Human’s mind
The one wronged is wronged,
With the effects unaltered,
Though it was performed
Unknowingly, ignorantly,
Incidentally, inadvertently
Innocently or with good faith.
Innocence, plead of quality,
And repentance will do no good
To the effect resulted.
It yet causes different reaction,
Thanks to the peculiarity of mind.
07.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The tempest' tells
The greed must negotiate with the need
In one’s thought and must extricate
One’s deeds
From evil influence of a tooth for a
tooth.
To retaliate is not to obliterate.
The one who wronged must repent it
out.
The one who is wronged, must forgive
in full.
Be without hatred; ‘the rarer action is
In virtue, than in vengeance.’
26.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Getting Hit By A Truck
Keep faith strong.
Forgive those who have wronged you.
Keep your mind and head where they belong...
Focused!
With this as an acknowledgement...
The life you live from birth,
Has been no accident.
Your choice to look for them to happen,
Has resulted in your reality.
To be freed from this...
Takes desire!
Not luck!
Getting hit by a truck,
Says much about those with closed eyes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't You Want To Be There
Don't you want to be there, don't you want to go?
Where the light is breaking and the cold clear winds blow
Don't you want to be there in the golden glow
Don't you want to be there, don't you want to fly?
With your arms out, let a shout take you across the sky
Don't you want to be there when the time's gone by
Times there was love all around you
Times you were strong and alone
Times you believed love had found you
And you fell through time like a stone
And those you have wronged, you know
You need to let them know some way
And those who have wronged you, know
You'll have to let them go someday
Don't you want to be there?
Don't you want to cry when you see how far
You've got to go to be where forgiveness rules
Instead of where you are
Don't you want to be there, don't you want to know?
Where the grace and simple truth of childhood go
Don't you want to be there when the trumpets blow
Blow for those born into hunger
Blow for those lost 'neath the train
Blow for those choking in anger
Blow for those driven insane
And those you have wronged, you know
You need to let them know some way
And those who have wronged you, know
You'll have to let them go someday
Don't you want to be there?
Don't you want to see where the angels appear
Don't you want to be where there's strength and love
In the place of fear
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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The first duty to children is to make them happy. If you have not made them so, you have wronged them. No other good they may get can make up for that.
quote by Charles Buxton
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Sententiæ
If the father’s bankrupt, and the sons fail,
Blaming it on their own bad start,
Say the father should have gone to gaol,
Forgetting their grandfather’s part.
So with all centuries of blame
Fathers by their children cursed,
Say that all the trouble came
From Eve and Adam first.
Both wrong: are wronged. But we are wronged
the most.
Their life was deep, but only deep, immersed.
We fathom further, deep enough to boast
We know a worse beneath our father’s worst.
Cambridge Review, 52/1290 (10 June 1931), 493.
poem by Hugh Sykes Davies
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Be free to forgive
.
Forgiveness is a human quality.
Performed, it sooths the both involved.
No life has ever ended without need
To forgive and be forgiven as well.
25.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Silent Words
The word silently worked like fire,
The laws of joking quality do speak.
The word of some joy is again in speech,
Nonsense matters, no sense is about.
When I produce a statement to an effect,
Please retry your thoughts, for the effects.
Deathly burden contrives another burden,
This is the effect of death and ruination.
We make ruins into palaces and they built
My layers of the mind like a cave and its interior.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To Love Again?
Where is justice?
Where is truth?
Where is equity,
In the face of adversity?
Who will stand for me?
Advocate my cause
Speak my mind
Before a just judge
O where is justice
Why am I wronged,
Every time I try
To love again
Let there be a voice
That will speak in truth
Against the wrongs
Done to my soul
I ask you lord
Where is justice
Speak for me
I cry out to you
Hear my cause
Plead my case
Defend me against lairs
What wrong is mine,
To love again?
Thief Of Happiness
Thief of Happiness
Will you ever be
Brought to justice?
