The Grave Pain
I pleased him and praised him;
I bribed him and trusted him.
It was my hope that he be moved
To grant me boons and fortunes sought.
Once I was sure that he would not budge
I showered on him abuses.
By them he was equally unhurt,
Which made me furious about him.
He is mighty and I’m petty.
The deepest pain one experiences
Is the suffering of one’s helplessness
To hit back, in spite of justification
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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God be praised for his gracious long suffering towards me in sparing my life so long. Grant, gracious God, that I may make a good use of the time that thou mayest be pleased yet to grant me for repentance.
quote by Patrick Gordon
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Influence
What makes you think that I'm not thinking?
Or observe from experiences forced to live?
Opinions you have of me are shrinking...
Gone are negative thoughts you give!
What makes you think you have influence?
When your own backyard is in disarray?
You made attempts to have others ignore me.
But from you they have gone away.
Claims you made have now been disputed.
Petty is your mode of thought.
You have chosen envy and deceit.
And enemies you created...
Have brought to you defeat!
You elated in plans unjust.
Backstabbing those by gaining their trust.
Now that you have been exposed as a demon.
Others like you are being sought to crush!
What makes you think that I'm not thinking?
Or observe from experiences forced to live?
Opinions you have of me are shrinking...
Gone are negative thoughts you give!
And I like many seek a life that's positive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0012 Bereavement
What is it, when we mourn and grieve and cry
for those we loved - and love - now passed away,
that gives our pain such brute totality?
so vital, that we almost love that pain
(our faces sometimes radiant in grief) ,
unwilling to let go pain's absolute,
since there, hides knowledge deeper than belief
of that sole absolute itself, the root
of all our being, oneness that we share
with those with whom we sought our selves to prove?
that pain, which barely differs from a prayer
to know - by suffering deepest hurt of love:
Yes! Let us dive into that holy deep
of total grief and love: then, can self weep?
(2001)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Behind Her Sholder
Behind her shoulder
Nothing
Nothing but pain
Pain of this world
Pain of people
People of suffering
Dieing, Illness And Diesese
People turning against their own
Rascist people
People of different colours
Creeds
And religions
People fighting
People killing
For petty reasons
For petty choices
People are making
This world go bad
Rotten at the core
Heating it up
Now its too late
She cant forgive
She cant forget
These people
are
KILLING HER
All my life affection has been showered upon me, and every forward step I have made has been taken in spite of it.
quote by George Bernard Shaw
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All my life, affection has been showered upon me, and every forward step I have made has been taken in spite of it.
quote by George Bernard Shaw
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My Pain is Deeper than...
My pain is deeper than the deepest of any oceans.
My pain is deeper than the deepest of any cuts.
My pain is deeper than the deepest of love.
My pain is deeper than the deepest of caves.
My pain is deeper than the deepest of holes.
poem by Carmela Kazmier
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Petty Zest and Zealers
The petty zest and zealers,
Are going to be there.
They will not be pleased,
If there is nothing to despair.
Picky party poopers.
Whining like spoiled brats.
And sitting on their backsides...
To find things to attact.
Using their voices like noise to be heard.
And doing their best,
To create unrest!
These petty zest and zealers,
Are going to be there.
They will not be pleased,
If there is nothing to despair.
Even if one wishes...
To pitch them all in ditches!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give fitting send off
The praises and abuses showered on me
When I am about to go to the grave
Will come with me to stay with me.
Praise a man when he’s in tether end.
12.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No, Not Hives!
Quacks, wobbling colony
Can't there be a change?
Of incessant worrying minds
And dirty leading seats
No leader without a follower
Leading money away
Cause they don't care if you care
Suffering and suffering again
There should be a Messiah, we thought
Or so they say there is
Which mistake was it
To chose a dubious man
To torment us with scorpions
After we just had whips
We gave him a chance
To change 'our' suffering
Can men be trusted
Yet we trusted him
To lead us to victory
But here we are!
These men brought me hives
And yet...
Oh no, not hives again
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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Unshackle
It was time to bid you, good bye.
