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Disasters and Deeds

Disasters excel when brilliant,
This fact is well-known and magnificent.
Deeds of the tragic command belief,
But is it not disbelief, any relief?
My accusations, they disgust me and you,
But relief is a grave question of who?
My battles are fought due to wars,
When and where are they indoors?
The disaster is supremely disturbing
To the soul and life, the very curbing!

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils

Theres too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirits on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that theyre listening
Well, youve got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think its essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Im very glad the spring has come
The sun shines out so bright
All the birds that are on the trees
Are singing for delight

song performed by by Morrissey
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There are two sighs of relief every night in the life of an opera manager. The first comes when the curtain goes up The second sigh of relief comes when the final curtain goes down without any disaster, and one realizes, gratefully, that the miracle has happened again.

quote by Rudolf Bing
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Relief

Relief flows over you
like an ocean breeze,
cool, refreshing with a lift.
It brushes away the strife
your life was clogged with
that dragged your soul down.

Relief lifts you up
from the depths
that have saddened your soul
making you feel whole again.
Ridding you of the feelings
that have slated your life.

Relief now lifts you
and gone is the emotional turmoil
that blighted your being.
Refreshed you feel
a new wellspring
in which your life can unfold.

poem by David Harris
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Highways and Byways of My Mind

As I wander through the endless roads
That typify my thoughts and dreams,
One question has always remained.
Throughout the years, I've journeyed on;
Climbed every hill, crossed all the streams,
But, what have I really gained?

When I look back at the battles I've fought
Against foes that my mind fabricated,
I wonder who lost and who won.
Did I emerge from the fray triumphantly,
In victory, most celebrated?
Or was I the vanquished one?

I have always been strong and dependable
For those in need of a shoulder to cry on.
A tower of strength and relief.
But I always struggle to share my fears:
To admit that I too need somone to rely on.
Can't shake off my disbelief.

My life is a mess. The demons inside me
Are laying waste to my life and my heart.
They have almost cost me my son.
I need to begin to get back some control.
To shake off the feelings of doubt and get smart,
Or all that I care for is done.

So I'm giving myself a brand new start,
Leaving the path of least resistance.
I'll take back my life from today.
It won't be easy, but I'll claw my way back,
And I won't be afraid to ask for assistance
When it gets a bit rough on the way.

poem by Dawn Ferrett
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The office of drama is to exercise, possibly to exhaust, human emotions. The purpose of comedy is to tickle those emotions into an expression of light relief; of tragedy, to wound them and bring the relief of tears. Disgust and terror are the other points of the compass.

quote by Laurence Olivier
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And to enter

Life may go away and enter
New era to begin and usher
It is just a stop without fear
There is no other pain to bear

It is not fearsome
It is not troublesome too
It is lease of another birth
New journey to begin aftermath

No one has seen another world
Who knows it blows with hot or cold
It is difficult to put on and hold
It requires one to be very bold

It is imaginary and may be not real
It still gives some relief to heal
Good work always reminds us of its importance
So much is spoken of as an instances

It is really dreaded
No one has conceded
It may come as strong belief
Life to end with some relief

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Abandoned Flowers

Belief and love in all way
Seem as dream,
Lofty and lusty desires
Dance on fire

As result of our own deeds
And the brook of belief bleeds
With grief and seems no relief

Penances take strong roots
To loot sacred melodious flute
Being aware, we remain mute,

We have been as
Abandoned Flowers
As if without 'Gardener'! ! ! ! !

Written by: Narendra Rai
Talhar Badin, Sindh...

poem by Narendra Rai
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The relief is pleasure

Thirst demands; you drink water.
You get relief.
The bladder demands; you pee..
You get relief.
Relief by filling and emptying
Serves you alike
28.06.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The relief

Food entering mouth is a relish;
Its exit from anus is a relief.
Mating is relish; orgasm is relief.
Relief is the peak of the pleasure.
26.06.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life Without Faith

Life without faith,
Could be a lonely walk to take.
For those in disbelief,
There is no God to bring them relief.
Or prayers that are answered,
With miracles done!

For those in disbelief,
There are no angels invisible around.
Or assigned to them,
Without a sound heard to disturb and un-nerve.
And yet said can be found.
To assist one gently.
Leaving not one heart to pound...
With added theatrics!