The jury will not
Hear my case, plead
I will, for wronged me
You have
Oh, Depression
Turn yourself in
No matter how much
I love you
When all my thoughts
Are of you
I weep too harshly
Pain visits me
And over stays Her
Visit, however long
I cry to hear
Voices chatter
When I know you cheat
Sleep with another,
Depression, leave me be
poem by Stefanie Fontker
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Circumstances Like These
The best way to undermine the activities of someone?
Pretend your involvement in initiating chaos,
Had nothing to do to upset the balance...
Of something your jealousy could have avoided.
But you chose to prove the outrage of the selected 'victim'
Had begun as you stood by and did absolutely nothing!
Having the 'appearance' of innocence...
Is all that is needed to begin the intended fall of someone!
However...
Such misdeeds eventually exposes a demented mind!
And the person suspected of creating confusion,
Wins!
Because winning under circumstances like these...
Comes to the one who has been wronged,
Time after time after time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spreading The Cure
My lack of patience,
Caused another's unkindness.
I am impatient.
I am not love.
My unkindness,
From another's impatience.
I am unkind.
I am not love.
I want what you have.
I am jealous.
I am not love.
I brag about what you do not have.
I am rude and boastful.
I am not love.
I must have my own way.
I am demanding.
I am not love.
I am bothered by your mistakes.
I am irritable.
I am not love.
My resentments keep record.
I am resentful.
I am not love.
Others have wronged me, as a result, I have wronged them.
I rejoice in the injustice.
I am revenge.
I am not love.
I am what I am, and not, what I am not.
I so desperately seek, what I am not.
It's not about give and take.
It is about give and give.
Taking is stealing.
Am I a thief of hearts?
It is about accepting what is shared.
Mercy and grace for those that have not.
They have the sickness.
I hold the cure.
No more ill will.
Just to love well.
That is how we spread the cure.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Anderson's Home
Teenage runaways, problem child,
pregnant girls try to smile.
telling their story
to a counselor all the while.
About how they became so bad,
I was just disappointed and very sad.
Yes, I was the scapegoat
where everything is my fault.
I was a part of the juvenile delinquent cult.
Luckily I was taught,
to wait for the man of your dreams,
don't get pregnant like my friends in their teens.
All my friends sent away that summer,
just like me, it was such a bummer.
Ate so much I got fat,
went swimming once, that was that.
This all happened at Anderson's home,
teenagers sent there because they where wronged.
Wronged by parents because they are blamed
for things totally insane.
Hopefully homes like this will be a thing of the past,
child abuse will end, it will not last.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 5,2011
www.christinasunrise.com www.suzae.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Old Tom
The harridan who holds the inn
At which I toss a pot,
Is old and uglier than sin,--
I'm glad she knows me not.
Indeed, for me it's hard to think,
Although my pow's like snow,
She was the lass so fresh and pink
I courted long ago.
I wronged her, yet it's sadly true
She wanted to be wronged:
They mostly do, although 'tis you,
The male bloke who is thonged.
Well, anyway I left her then
To sail across the sea,
And no doubt she had other men,
And soon lost sight of me.
So now she is a paunchy dame
And mistress of the inn,
With temper tart and tounge to blame,
Moustache and triple chin.
And though I have no proper home
Contentedly I purr,
And from my whiskers wipe the foam,
--Glad I did not wed her.
Yet it's so funny sitting here
To stare into her face;
And as I raise my mug of beer
I dream of our disgrace.
And so I come and come each day
To more and more enjoy
The joke--that fifty years away
I was her honey boy.
poem by Robert William Service
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Flash-Superman-Thorion
As fast as a blink as she move with grace
Beauty and elegance, I truly praise
Flash she was merely not
Alluring character she begot
Thither vanish gone superman
Ladylove yonder bliss
Tall she stand, humble begun
almost all but me she naught please
Walls over walls stead stand she did
Thunder and lightning strong
anyone held in her hands'll plead
if ever dis-ever or wronged!
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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Anderson’s Home
Teenage runaways, problem child,
pregnant girls try to smile.
telling their story
to a counselor all the while.
About how they became so bad,
I was just disappointed and very sad.
Yes, I was the scapegoat
where everything is my fault.