Tears in my eyes knew,
It’s inability to hold you back.
Still like monsoon rain,
It showered, till
The reality was absorbed in my mind.
You moved on since then,
But, why couldn’t I?
No more song of suffering
Now I want to scream in joy.
No more shadow of cloud,
Even the happiness cloys.
Enough of this close room,
Let the walls come down.
Let my vision, be filled with green
Remove all pale and brown.
Let me stand beneath the sky;
Open arms like spread out wings
Let me think, that I can fly.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Mountain Of Hope
He had climbed the highest mountain this
World had ever known.
He had climbed the highest mountain
On maps it can’t be shown.
It was a mountain of tears, suffering and pain
And no ones life would ever be the same.
Then a second mountain was built
And it was higher than the first.
This mountain was built with the
strongest material known to man.
HOPE! In our hearts and our minds it will stand.
Each time hope is fed, there lies another bed.
And as each bed is filled
The mountain gets higher still.
But it was he who climbed the mountain
Of tears, suffering and pain.
And because of it he took away the shame.
And this mountain came to be.
because CHRIST Made a sacrifice
for you and for me.
And if we was able to put HOPE
Into a color scheme
It would be the most beautiful
Rainbow that you’ve ever seen.
So every time you see a rainbow
Without a beginning and without a end
It’s because hope is building up
And that’s a guarantee my friend.
poem by Louis Rams
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In The Tiredness Of Life
The survival stage of being,
Living day by day travel in,
Travel out in division of life.
Fatigue, weary, pain,
Inside whole being;
Struggle, adversity, experiences,
Trouble, are great suffering.
The eyes feel every drops of pain,
The heart and mind combine with
Breath fade away,
To carry the cross by the way
Experience in any kind event journey,
What it is all about inside life?
all things made by choice, permission
Of God to happen, to polish the wholeness
Of being, to understand the deepest
Important of life existence,
To know the duties of life in the
lives of one individual.
The pain struggle is the source
Of a beautiful life, we cannot
experience God glory without adversity,
Though its hurting deep down inside
Outside being.
God rule, reveal his power;
Receive him in heart in the annoying soul.
In the tiredness of life, revival;
We see rainbow glistering all over,
holding God hands to the perfect
Place of peace.
The prosperity of being,
The reality of life destination.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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Justification
Sometimes I wish I was dusted.
Under a rug!
And not be dedicated...
To observe those medicated.
I wish to speak my mind,
Most times!
To those who mainline.
To escape from the unkindness,
Shown and many find!
But a growing addiction...
Restricts many to shadows.
Bleeding inside secretly.
Believing no one cares for them.
Their hopes,
Desires or their need to dream.
And 'I' find...
My heart just pounds,
When I see the young folks...
Lying cold on the ground.
And 'I' find...
No reason or rhyme,
Why society leaves these young folks to bleed!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification,
For these sickening times.
Justification,
For these human crimes.
Justification,
For these scenes to blind!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification,
For them left behind.
Nor will I find this,
Justified in these times!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification,
For these sickening times.
Justification,
For these human crimes.
Justification,
For these scenes to blind!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification!
Justification!
Justification,
For them left behind.
Nor will I ever,
Justify these crimes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poltergeist Biding Its Time
Boats of a long-lipped scar:
I play the housemaid of a truant, I don’t get too far:
When I was a ghost, I made it all the way
To Spain,
But when I died as ghost, living I came back home
Again;
And the city, and the village grew with invention,
And you could hear what they were making all night through
The swift toed streets.
They made those too, and the university, and the halogens
Over the soccer filled stamped with cleats;
And I loved a girl there,
I suppose:
I loved a girl there from the rose bushes no body
Knows;
But I had already died there.
I had already been eaten by the swifter avenues of the petty
Men-
The petty men who got her first and afterwards she wouldn’t
Let me in;
And now I sleep all night alone atop the rooftops of
Ancient high schools.
