Gouging
Cleanly gouging the eyes in lieu of mistaking the scene
Is to lacerate the heart, and all the worries shall erupt
And gashes bleed small ways, with great boils to add,
Letting steam escape from the treatment of the wounds.
Disrelishing the pain, a man of wounded nature
Wanted the terms of agreement, and these cowards want!
They were irreligious, and needed to be examples,
By gods and goddesses the life had to end in misery for
Him, and not Me as long as I lived.
The cowards were to be gashes and diseases like gangrene,
Later to be in front of the firing-squad.
Yes sirs, the lesson is a riddance of unhappiness,
The cowardice of deserting shall never triumph!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Coward
Only cowards are
residing here.
The cowards only
does not say anything.
The cowards are
not there to take
any decision at
any point of time.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Law
Test the spirits to see whether they are of Yahweh,
And love out of a pure heart.
Do not be cowards in doing what is right,
For cowards die many times before their death.
Deceivableness of sin,
The law is not only laid down for a righteous person but,
Also for the lawless and disobedient
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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This republic was not established by cowards; and cowards will not preserve it.
quote by Elmer Davis
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My Sad Eyes Part 2
My sad eyes
have been away so long
sleeping, alone
my sad eyes finally went dark
The world know longer seen
my sad eyes thought they could escape harsh reality, s
by ignoring
thought ignorence would be bliss
But life is life
so my sad eyes look apon the world once again
sadden by the mess
but hopeful for a better tomorow
My sad eyes know longer cowards
poem by Vincent Armone
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When I Was A Child
when I was a child
so very small
so very young
so very long ago
I had a few
very small wishes
I wanted to
leave this world
a little better
than I found it
I wanted to
be less sinning
than I was
sinned against
I wanted to
give God a good
life witness
from my heart
I wanted to help
people not realizing
many wanted to help
themselves unjustly
very small wishes
so easy to perceive
in innocent childhood years
so hard to lifetime complete
I am glad I kept
my innocence
much longer
than most children
growing up today
I am glad I lived
in an age of values
less are proud to affirm
I am glad truth
was born in my heart
for it is truly better
to give than to receive
I am glad and I smile
because it is to some uncool
but I am still in many ways
that simple childish fool.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sins undefined
Nobles have died miserably
Rascals have died peacefully.
Man grow great with sins hidden
Like trees with bushes trodden.
God will punish sinners,
The pious tell cowards
And the cowards abide by the pious.
Sins aren’t defined by the God
03.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Choose To Heal
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
Tears cried as others measured my pain,
On a scale from one to ten...
Are days I've chosen not to live.
Again!
And again.
AND...again without end.
Why should I celebrate my agony,
On a regular basis?
What does doing this for me achieve?
A hatred and bitterness I pray from me will leave?
Or a constant search to seek validation,
How miserable my life lived can be?
NO!
For others that may be so,
To acknowledge without a letting go.
But for me...
My happiness comes with the knowing,
I can forgive.
Not forgot!
My mind wont let me do it.
But make attempts to forgive I can do.
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.
I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose with faith,
God has my back.
And will correct all that has gone wrong,
To make right for my life.
I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose to heal,
Not to relive moments of my agonies.
I already know what it takes to moan.
I already know that process.
I've renewed my commitment to living.
And give my deepest respect,
To those who had experienced...
Untimely deaths.
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.
I choose to heal.
Not to be left,
For the rest of my life dropping tears wept.
To spend in the process of mourning.
Riding high on the shoulders of grief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You, too, women, cast away all the cowards from your embraces; they will give you only cowards for children, and you who are the daughters of the land of beauty must bear children who are noble and brave.
quote by Giuseppe Garibaldi
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Queen Misery
Too many broken promises in her fragile life
Too many secret thoughts she tried to hide that night
So hard she tried to escape
But (the) pain was everywhere
No, take this pain away
Even for one day
She cried on her own grave
Please, demons set me free
My heart has started to bleed
I have become the queen misery
And it seems to last forever
She tried to reach to the stars all her life
But her mind fell apart every time
song performed by by In Flames
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The Tub Of Water
By the tub of water stands an object too frightening,
The steel dagger awaits bloody ruin from the majesty of evil;
Into the place we surrender our will to the enormity of disgust,
In this place of ruin we see everyday objects become murderous.
To the touch it seems a murder has been committed,
Blood is desired beyond the mirrors, beyond us.
I heard practically no sound, so astonished by the silence
I carried by own living body to the realm of the other side.
Camps of ruin, camps of blood were before me,
Antagonizing my brain and mind, my guts and feeling.
The tub of water vanished and became a tub of horror -
A monstrous man pushed up, with bloody wounds
And too many gashes to the skin, ripping apart now.
I had to disgust itself with my action,
I had to discuss with him his fate,
The fate I gave him, I never forgave him,
I hated his being with the dagger to release
Him, and me from the clutches of horror and blood.
The dagger is enough, it is enough
To employ in reducing the man,
The man who is now dead from the gashes,
The ones fresh from my dagger, the pouring blood
Is astounding, and filling the tub of water.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Before Your Love
I wonder how I ever made it through a day
How did I settle for a world with shades of gray?