Perhaps that is one reason,
Many folks walk with their heads down.
Choosing not to lift them up.
Feeling a closeness to others,
In their stuck ruts!
Planted like fixtures into the ground.
Believing to sit on their butts is an honor.
And a statement made profund!

Waiting they do impatiently,
To be sucked into gutters.
Like ships without rudders,
With complaints to utter!
In a muffled cuss.
As if children wishing to be heard,
But expecting to be hushed.

'Didn't I tell you enough is enough? '

And enough 'is' enough either way it is spoken!
Whether coming or going or hushed.
Enough 'is' enough...
When 'stuff' gets to be too much,
'Stuff' vacant of substance!

Life without faith,
Could be a lonely walk to take.
For those in disbelief,
There is no God to bring them relief.
Or prayers that are answered,
With miracles done!

And they can not see themselves to be,
Living their lives isolated.
And, selfishly lived in quiet debasement.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How beautiful is

How beautiful is the Belief, when we belief in the God
How beautiful are the Creatures, when we belief in the Creator
How beautiful is the Motherhood, when we belief in the Sacrifices
How beautiful is the Fatherhood, when we belief in the Battles
How beautiful is the Childhood, when we belief in the Innocence
How beautiful is the Dream, when we belief in the Ambition
How beautiful is the Contentment, when we belief in the Simplicity
How beautiful is the Life, when we belief in the dead
How beautiful is the Love, when we belief in the Care
How beautiful is the Happiness, when we belief in the Sadness
How beautiful is the Relationships, when we belief in the Tender
How beautiful is the Fruit, when we belief in the Farming
How beautiful is the Confidence, when we belief in Our self
How beautiful is the Beauty, when we belief in Our eyes
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in Peace
How beautiful is the Friendship, when we belief in Brotherhood
How beautiful is the Marriage, when we belief in Sharing
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in the Peace

poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Real relief

So long as the low race feels stigmatized
No racial parity by law gives relief.
So long as housewives feel stigmatized
No woman empowerment gives relief.
So long as free women feel stigmatized
No sexual freedom would give any relief.
Only when their opponents feel stigmatized
For their attitudes, relief would be in reality.
18.07.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do We Remember Them?

We remember our fathers
They remember their sons
Who fought long battles
And paid with their lives

We remember the glories
We have forgotten the pain, ,
of the widows and orphans,
of those who will never return again.

We remember the machinery
With which battles were fought
But the names of the fallen
Are all but forgot.

We remember, we say
With the crimson petalled poppy
And silence at eleven
On Remembrance Day

But of all the boys and men
Who fought wars large and small
Paying dearly with their lives
Do we really remember them, at all?

9 Nov 1986

poem by David Harris
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War Never Solves Anything

Of battles won and noble soldiers you hear the old balladeer sing
But war only brings death and suffering and war never solves anything
And the mental scars of war keep festering long after the battle does end
You badly injure or kill someone's loved one that person will not be your friend.

For God and the flag of their Nation too many in battle have died
And the Government honour war heroes in their false show of patriotic pride
But the fact is their young lives were wasted and the fact with us sadly remain
That old battles are never over and for old grieviances human blood spilt again.

War weaponry and explosives big business in a World where human life is taken cheap
By some a human life seen as of no more value than that of a cow's or a sheep
From history we have not learned the war supposed to end all wars long gone
Yet every day more violence and terror and war and war mongering lives on.

Of battles won and acts of war bravery so many songs written and sung
And war instigated by old men must always be fought by the young
But the song for the young dead war hero to the hero's mum to it has a bitter ring
And war is a waste of human life for war never solves anything.

poem by Francis Duggan
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I shall know

I shall know
When time comes to throw
Whole of my weight to that belief
For providing real relief

It is expected
To change when truly acted
In love, in hate and in recognition
You have provided me true ignition

Dreams do come true
When one has passed through
In ordeals and in real
To the greatness and to fee

I, for one, loved and lost
But what did it cost?
Nothing in fact
All were nice acts

It is true union
To find with companion
When one feels truly blessed
Relief from life when not at all chased

It is just a smile
That provided happiness meanwhile
All goes well with his mercy
I share and bow before almighty

You were never to be mine
To provide me joy to feel fine
It has come from a great wave
When I had escape and clean shave

What on part is expected?
Real bond and promises to be acted
In spirit and in anticipation
For strengthening the relation

