Weak Or Strong?
Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.
The souls align to the mages
And the mages corner the priests,
We all pray for our flesh
To be consumed by precious light.
Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.
The magic of amusements
Is amusement, so that we deserve
The flesh of a career or river,
One can swim in it forever
If the fins carry us further.
We are not selfish or busy
In our endeavours
Until the life dissolves
As though life has been
A mortuary for the strong, the weak
Or the lame.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strength in weakness
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
A typical Pauline sophism?
A typical Pauline syllogism?
A typical Pauline casuistry?
A typical Pauline homily.
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Paul was disabled, you see
Was he blind? You ask
Was he lame? You ask
Was it a speech impediment?
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Oh! He was strong in spirit
But weak in appearance
He can’t be our leader, they said
He’s an embarrassment
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Paul said: “Yes, I am weak
But God’s strength is made perfect
In my weakness not in my strength
So up the weak and down the strong! (my words!)
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
We are all weak in some way
Weak in our words
Weak in our walk
Weak in our talk
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
But for God, weak means strong
Kingdom values, Kingdom virtues
Jesus’ values, Jesus’ virtues
My values? my virtues?
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
So the lamb not the lion
The humble not the haughty
The lowly not the lofty
The penitent not the proud.
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Let’s value then the weak
And remember they are strong.
If I am proud, then I am wrong
If I am conceited, then I am wrong
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Let’s fill the Church then with the weak
Push in the wheelchairs
Roll in the scooters
Help the handicapped walk in.
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
“At even, ere the sun was set
The sick oh Lord, around thee lay
Oh, in what divers pains they met
Oh with what joy they went away
And none oh Lord, have perfect rest
For none are wholly free from sin;
For they who fain would serve thee best
Are conscious most of sin within.
Thy touch has still its ancient power
No word from thee can fruitless fall
Hear in this solemn hour we pray
And in thy mercy heal us all.”
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
For when I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness.
poem by James Hart
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The Lame love
Venus you are; Mars I am not.
Juliet you are; Romeo I am not.
Yet for you my thirst is little not
Whether I deserve you or not,
For honey, up from a comb,
Can taste as much to a lame
As to one who can climb,
The lame being not to blame.
03.04.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lame
Then they came on me
They dragged me from the bar
Still wet from sweat and beer
I bruise so prettily by men blinded by their fear
These men
Broke my back and made me lame
Then she said to me
Id give you everything to make it like before
To make you love me like you used to
Make you love me more
She said to me
Your life is large but your mind is lame
I cant believe my eyes
When I see the truth and all the things Ive done
And every place Im queer
I never stay I run
I know now why I live in shame
Lame...
Its hard to sleep at night
I hardly ever sleep at night
song performed by by Everclear
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Life..?
A life that I live for my dreams,
A life that will extend far beyond my realms..
A life to live without anything to fear,
A life to fulfill the wishes of my dear...
A life that has meaning even though not understood my most..
A life like a wave, stumbling to reach the coast..
A life of solitude desired by none,
A life of peace in search of someone..
A life that in size small might be,
A life which forever, end will never see..
A life in which luxuries might not be there,
A life in which happiness is everywhere..
A life in which the value is of time,
A life till its end will always be mine..
poem by Abhishek Shah
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An Afterthought
You found my life, a poor lame bird
That had no heart to sing,
You would not speak the magic word
To give it voice and wing.
Yet sometimes, dreaming of that hour,
I think, if you had known
How much my life was in your power,
It might have sung and flown.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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A lame of heart is not a lame of leg; he cannot be recognized.
Corporate Intellects
They come in all sizes.
Those who take cheap shots!
With their lowbrow racist disguises.
To end up saying...
They do not abuse,
With the use of such devices.
Corporate intellects...
Fusing amusements with a seriousness.
Then attempt to explain,
Their lame brain-ness.
To say they are not,
The nasty snots they appear.
Only to confuse actions done...
That are overwhemingly crystal clear.
They have taken positions,
To advance their sick conditions.
And believe it okay...
To portray images displayed.
In a manner to influence,
Convincingly...
Their wicked decadence.
Corporate intellects...
Fusing amusements with a seriousness.
Then attempt to explain,
Their lame brain-ness.
Only to expose...
An insecurity of who they are.
That removes a mask what shows,
To reveal a backfiring...
Of a failed task proposed.
On 'all' fronts of their demented labors.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flesh
Oh the law is the law
For no man wrote the law
They who would change the law just abuse it
Oh the law is the law
There is no justice outside the law
But if you know the law, you can use it
If you will, then you will
For nothing can withstand your will
As your faith is so you are
Where your mind is there you are
Just as action follows thought
You can be whole again
Be healed again
And make your body follow
You are thy flesh and flesh will obey
You are thy flesh and flesh must obey
Whoa your life is your life
No one else can live your life
And the debts of your life
You must pay them
If a man knows the law
He gets help from the law
Only fools fear the law that can save them
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Too Slow In A Fast Lane
He who plays a lame game,
Stays the same
With nothing changed.
Remaining lame.
Too slow in a fast lane!
Showing immaturity...
With insecurity being the same.
That's nothing new...
So many like you,
Are caught up into themselves!
