The Donor (Love Poem)
Before was cool, after was a relief,
The “gift” delivered intact,
Is four hour operation normal?
Pain, pleasure and purpose,
Concern that the 10% rejection
Will be my kidney – only one to spare,
So far so good, after four weeks,
Thinking that my surgeon has a frown
At being called a butcher.
poem by Ian Beckett
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I’m Proud Of Having A NORMAL Delivery
Child birth,
Which one is healthier;
And happier?
Is it natural delivery
or Ceasarian delivery?
One is (self) delivered,
another is (surgeon's help) to be delivered;
One is delivery by individual and self,
Another is a procedure carried out by surgeon
through Caesarian section;
A mother once said, I heard,
This is my child
I delivered this child;
I felt the pain,
enjoyed the pain,
with trembling of my thighs;
I am proud of having a NORMAL delivery,
It is a pleasant experience for everybody.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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The Purpose Of Life
we are humans nothing less
no one is perfect everyone makes mistake
we hurt each other, we hates each other
that's the purpose of life
when we end up lonely it's normal to treats others in a bad situation
when we have no one to run to or to speaks with it's normal to be used
that's the purpose of life
how would the world works without struggling?
life is not fair it is just a pain so understand that
life is all about taking risks so understand the task
the purpose of life
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Twenty million more have Chronic Kidney Disease, where patients experience a gradual deterioration of kidney function, the end result of which is kidney failure.
quote by Xavier Becerra
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Masochistic Wishes
There is a need for some,
To get their pleasure felt and delivered...
Whipped and beatened.
And treated sadistically.
By those wanting nothing more,
Than to give those requesting...
For them what is adored.
Punishment?
No.
Not when it is condoned like this.
It's that masochistic thing!
When one has a list of preferred afflictions.
Effective grief received and delivered...
Is a comfort to many fitting this category.
With a desire to feel pain,
One misses and begs to get.
Masochistic wishes as if a Christmas gift.
Wanting every bit of this sadisticness.
One can not resist.
Masochistic wishes promised and a bliss this is.
There is a need for some,
To get their pleasure felt and delivered...
Whipped and beatened.
And treated sadistically.
Masochistic wishes,
One misses and begs to get.
Punishment?
No.
Not when it is condoned like this.
Whipped and beatened into bliss like this.
Masochistic wishes,
One misses and begs to get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain is the pleasure
The pursuit of pain to get a reward
Or the pursuit of pain to seek a relief
Gives you pleasure regardless of results
Pain thus constitutes your most of pleasure.
04.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Locked Inside Her Pain
Living day to day in severe pain,
overwhelming is her pain today,
can't walk too good, for her legs hurt so.
Kind and gentle she is, through all of her pain,
even on her worst days, she always has a smile
and a kind word for those who may pass by her way.
Day after day I watch her in pain
and pray there was something I could do.
Intensely wanting to just be able to take all her pain away,
nothing I can do to help her with it.
Sweet and loving she is, her pain is sometimes unbearable.
Intense pain is what she lives with everyday.
Doctors won't give her anything for fear she may be allergic.
Each and everyday her pain becomes worse.
Hating myself because there is nothing I can do to help her,
hoping that someday they will find a cure for Fibromyalgia and tendontis,
realizing that she may never ever be pain free.
Patiently, she tries to do the things she used to do
but, once again her pain stops her from doing them.
Inside her pain she cries, for relief of her pain or maybe a cure
never getting the relief she so deserves, or wants.
Dear Lord, please take my mom's pain away,
so she will no longer be locked inside her pain
and give her the life she used to know back,
so that she can live her life a normal person without pain,
and God, please be with her every day and night
and keep her safe and warm.
poem by Melissia Ann Senter
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Concern for passion
How high the Mount Everest is
Or how deep the Pacific is,
Is not my concern right now.
How much for me she cares
And how deep for me her love is,
Is my immediate concern.
How warm the sun is,
Or how cool the moon is,
Is not my anguish.
How warm her heart is,
And how cool her look is,
Is my desperate wish.
