger and homelessness...
In once thriving neighborhoods.
And I do the best I can...
To continue my journey,
With a focus at my command.
Trying to comprehend and understand...
Why my tears,
Falling in a silence no one hears...
Can not nourish or flourish those lives I pass,
As I grasp these visions appearing...
On my path.
Knowing my own burdens and tasks,
Are carried on my back to master!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Saints and Martyrs
Our sufferings are not greater than those
Martyrs, prophets, apostles, saints, who died,
A death of persecution for Christ's sake;
Upon their blood-shed sprung the Catholic Church!
Lives of all these holy persons reveal
The Holy Spirit dwelt within their flesh,
Emboldening their spirits to the core,
So that their faith remained until last breath!
Let Christians offer their sufferings to Christ,
Who took upon Himself all mankind's sins
And died upon the cross redeeming man,
And opened heaven to penitent souls!
How wonderful to bear witness to Christ!
Lord remembers all those who died for Him;
He promised eternity for those souls,
Who lived for Christ's sake all through their lives!
God's glory shines through exemplary lives,
Who lost their lives for sake of faith and Christ;
They will be closest to God in heaven,
Remaining so unto eternity!
poem by John Celes
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The Need And The Greed
Need is a desire; greed is a desire.
Desires denied, sufferings surface.
Need is met at ease but not the greed
Which is boundless with sufferings profound.
Need and greed aren’t in water tight cells.
Need might restrict to physical wants.
Greed is for ego’s gratification.
Possessiveness is the sign of the greed.
To earn by wrongful means is from greed.
To exploit and hoard is an act of greed.
To garner and flaunt all you have is greed.
Greedless, though penny-less, you’re loveable.
To sedate the pride is to tame the greed.
To kindle the pride is to fuel the greed.
Having got money, power and possession,
As the result of greed, you will lose peace.
Remove the greed; jealousy is gone.
Remove the greed; no feeling of revenge.
Hail the poor and condemn the greedy.
Then the tendency to grow rich will wane.
Live simple; live humble; then need is less.
Be proud to own a bicycle, not a car.
Value one who owns a bicycle, not a car.
You will have saved energy and the nature.
Don’t embrace comforts, which will weaken you.
Don’t enthuse with ego, which will make loss big.
Unlike the cheat, being poor is not a shame.
Less wants; less sufferings, more happiness.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Our Black Bird!
who's singing in the worst hours?
for remember our guilts and sufferings
singin his lament for all of us
in your observation tree
if you are not there, he is there
seek us by our eyes
And deeply found us
with your dark feather
with your nightly hug.
poem by Mirna Morgan
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The love and the child
Love that we land in
Brings us more trouble,
More sorrow and more pain,
Like the child born to us.
The trouble, sorrow and pain
That love and child breed
Would give us comforts, joy and pleasure.
The sufferings are worth embracing.
24.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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