Brief History of Man
For ages the undeveloped
ape-man walked alone
stumbling over himself
in darkness
there was no joy
no laughter nor sense of humor
no smiles but in the
pain and suffering
of others
then we arrived
the loving beings of the light
we looked down upon
yet with compassion
sympathy for our fellow being
thus began the great epic tale
of evolution
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Compassion In Poetry
Poetry of the truly great poets
I so admire so often addresses,
high ideals and noble concepts
of our shared common humanity,
therefore great poetry should
respect and affirm true freedom,
and compassion for our fellow
human beings in every land,
on every continent in God’s
creation. The great poets all
address concerns of their age,
the tensions spirit of their age.
Love for their suffering fellow man
‘regardless of race greed or colour’
expressed in a spectrum of compassion.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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All my days had no colour and looked very grey
All my days had no colour and looked very grey
and I wished that my depression would go away.
Nothing excited me as I went through the motions.
No feeling of joy only such sad emotions.
Nothing could lift my soul from its awful despair
there was just the darkness and gloom everywhere.
I was lost in the depths of my sorrow and pain
and I wondered if I would know laughter again.
Though the road looked so long and so dark to me
and such fear and despair was all that I could see.
But I always knew that You would walk with me there
that I would not be bereft of Your loving care.
Then the great day came when colours appeared once more
Your light came shining through my hearts half open door.
And then my depression started to go away
as I began to live and enjoy each new day.
Oh the joy of being able to laugh and sing
Oh the difference that only Jesus can bring.
Now glorious colour radiates each day
As I walk and talk with Jesus along the way.
Hear My Prayer!
Pain, I have never felt
nor I knew of such pain
I poured compassion and sympathy
with the bottle of medicine
do I know how much,
the suffering in depth of you
it was an occasion, not planned
but the sickened face needed
the words of mine to cure
I do pray two times a day
asking the god to end
your painful life,
to comfort you with less suffering
to bring you miracle
to bring you cure, the wall
of sympathy stops me from
feeling for you, here I stand
far away from you
trying to comfort you with silence
words that won't reach you
keep on smiling, that will bring
some hope for the ones like
you to share....
Mirroring
I looked through the mirrors
And saw my reflection
What I saw was darkness and suffering
It could chase any bright life away.
I looked through the mirror of death
And saw myself burning in hell
Screaming out in sweet torment
Enjoying this immortal condemn.
I looked through the mirror of hate
And saw myself taunting my enemies
I enjoyed my foes pain and smile in shame.
I looked through the mirror of happiness
And saw myself in love; Laughter filled my face with these
With these wrongful feelings.
I looked through the mirror of envy
And saw myself resentencing my friends
Cracking their hearts open with my words.
I looked through the mirror of fears
And saw myself hiding under a hollow tree,
Not even He could shelter me.
I looked through mirror of sorrow
And saw myself buried in pain,
Having a knife at my wrist,
Ready to end this game
poem by C.F Francis
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Ambitious Grasp of Finite Fingertips
I try to clear my mind
but I cant help but worry
so many self same souls
all identical to my own
all are bleeding
all in need of
a higher humanity
and what offerings
of higher value
have I?
save words and gestures
of sympathy
sympathy stemmed
form the same shared sadness
how lonely the spirit
of the earth must be
material mindset
but a gravitational boundary
no sense in living and loving
with limiting notions
marginalized by possession
separation fear and death
so strip my life down to the very
bare bones of beauty
leave me nothing of my own
to pocket save life's
all enduring laughter
may I find life's true treasures
hidden in those empty
open handed offers
silences light reassurance
friendships humble fortune
a smiles simple pleasure
to touch upon
the passive strength
powering all being
to channel ceaseless
charity and compassion
mystic gleam unseen
resting within beyond
all material
non material things
immanent is untouched by
ambitious grasp of language's
finite fingertips
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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God's Sense of Humor
God has a sense of humor and
If you have time I have a tale.
In military basic training land
The youngsters - not always young -
Always come to chapel..
It is the only place where they are free
Loosed temporarily from the fetters of their captivity.
Basic is a place of pressure and of pain
Access to the military a goal to be gained.
The process lasts about twelve weeks
Twelve being the number choosen by our greatest teacher.