Concern for passion
Is corporal urge
That occupies foremost.
02.12.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I was told to avoid the business all together because of the rejection. People would say to me, 'Don't you want to have a normal job and a normal family?' I guess that would be good advice for some people, but I wanted to act.
quote by Jennifer Aniston
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Cool Relief
You are my lovely dedicated wife
A cool relief in this hot hell of miseries.
You are my noble friend
A cool relief in this hot hell of miseries.
You are my obedient son
A cool relief in this hot hell of miseries.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The highest purpose is to have no purpose at all. This puts one in accord with nature, in her manner of operation.
Operation: Mindcrime
It just takes a minute
And youll feel no pain
Gotta make something of your life boy
Give me one more vein
Youve come to see the doctor
Cause Ill show you the cure
Im gonna take away the questions
Yeah Im gonna make you sure
A hit man for the order
When you couldnt go to school
Had a skin job for a hair-do
Yeah you looked pretty cool
Had a habit doing mainline
Watch the dragon burn
No regrets, youve got no goals
Nothing more to learn
Now I know you wont refuse
Because weve got so much to do
And youve got nothing more to lose
So take this number and welcome to
Operation : mindcrime
Were an underground revolution
Working overtime
Operation : mindcrime
Theres a job for you in
The system boy, with nothing to sign
Hey nikki you know everything
That there is to do
Heres a gun take it home
Wait by the phone
Well send someone over
To bring you what you need
Youre a one man death machine
Make this city bleed
Now I know you wont refuse
Because weve got so much to do
And youve got nothing more to lose
So take this number and welcome to
Operation : mindcrime
Were an underground revolution
Working overtime
Operation : mindcrime
Theres a job for you in
The system boy, with nothing to sign
Operation : mindcrime
Were an underground revolution
Working overtime
Operation : mindcrime
If you come to see the doctor
Yeah hell give you the cure
Operation : mindcrime
Make something of your life boy
Let me into your mind
Operation : mindcrime
Theres a job for you in the system boy
With nothing to sign
song performed by by Queensryche
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What A Pleasure It Is
WHAT A PLEASURE IT IS
What a pleasure it is,
To walk without pain-
To not have to watch every step-
To not feel suddenly a stabbing ache
When one puts one foot on the ground-
What a pleasure
Not to have to think of my knees my tendons
And to walk and just walk,
And to see whatever I see before me-
What a pleasure just to be alright
And to appreciate in old age
A gift one took for granted in one's youth.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Power Beyond What Is Normal (2 Cor.4: ; 7) ...
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Humans Can Hardly Explain
But The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Can Pull You Out of Pain
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Can Really Make A Change
It Can Lift You From The Dumps
Up Into Sun Rays!
It Can Take An Aching Heart
In The Deep Of The Night
Heal It ‘Til It Glows
Like Candlelight
Whether Its Your Lowest Moments
Or The Coldest, Lonely Hours
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Is A High Power!
It Is The Powers That Be
It Is The Power That Is
It Beats All Other Powers
… and It’s HIS!
It Is The Power For The Better
It Is The Power That Lasts Forever
To Really Turn It On
Just Pull Love – Lever
Call On It In A Hurry
In An Emergency
When It Comes To You
You Will Finally See
It Is The Power Of Holy Spirit
And It’s Awesome To Be Near It
But When It Fills Your Soul
… Boy, It’s Joy Is Bold!
It’s Like An Apple Covered In Carmel (1 Pet.2: 3)
I Can’t Resist The Power Beyond Normal
It’s The Sweetest Power Treat (Ps.19: 7-10)
I’ll Ever Eat …
It’s The Strongest Power Trip, I’ll Take
While I’m Awake …
It’s Not A Gimmick Fake
It Feels So Great!
To Those Who Don’t Know
I Know This May Sound Strange
But Those Who Do Know of It
… Know Its Range …
It’s Infinite – Limitless
In Euphoric Release
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Brings You Peace …
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
May Be A Mystery
But It’s A Gift From GOD
… That’s Right, It’s Free!