Unyielding and unbearable,
And that's a shame and nothing else!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Fantastic Images
England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar
Until one day I went and saw how miserabely how things really are
All Fantastic I'mages they only are apparent
Propagated just by hope and desire to share it
Beauty was the allure that brought me close to you
Loneliness was the bond that made me stick like glue
All Fantastic I'mages they only are apparent
Promoted by desperate hope that things are somewhere better
I don't have a thing against fantasy
But to chase it down just don't make sense to me
If you're only hope is simply peace and love
You end up discarding most of what you're made of
All Fantastic I'mages they only are apparent
Promoted by desperate hope
And the need to share it
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Dilemma
Dilemma
They fight in me my love and your love,
Yours to let you go, Mine to stop you,
What's the most precious? I always thought,
My life? That's the only thing I've got,
If not life then you will be mine,
For I can't have you crossing life's line,
Then what else that will end my hope,
And fasten me to a tree alone with a rope,
There you came with a dreadful wish,
Leaving my pleading hand, my cold flesh,
Requested me to pray for you a loyal mate,
Am I not loyal? I thought alone I sat,
Should I pray for your match? Lose you forever?
Should I pray to have you? Lose you never?
poem by Jahan zaib
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You Must Be A Lame
women you act high class,
richer then a speed past,
can't even say hey,
when you past by,
now you look like,
a stuck up fool,
look what school taught you,
to act like you better girl,
with all your cheddar girl,
I'm here to tell you,
go get a life,
you got on my bad side,
with all that high class,
think you better then,
everybody else crap,
girl you need some,
new lessons stop protesting,
you call us men lames,
because how we do to you,
look at how you act,
women you so high class,
that you think you have,
more empowerment then god,
that's your butt,
because it will be grass,
so I guess,
you must be a lame,
as you call me lame.
poem by Tommy Laster
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A Fishhook
The dead are raised up and many are shocked!
For the blind receive their sight to tell a story;
So come and let me show you the lepers who are cleansed.
The lame do walk and the deaf do hear,
But now the day is almost over on this love that muses;
For the water bottles of the heavens are lying under the lotus trees.
Life is like the boiling pot on the fire and,
To pull out Babylon with a fishhook!
For my friends have afflicted me with their words and,
Now around me are wells without water in them.
Beguiling unstable souls,
Of eyes full of fornications!
And in the uncleanness of their lust they fell into the deep waters.
They allured through the lust of their flesh but,
I need a fish's hook to stand up strong by the water side;
And like the early and the latter rains in the land of destruction.
Sleep like he slept and pray like he prayed,
Walk like he walked and cook like he cooked,
For i have seen eyes full of adultery around me!
And the blind received their sight to tell a story.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sad Sadducees
The Sadducees
were sad you see.
They did not like what Peter said
that Jesus had risen from the dead.
But the lame man walked
and the people talked.
For by the risen power of Jesus' name
The man was healed and no longer lame.
If a man neglects education, he walks lame to the end of his life.
Time Leak
For centuries
we have lain like this,
our warmths intermingled,
our hearts beating
the same two-step,
& our breaths
& our limbs
intertwined.
Life after life,
I return to flesh
to join my flesh
to your flesh.
Sometimes I am the woman
& you the man;
sometimes,
the other way around.
It hardly matters.
Flesh after flesh,
our spirits return
to mingle.
Death is no barrier
& life's noisy matinee
where the suburban ladies
cough & sputter
& their programs crackle like kindling
merely goes on & on.
They sit on their deaths
as if they were sitting
on fur coats,
while we touch
for the first time
remembering
the next.
poem by Erica Jong
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Your Shoe-Size
Your shoe-size fits me but,
I don't sleep with my legs wide open;
Your head cover fits me but,
I don't pray with my hands down;
I have been longing for many years to see you.
Let us pursue the things which are peaceful,
Like life in the land of monkeys;
Let us pursue the things which are joyful,
Like life in the land of donkeys;
But do cancel my records out of your mind if,
You don't want me.
Twenty-three thousand fell in one day,
But flesh and blood cannot inherit the Kindom of Yahweh;
Death is the string of sin so,
Do cancel my name out of your history book.
Men have one flesh,
Birds have another flesh,
Beasts have another flesh,
Fish have another flesh,
But all flesh is not the same!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Piety Is Hard
A pious man brings a gift for the lame one,
It is a rosary with thousands of beads;
His tortures do never seize him,
For he prays so acceptably in the eyes of His Lord.
Guide him, the lame one needs guidance
For he is a sick person with absolute health
In the body and mind as well.
He bleeds tonight from your inflicted wound
As he became a thief of the night.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Souls and Spirits
In one corner, I see light, and
In another, a fallen tree-
Looking from the corner of your eye-
I know you still see me and
Even with the splendor of
That place where flowers are growing,
I never believed in you.
I never believed you truly cared,
Even when you brought me flowers, it was only
In a make-believe sense-
Their petals would fall and
The wind would carry them away.
In one corner, I see light-
Your candle that was supposed to guide me, but
That tree fell between us., and
You are now, gone forever,
Even though the light still shines and
Figuratively, you still see the pain that
You put me through and now- that you are gone,
You are gone in body but in spirit
You shall always be there looking into my eyes,
Threatening me, wishing me none but harm.
I shall keep on walking, walking away
From your spirit and now I know and
Now I believe that it isn't bodies-flesh and blood that haunt-
In flesh and blood a person can be gone for a hundred years,
Never to return but if a person was cruel and conniving in spirit-
That spirit shall never be forgotten and that person's soul
Shall forever irk until the day that I pass away and leave this world
In flesh, mind and spirit forever although fearfully I know
All spirits whether good or evil, shall never die.
Claudia Krizay
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