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Villanelle on a Proverb

The heart once broken is a heart no more.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay

The proverb says that time confers relief,
heals a crimson gash or knits whole a bone
and years unlock a knuckled fist of grief

that clenches emptiness in disbelief
to keep one's wits from being overthrown,
while time, the proverb says, confers relief

from cleaving wounds, paradoxical thief,
that also tears apart fused hearts grown
beyond the lock of knuckled-fisted grief

half-hearts collapsed empty in unbelief
at finalities beneath lids of stone,
while time, proverbially, confers relief

by bleaching wounds to scars—its chief
repair—but cannot heal a heart left alone
although the years unlock the fist of grief,

proclaiming the proverbial motif
that all wounds heal, time cannot atone
for vacancy. The proverb lies. Relief
unlocks a fist, but not the archived grief.

poem by William F Dougherty
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Over the hills and far away

Over the hills and far away,
A little boy steals from his morning play
And under the blossoming apple-tree
He lies and he dreams of the things to be:
Of battles fought and of victories won,
Of wrongs o'erthrown and of great deeds done -
Of the valor that he shall prove some day,
Over the hills and far away -
Over the hills, and far away!

Over the hills and far away
It's, oh, for the toil the livelong day!
But it mattereth not to the soul aflame
With a love for riches and power and fame!
On, 0 man! while the sun is high -
On to the certain joys that lie
Yonder where blazeth the noon of day,
Over the hills and far away -
Over the hills, and far away!

Over the hills and far away,
An old man lingers at close of day;
Now that his journey is almost done,
His battles fought and his victories won -
The old-time honesty and truth,
The trustfulness and the friends of youth,
Home and mother-where are they?
Over the hills and far away -
Over the years, and far away!

poem by Eugene Field
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Bereavement

Do not get tired from grief as you are bereaved,
And bereavement is relief as you are bereaved.

Do certainty on the scene of writing, when all is leisure
And certain people believe in their belief as you are bereaved.

Does your mind seem a container of science and sea?
Then let feelings go, let them reside away from the thief as you are bereaved.

Does your partner know why marriage is sacred and solid?
Then see him or her with a measure of truth as the chief as you are bereaved.

May surrendering accomplish the goal of a life-time,
May I wish you all the best with your disbelief as you are bereaved.

Let Time fly, let innocence mend the tattered cloths and dress and uniform,
For when a person dies he or she is abject and very brief, as you are bereaved.

poem by Naveed Akram
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We Battle To See Acts Of Love

You can battle any illness you wish...
But,
Battle with the act of love.

You can fill you mind with terrorists...
That keep your fears endearing.
But the fact your battles fought have no love.

And don't you know that you...
The giving up of anything,
Will return.
So why not battle with the act of love.

Burdens carried on one's back,
Seem to be attached...
'Cause they don't do their,
Battles with love.

Those who pick their battles,
Pick their battles without facts.
'Cause many have no protected love.

If there is love,
There is a battle...
But the battle can be won,
With a love that's felt in everyone.

Those who pick their battles,
Pick their battles without facts.
'Cause many have no protected love.

You can battle any illness you wish...
But,
Battle with the act of love.

You can battle any illness you wish...
But,
Battle with the act of love.

Those who pick their battles,
Pick their battles without facts.
'Cause many have no protected love.

Those who pick their battles,
Pick their battles without facts.
'Cause many have no protected love.

If we pick our battles,
We must be matter of fact....
That we battle to see acts of love.

We battle to see acts of love.
Let's say we do it...
That we battle to see acts of love!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ultimate Abode Of Peace!

Natural beauty kindles mystical nature to divinity
By the vastness of Universe and depth of blue ocean
Apparently mingling into one at the horizon of globe
Quite absorbing mind, heart and soul by its panorama!

Undergoing all kinds of torture in the mundane world
Man tries to seek relief with drinks and dames at night!
But not getting real relief forever seeks asylum in Art
And finally goes to the abode of Nature for mystical bliss!

As in political rivalry religious differences too irritates
Making one escape from all circles of adversaries here!
Art, literature and Nature according to one's nature
Gives great relief to the seekers of peace and bliss ever!

Nature the source of all creations of life always cools
Mind, heart and soul leading to divine bliss sure ever!

poem by Ramesh T A
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