I was a part of the juvenile delinquent cult.
Luckily I was taught,
to wait for the man of your dreams,
don’t get pregnant like my friends in their teens.
All my friends sent away that summer,
just like me, it was such a bummer.
Ate so much I got fat,
went swimming once, that was that.
This all happened at Anderson’s home,
teenagers sent there because they where wronged.
Wronged by parents because they are blamed
for things totally insane.
Hopefully homes like this will be a thing of the past,
child abuse will end, it will not last.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 5,2011
www.christinasunrise.com www.suzaechevalier.com
(Sept.5,2011)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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No more tears! watch your actions!
Newton's third law says that every action has equal and opposite reaction,
A Great Scientist, the son of Europe, opened the gate that was shut,
His theory is limited to chemical action and reaction, not to the human's,
If we show the other cheek, we will be slapped; don't let others to slap,
If we do bad actions, we will receive bad reaction in near future or far,
If we do good actions, we will be blessed with good reaction of peace,
No one can run away from their actions, as it is recorded in our fate,
Even we do not have enough time to receive and enjoy,
Even we do not have enough time to receive and regret,
We may have our subsequent birth to continue the same route,
If we hurt someone in the morning, we will be hurt in the evening,
All these facts are simple, easy to follow, when our actions are good.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Chain Reaction
Something bout the way
The moon and the stars are moving across the sky
Something in the still night air is telling me now is the time to try
Ive been scheming, dreaming up a plan of how to get to you
Now conditions are right deep in the night
To do what Ive got to do
To start up a chain, chain, chain, chain reaction
Chain, chain, chain, chain reaction
Im no fool, Ill be cool
Its a powerful thing that Im trying to do
Gonna fix it up, mix it up good
Handle with care like I know I should
And blow it sky high, sky high
With a chain, chain, chain, chain reaction
Chain, chain, chain, chain reaction
Set a spark to the heart
That will start up the soul attraction
Get to the mystery of the chemistry
Chain, chain reaction
Chain, chain reaction
(repeat)
That fires up the satisfaction
Chain, chain reaction
Chain, chain reaction
song performed by by Wynonna Judd
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Sonnet: The Habitual Sinner
And when a person sins again, again,
His mind feels good, less tense for quite sometime!
For he is walking in the devil's lane!
The latter alters not his heart's/mind's clime!
The devil knows his weaknesses, his ways!
The habitual sinner is in his grasp!
With time, he builds a fortified, new base!
Some day, he stings him surely like a wasp!
Beware then, Man, thy soul is in danger!
Thy venial sins can lead to mortal ones!
What use are planes grounded in their hangar!
The valiant face the enemy's big guns!
Come then by prayer, repentance to God!
And plead with Him to truly spare His rod!
poem by John Celes
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De Profundis Clemadi
I did not know; child, child, I did not know,
Who now in lonely wayfare go,
Who wander lonely of you, O my child,
And by myself exiled.
I did not know, but, O white soul of youth,
So passionate of truth,
So amorous of duty, and so strong
To suffer, not to suffer wrong,
Is there for me no pity, who am weak?
Spare me this silence, speak!
I did not know: I wronged you; I repent:
But will you not relent?
Must I still wander, outlawed, and go on
The old weary ways alone,
As in the old intolerable days
Before I saw you face to face,
The doubly darkened ways since you withdraw
Your light, that was my law?
I charge you by your soul, pause, ere you hurl
Sheer to destruction, girl,
A poor soul that had midway struggled out,
Still midway clogged about,
And for the love of you had turned his back
Upon the miry track,
That had been as a grassy wood-way, dim
With violet-beds, to him.
I wronged you, but I loved you; and to me
Your love was purity;
I rose, because you called me, and I drew
Nearer to God, in you.
I fall, and if you leave me, I must fall
To that last depth of all,
Where not the miracle of even your eyes
Can bid the dead arise.
I charge you that you save not your own sense
Of lilied innocence,
By setting, at the roots of that fair stem,
A murdered thing, to nourish them.
poem by Arthur Symons
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