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Humans Can Hardly Explain
But The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Can Break All Chains …
Written & ©: 10/4/10
By: MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Pain shifts at birth.
A mother’s delivery ends with pain.
A child’s birth begins with pain.
Her cry is over when she delivered.
Its cry begins when it is delivered.
Pain is not a pain
When it brings joy.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pain and pleasure
To avoid the pain,
Some forgo pleasure.
To embrace pleasure,
Some undergo the pain.
Eyes on pain,
Pleasure is not the pleasure.
Eyes on pleasure.
Pain is not the pain.
12.02.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Curious Delivery Indeed
Average duration of
Human pregnancy is 273 days
We heard of a delivery
Just a day's back
And delivery took place
After 255 days
Though seemingly premature
It was not at all
But a perfect delivery
As expected
All safe and fine
Normally a child has one mother only
But a lot of mothers delivered this
And it was delivered not at home,
Hospital, operation theatre,
Why it was not delivered on earth
It was delivered at a place
Which can be reached
Only after 255 days of travel
And at times speeding at
Twenty thousand kilometers per hour
No doctor, nurse why for that matter
No one attended the delivery
All were remotely controlled
Yet the delivery was safe
The child landed smooth
Descending gently
On the land
And believe the child is already
On the move
Taking photographs
Collecting samples
Doing anything which its mothers
Ask it to do remotely controlling
Its each movement
Let us congratulate the mothers
Who conceived the child
And let us complement them
For safely delivering it
Let us wish they conceive similar children
And deliver them at farther destinations
Let us pray that the child
Named curiosity
Stay there healthily and longer
And keep performing assigned tasks
On the surface of mars, the planet
Curious delivery indeed
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Live until your dead
The ties that bind unwinding
The future needs reminding
That differences will always be
Yet pleasure and pain are the same to me
So broken on the inside, maybe the pain is what i need
Cutting on the outside, just to make sure i still bleed
With that pain comes the pleasure, that i am still alive
With that pleasure comes the pain, that my mind now needs to thrive
You live what you learn, someone very smart once said
So find some pleasure in your pain, and live until your dead.
poem by Mistaken Identity Suicidal Tendancy
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Last Pain
How much more pain can this fragile soul bear?
Hostility-Repugnance---Antipathy--
Every time, everywhere rejection, despair, depression and my chains of pain lingering always
Forced with drawls, misunderstandings, dejection
No love, concern, sympathy
Formal kindness, helping, hospitality
Life runs into a cold death and wasteland----
Lifeless, warmth less, frozen still slumber.
poem by Green Peace
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Normal
Pain is in proportion to livingness.
The more alive you are,
the more it hurts
to live.
This is normal.
The young hurt most
but mend quickest.
New flesh heals
where old flesh withers.
Young mind feels
pain piercing and deep;
often so deep that of itself it heals;
a child that cries itself to sleep,
cries and forgets in eternal singing.
This too is normal.
Until clinging
enters the heart,
laying up the treasure
of its tears
to be disinterred in later years,
repented at unwanted leisure.
And this is normal.
The prophet said:
“I will give you life more abundant.”
His shadow added:
“And more abundant pain to go with it.”
Quite normal.
Amidst so much normality
the pain is what shines through,
making a mere formality
of what you think you want to do.
Grasping out and feeling pain.
Letting go and letting heal again.
See where the yellow banner is unfurled:
“All is for the Norm
in this most normal of all possible worlds.”
poem by Brian Taylor
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Your own style
You need not have forced smile
You should have your own style
There should be happiness on face
Try not to show any kind of weariness
Not everybody can offer pleasure with joy
No one may offer willingness to enjoy
You will have to create the happy scene
It will be readily felt and visibly seen
You should always smile
Must think of pleasure for a while
You think about some one who is around
You may like it and may nicely sound
Even if you happen to be sad
Do not try appear you are bad
Even if there is some worry
Try to smile without feeling sorry
You never express concern or show displeasure
Try to look normal with composure even if not sure
It cost you nothing but may reward you in time to come
You will be appreciated for gesture with warm welcome
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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