When you go in circles all the scenery looks the same
And you don't know why
Then I looked into your eyes
And the road stretched out in front of me
And I realized
Chorus:
I never lived
Before your love
I never felt
Before your touch
I never needed anyone to make me feel alive
But then again
I wasn't really living
I never lived
Before your love
I wanted more than just an ordinary life
All of my dreams seemed like castles in the sky
I stand before you and my heart is in your hands
And I don't know how
I survived without your kiss
Cause you've given me a reason to exist
Chorus
I never lived before your love
And I don't know why
Why the sun decides to shine
But you breathed your love into just in time
I never lived
Before your love
I never felt
Before your touch
I never needed anyone to make me feel alive
But then again
I wasn't really living
I never lived
I never lived
Before your love
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In These Poems That We Write
these are the wounds of the heart
let your fingers pierce that part
blood drips from a wounded heart
pain gleaming against the light
time has not healed the wounds
you can hear the screaming sounds
these are the wounds of my heart
we are not many miles apart
we share the wounds of the heart
in these poems that we draft
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cowards charge
Orders issued
Cowards charge
Only to withdraw
Brave charges
To capture in large
Quantity of ammunition
Both want to hold
Victory belongs to only bold
Victory is hailed
Cowards have failed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This is a formidable enemy. To dismiss it as a bunch of 'cowards' perpetuating 'senseless acts of violence' is complacent nonsense. People willing to kill thousands of innocents while they kill themselves are not cowards. They are deadly vicious warriors and need to be treated as such.
quote by Charles Krauthammer
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Is This Call Pain
standing here across the see
the sea waves crash the rocks and end in the end
the clouds passing by and get over again
a day end with no coming back again
i wander to my self why my pain will never end
see new life coming and never come the same again
see old man dying and never line again
year in life passing by and never come again
i ask my self why my pain never leave me
why my pain never end
is it me the pain
is what i am made of the pain
suffer and endure all my life
what i am mistaking
nails tear my heart
evil wispier in my ears
healing is never use to me
Gods healing useless any more
every thing end except pain
every thing is false except pain
pain of my heart pain of my soul
i am living with pain i am the pain
poem by Aryabod Siharyvani
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Pain
The only friend i know is loneliness
with my head on my pillow i cry, lord
am i born for this or did i get my self
into it? i have love all my live but broken
heart comes my way.I have dry many
tears but mine still flow.my past flash
at my face like a torch light no where
to hide my face, all my life is full of pain,
i ask why me? those i call my friend ran
like cowards cos did not have what
make the world go round, i found my
self inside the pain of misery.even
though i scream they turn their faces
to the side and simle.Why is the world
so evil?
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Violence and perversion
All heroic deeds
Are enacted by cowards
And seen by cowards.
All romantic scenes
Are enacted by perverts
And seen by perverts.
Thus violence and
Libido find their exit,
Sparing the mrality.
20.06.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Private Eyes
Lyrics & music: daryl hall, warren pash, sara allen, janna allen
I see you, you see me
Watch you blowin the lines when youre making a scene
Oh girl, youve got to know
What my head overlooks
The senses will show to my heart
When its watching for lies
You cant escape my
Private eyes
Theyre watching you
They see your every move
Private eyes
Theyre watching you
Private eyes
Theyre watching you watching you watching you watching you
You play with words you play with love
You can twist it around baby that aint enough
Cause girl Im gonna know
If youre letting me in or letting me go
Dont lie when youre hurting inside
cause you cant escape my
Private eyes
Theyre watching you
They see your every move
Private eyes
Theyre watching you
Private eyes
Theyre watching you watching you watching you watching you
Why you try to put up a front for me
Im a spy but on your side you see
Slip on, into any disguise
Ill still know you
Look into my private eyes
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Conceit
It is conceit that kills us
and makes us cowards instead of gods.
Under the great Command: Know thy self, and that thou art mortal!
we have become fatally self-conscious, fatally self-important, fatally entangled in the Laocoön coils of our conceit.
Now we have to admit we can't know ourselves, we can only know about ourselves.
And I am not interested to know about myself any more,
I only entangle myself in the knowing.
Now let me be myself,
now let me be myself, and flicker forth,
now let me be myself, in the being, one of the gods.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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We’re not apart
You and I by fate
Now fell apart,
With rendezvous
Becoming rare or never.
If I needed you
Would you come to me
For to soothe my pain?
May not. You are tied.
If you needed me
I would come to you
All along from anywhere,
Even risking my pride,
For to soothe your pain.
Still if I needed you
Would you send me
At least kind words
For to dress my wounds?
Doubtful! You’re afraid.
If you needed me
I would come to you,
Even braving the storm,
For to dress your wounds.
Still if I needed you
Would you call me,
The least, with queries,
For to cure my ills.
Perhaps! You are shy.
If you needed me
I would come to you,
Even staking my life,
For to cure your ills.
For not to come to me,
To soothe me, to dress me
Or to cure me is not
To have no love, no heart
Or no soul for me.
I know pretty, dear.
You are the cause;
You are the balm;
For my every spasm.
Tear the fear, my dear.
10.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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