One Christmas eve with help from wife
Her intent being to help ease my preaching strife
A great sermon was spoken to the uniformed throng
Their attentiveness told me absolutely nothing was wrong.
A great sermon preached to a sea of faces
A little less pain in one of God's strange places.
But the best was yet to be
For God's sense of humor held a gift for me
That in that night of greatest pastoral power
A goal of rich adolescent vision had come to flower.
poem by Bill Grace
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The Laughter
As a lightning amidst the clouds,
that lightens even the darkest night,
does the laughter sounding so loud,
to the surroundings so very bright.
The sonance of the laughter is,
something that can never surfeit.
give me more of laughter, oh god,
that makes me and place very sweet.
Oh mighty, too high in honor,
has given a tressure unconspicious.
I shall call that sense of humor,
and use it liberally though precious.
As does the water in many a field,
does the laughter a drug to all disease.
To numb the pain out, like a shield
and makes so fresh as an evening breeze.
Like a dropp to quench for the thirsty throat,
and a cool gentle breeze in the sun so hot
does laughter the magic in the sadness caught
mind and soul and heart in deepest thought.
The light of a candle shall not blow out,
by however intense be the darkness poured.
The laughter will heal, where it breaks out,
even the sadest heart that is deeply gored.
Adding fragrance to the petals of a flower
is to make a happy person laugh. But the true power
of laughter is to bring to the face a grin
of the one that feels sad and lower.
Laughter is one that gives a shoulder to hug
while a lot others turn their back and shrug
to the heart down, heavy, blue and tight
like the warmth of a log fire in a freezing night.
Want to find ways to god? laugh without any block
thats one way, towards you, shall people flock.
spreading laughter and smiles shall, in thine
soul, bring in a quality enormously divine.
poem by Vinod Vijayakumar
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When Someone Shows you the Path...
At dawn under the cool shade of the tree
Sitting and listening to his loving speech,
My eyes were brimming with tears.
I could sense he was aware and could hear,
The commotion silent cry in my heart.
Felt afraid I’ll break down and fall apart.
He looked directly with compassion at me,
Clueless, mere glance filled me with equanimity.
My intense pain was transformed into joy,
And my spirits were instantly buoyed.
Isn’t that’s how a mother‘s gentle caress
Reassures a baby crying in distress?
Joys and sorrows are like day and night-
Don’t suppress or deny or fight.
Suffering has its place as it develops compassion,
One learns to love with understanding and passion.
After listening to him talk, I can see
It somehow, had a profound affect on me….
Can acknowledgement of one's presence
touch you to the core of your essence?
30.10.08
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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My End Approaches
The time of my end approaches,
As I shall die and be right in the rising;
Rising in the fire, my darkness closes in,
No pain overtakes my feeling, as long is life.
Let me remain a part of being,
Let thirst be quenched when brown from soil.
A horrible stench is in the air
Of the grave that is fortunate.
I have never been encouraged to trust
Much in the sympathy of my fellow-men.
One’s reverence is some tenderness,
I long for life in darkness and then light.
Will darkness close over my eyes eventually?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Laughter and Compassion
Laughter and Compassion
Goes hand in hand
Are good medicine for the heart and mind
Not a direct problem solver but reduces stress
For I laughed at one's interpretation of POS
Of another's sarcasm
A cuddling party feels good
Laughter and Compassion
How I laughed and laughed
The laughter relaxed my body
The compassion rested my mind
Follows understanding
Without judgment
My shell broke free
Laughter and Compassion
To have compassion is to be human
During times of despair needed most
A hug
A kind act
Simple gestures
A smile
For a lack of compassion is a pity
Effects the emotional bearing environment
The pleasure of laughter
As without laughter, life is mundane
The human empathy of compassion
As without compassion, one is heartless
Catalysts for deeper problem
Are revelations
The American public highly overrates its sense of humor. We're great belly laughers and prat fallers, but we never really did have a real sense of humor. Not satire anyway. … When we realize finally that we aren't God's given children, we'll understand satire. Humor is really laughing off a hurt, grinning at misery.