Like a laughing skull I swig my gin:
And I can almost taste her, taste her, while I kick and
Flutter like a laughing wind vane far beneath the
Swift toed airplanes,
The venal rocket ships, the unequivocally winged devices
She cleans houses in;
And it must be petty of me spending my breathless time
Repeating the abuses that she has forgotten;
But she is just a simple girl biding her time,
While I am the fruit that is really rotten:
I am the poltergeist biding its time inside a boy who is
Forgotten.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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O’er The Wide Earth, On Mountain And On Plain
O'ER the wide earth, on mountain and on plain,
Dwells in the affections and the soul of man
A Godhead, like the universal PAN;
But more exalted, with a brighter train:
And shall his bounty be dispensed in vain,
Showered equally on city and on field,
And neither hope nor steadfast promise yield
In these usurping times of fear and pain?
Such doom awaits us. Nay, forbid it Heaven!
We know the arduous strife, the eternal laws
To which the triumph of all good is given,
High sacrifice, and labour without pause,
Even to the death:--else wherefore should the eye
Of man converse with immortality?
poem by William Wordsworth
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Pain, Hope
Every time I see the light
I'm pushed back by pain
The pain that haunts me
The pain that kills me
The pain I know
Forever a knife in my back
Hope is still in my heart
I charge forward brave
The hope that keeps me
The hope that heals me
The hope I need
Forever clinging to my soul
Lonliness won't lighten up
Forever drifting alone
The pain that numbs me
The pain that fills me
The pain I know
Forever a thorn in my side
Happiness is dampened
Can't ever fade away
The hope that feels me
The hope that fills me
The hope I need
Forever stands at my side
My chest is grieving, shakes unyield
My mind is reeling, clouded and dazed
My soul is choking, echoing within me
My heart is breaking, faintly inside
My eyes are glazing, gaze unfocused
My hands are falling, dead and lifeless
The pain I have
The hope I need
The pain that kills
The hope that heals
The pain I feel
The hope I want
The pain
The hope
poem by Jordan Usselman
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God
{b-side of purple rain}
In the beginning, there was god
He made the earth, and the heavens
He gave us light to rule the day
And another light to rule the night
The lord, thy god
Made, he made the seas
He made the fruit upon the trees
When he saw, when he saw that it was good
He made a man, made a man
Only he could, only he could
God made u
God made me too
He made us all
Made us all equally
Now u say
God made u
God made me
He made us all equally
Wake up children
Dance the dance electric
There isnt much time
Who screamed?
Was it u?
song performed by by Prince
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SUICIDE is not a WANT but a NEED
Suicide is what I want
Suicide is what I need
To live without these feelings
growing within me.
You said I cut for attention
You were right on some level.
In the beginning that is what it was for
Attention.
But even though you found out
you left me alone without care or doubt
you thought that after seeing a counsler
I would be just fine
but I want what is supposed to be mine
the attention of others
and no lonliness for thee
its what I want
not these feelings within me.
Pain and suffering
is what I feel now
Pain and suffering
there is no hope now.
If you wished to help me
give up your hope
for now I am
eternally broke.
The puddle is bigger
The puddle is black
The puddle is swelling
and cannot come back.
My blood rushes forth
in a river of red
till it congrigates
and Im dead.
poem by Michelle Dickson
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Easier To Run
Its easier to run
Replacing this pain with something long
Its so much easier to run
Replace all this pain here all alone
Something has been taken from deep inside of me
The secret Ive been locked away where one could never see
Look so different, never show,
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
? ?
[mikes part]
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame and the pain I would
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all the shame and the blame
Its easier to run replacing this pain with something long
Its so much easier to run
Replace all this pain here all alone
Some things I remember but thought the soul bypassed
Bringing back these memories I wish I didnt have
Sometimes I think Im letting go and never looking back
I never really thought so, I never realized?
[mikes part]
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame and the pain I would
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all the shame and the blame
Just watch it in the sun
All of the helplessness as ive
Pretending I dont feel misplaced
Its so much simpler to change
Its easier to run replacing this pain with something long
Its so much easier to run
Replace all this pain here all alone
Its easier to run
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made
Its easier to run
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all the shame with me
song performed by by Linkin Park
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