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The Great Consolation
Jesus was moved to tears at the grave of Lazarus
He experience the agony the family felt
He remembered their loss
He was their great consolation
Into a dark tomb went the light
And looked with compassion upon his children
Their sorrows touched his heart
Jesus wept aloud and could have cried more
His human nature could not escape pain
Their pain he knew by the tears he was willing to share
And he gave to their troubled hearts the light of hope
He turns the darkness of death into a new dawn
Gave them strength to cope
And a more glorious light await
The sorrow of parting into the joy of heaven
They will meet again by the eternal gate
When the saints go marching in
poem by Gerry Legister
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Essence Of Sense Of Humor
It’s the rarest of the commodities
It’s a gift possessed by few
Yes I’m talking about sense of humor
It has an essence that’s absolutely new
People having this rarest quality
Can turn the things all upside down
Making a mockery of most serious cases
They would hardly let you frown
That’s the color it brings to life
That’s the essence of sense of humor
The energy it brings to others and self
Is way beyond all jokes and rumor
You can master the circumstances
You can nullify the negativity
You need not be a professional
It’s only a matter of creativity
It diffuses the negative energy
And infuses the positive
It gives us a new direction
To be a little more sensitive
All tears can turn to smiles
With a small pinch of humor
People will remember you forever
That’s the essence of sense of humor.
poem by Sumeet Mukherjee
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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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Tibetan Prayer
'om mani padme hung,
om mani padme hung...'
may all beings be freed from suffering.
may all beings breathe as one.
may all beings live in peace.
may all beings learn to give.
may all beings walk in unity.
may all beings walk in forgiveness.
may all beings lay down their weapons.
may all beings be fed and have shelter.
may all beings know they are loved.
may all beings join hands.
may all beings live in awareness.
may all beings be freed from suffering.
'om mani padme hung,
om mani padme hung...'
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The undeserving glory
Men loving animals
Love less fellow beings
Men loving customers
Love less their workers.
Men loving the society
Love less their family.
Men loving women
Have less concern for wives.
Are they glorifiable?
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fate and hate
Once upon a time
pain decide to leave the world
once upon a time
hate decided to fade away
once upon a time
horror decided to grow a sense of humor.
Life and pain walked apart
hate and love took their place
and fate laughed silently.
Can love quit loving hate? ?
Can hate quit hating love? ?
Intentions enslaved yet
feelings bounds more than the last forgot
unearthly prison.
poem by Asef Fakih
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Severe Sense of Humor
I had to walk across
all the sorrows fate had stored for life
I was shot down
by all the unprecedented and sudden strikes.
I stood for a while(and)
rued all the miscalculated mishaps
touched the certain parts of my canvas.
I walked away with a stern smile.
Almighty seems to have
a sense of humor
very practical, very majestic
yet somehow interestingly severe.
A severe sense of humor
a thought to savor
somehow seems almost
human behavior.
Yet divine is the word
magnified sense of divinity
gives us a less fogged view
belief is much better than scrutiny.
poem by Asef Fakih
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A Great Soul Embraces All Knowing No Enemies
A truly noble soul sees no caste or religion
a great soul sees loves fellow human beings
with love dreams hopes needs fear in their eyes
a great soul gives treats all people equally as
true brothers sisters belonging to one family
a great soul embraces all knowing no enemies
with compassion humility as common humanity.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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for JOJI on terminal cancer (revised)
i have no courage to see her.
But i imagine that she is bald,
and in pain, and always taking
those pain relievers.
I imagine that.
Who knows, i may be wrong.
Not all cancers are painful. Perhaps.
But most cancers are painful.
That bone, that marrow,
the pain that lingers even in the
middle in the night when everyone
would be soundly sleeping with
their loved ones.
I have seen those with brain cancers
how they hit their heads on
the cemented walls
to ease the pain
those bloated stomachs
afflicted with liver cancer.
Cancer is pain. And Joji must
be suffering it by now.
She must be bald
for her locks of hair
must have fallen to the pillow
part of that
chemotherapy side effects.
But i think i know Joji.
She is a strong woman
with a sense of humor
with laughter always on
her face
she has the will to be herself
despite the sickness
till death, perhaps,
i know that she will not change
i know that she will not
let the cancer defeat her
innate goodness
her confidence to herself
her faith in God
i know that she will always
be smiling
not minding the pain
and the uncertainties.
I know that she is not
afraid.
Upon saying all these
to comfort her
in her Face-book Account,
it is me
who fears most,
for after all,
i may not be able to live
what i am
saying to her.
God! Oh God!
Have mercy upon us all!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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