Your name to die
The son, if strong, will replace your name;
The son, if weak, will displace your name.
Either way you will lose your name later.
05.07.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Oooo...Oooo-Oooo Wee Ow-ouch!
'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!
'More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.'
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!
She says I'm on a pacifier.
Unreliable with too many needs.
She says I'm heat under the sheets...
But she's the one who buys the food we eat.
She says I'm not dependable at all.
And by herself she does the best she can alone,
To make all ends meet!
When bill collectors call.
And,
She's more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.
More dominant and not the weak one?
More dominant and not the weak one?
Submissive when she comes to the bed.
Prepared to get her needs met!
And I am ever ready.
I've lost my job and the kids are fed.
I do the best I can...
But I'm not making the bread.
And my ego's thinly spread.
When the work I've done is meager.
And the words I hear from her...
Are wrestling in my head.
'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
And if I leave my family...
I'll lose my life instead.
'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Lettin Go In A Relationship.
a relationship is always rough,
and sometimes i love you is not enough,
sometimes breaking up is for the better,
sometimes you think you can make it thru the weather,
sometimes you wanna keep holding on,
but by this time the pain is only moving on,
sometimes is better just to let go,
and sometimes is just best to say no,
what was once strong is now weak,
your heart took a taste of defeat,
sometimes all thats left is to say goodbye,
but you'll always wish you gave it one last try.
1/06/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
poem by Jose Murguia
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Who Let In The Rain
Things like this
can always take a little time
I always thought
we'd be together down the line
we start to fight
and can't get over what was said
'cause you see black and white
and I see red
And I wonder who let in the rain
you know without you
I'm not the same
when love gets strong
people get weak
sometimes they lose control
and wind up in too deep
they fall like rain
who let in the rain
I make the bed and cover
where you used to sleep
I'm smoothing over promises
made in these sheets
I envy lovers passing by
out on the street
'cause what they have
I couldn't keep
And I wonder who let in the rain
you know without you
I'm not the same
when love gets strong
people get weak
sometimes they lose control
and wind up in too deep
they fall like rain
who let in the rain.
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper from Hat Full Of Stars
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Bullied
Try to be,
Me,
For a day,
And you'll say hey,
Your life is bad,
So be a good lad,
Don't bully me,
Cause you see,
You make me,
Angry.
I become frightened,
And you become enlightened.
Do you enjoy being mean,
And having more green?
Well,
I don't.
Please stop,
Before you get hurt.
I might be weak,
But I am strong.
You might be stronger,
But your weaker.
I'ld like to say,
That you weight,
Alot more,
Then I.
Please don't bully me,
Please don't hurt me.
I am weak,
But strong.
You are strong,
But weak.
So be strong like me,
Cause I'm real angry.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Get Weak
When Im with you
I shake inside
My hearts all tangled up
My tongue is tied its crazy
Cant walk, cant talk, cant eat, cant sleep
Oh, Im in love, oh Im in deep cuz baby
With a kiss you can strip me defenseless
With a touch I completely lose control
til all thats left of my strength is a memory, wo...
I get weak when I look at you
Weak when we touch
I cant speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak when youre next to me
Weak from this love
I cant speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak
Convincing eyes, persuasive lips
The helpless heart just cant resist their power
You know youve got a hold over me
You know youve got me where I want to be cuz lover
Like a wave you keep pulling me under
How Ill ever get out of this I dont know
I just know theres just no way to fight it, wo...
I get weak when I look at you
Weak when we touch
I cant speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak when youre next to me
Weak from this love
Im in deep when I look in your eyes
I get weak I get weak I get weak
Just a kiss you can strip me defenseless
Just a touch I completely lose control
til all thats left of my strength is a memory, wo...
I get weak when I look at you
Weak when we touch
I cant speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak when youre next to me
Weak from this love
I cant speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak I get weak I get weak
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Nature’s role
Laws are made by weak men
To contain strong mass.
When law breaks down, it means
The Nature has come to action.
12.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To Run and Hide
To run: To run and hide
Afraid to face the giants that arise
Strong man, strong man
Now too weak to stand
All courage tis faded
With an unseeming fate he's faced
That of a great seasoned warrior
Who now is no longer conqueror
To hide: to run and hide
Unwilling to face the divide
On the bullet teeth break
As devastion fear leaves in its wake
Unable now to face tomorrow
Refusing to take that which is hard to swallow
Impending doom now closing in
On he who shuts himself in
To run and hide, to run and hide
Will only a little time bide
Till your fears you will face
As you are caught by your greatest test
Strong man strong man
Now too weak to stand
To run and hide
Will with defeat concide
Strong man strong man
Now too weak to stand
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
No repentance
Be it a fight or a dispute,
The weak is conscious of the strong.
The weak will cursingly give up.
The strong will guiltlessly wind up.
07.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fabled Gunslingers
Life choices firmly fatally made...
the legendary quick and the dead.
Who will be fabled gunslingers...
stepping out at stake out Ok Curial?
Quickly choose your coveted ground
draw skillfully out gunned quickly lose.
Who are the strong ones?
Some are frontier far stronger bred.
Rough Riders others choose not to be.
Some are strong enough to choose.
Strong enough to make a stand.
Strong enough to win or lose.
Strong enough to die drawn gun in hand
right or wrong stamping a mark upon the land.
Strong enough born to choose win or lose
infamous how they will live how they will die.
Mortuary postmortem prognosis
‘died from a case of lead poisoning’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Not Enough
Theres nothing you can say
Nothing you can do
Theres nothing in between
You know the truth
Nothing left to face
Theres nothing left to lose
Nothing takes your place
When they say
Youre not that strong
Youre not that weak
Its not your fault
And when you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope youre well
Theres nothing left to prove
Theres nothing I wont do
Theres nothing like the pain
I feel for you
Nothing left to hide
Nothing left to feel
I am always here
When they say
Youre not that strong
Youre not that weak
Its not your fault
And when you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope youre well
What you want
What you lost
What you had
What is gone is over
What you got
What you love
What you need
What you have is real
Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough, Im sorry
Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough...
When they say
Youre not that strong
Youre not that weak
Its not your fault
And when you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope youre well
Its not enough
No
Its not enough
Its not enough
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Brush With Death
This poem is dedicated to all those who have fallen in battlefields for their respective countries. May they never be forgotten for the sacrifice they gave.
Every day on the frontline of a battlefield,
soldiers have a brush with death.
Some lose, others win,
and for the others death will have to wait.
Each morning they wake up to see the dawn
never knowing if this is the last one.
They think of their families
who wait for them on a distant shore.
They say life is a survival of the fittest,
but death never sees it that way.
It does not matter how weak or strong you are.
If death chooses you to fall, you will.
Therefore, our soldiers go to war
to where the battle lines are drawn.
All of them hope, but not expect
to wake up to see another dawn.
30 April 2009
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The strong will protect the weak and, in return, the weak will serve the strong.
Day May Come...
Changing seasons,
Changing days of my life.
I have a reason,
A reason to be alive.
No these failures,
Can’t get to me.
And so is the same,
With tears and smiles.
I’ve been alone for long,
Long roads to travel,
I’ve bin in the hearts,
Of the weak, n the strong,
To lose control now,
Of this life i’m leading,
I have a good feeling,
That sorrows end, i don’t pretend,
That day may come...
Life gives you,
Lot of things to live for.
May be I am blinded,
Too blinded by my pride.
Must shed the mask,
To see all the happiness,
These glares that i wear,
Preclude my vision beyond the tide.
I have bin long for long,
Not long enough to forget...
Long roads to travel,
I’ve bin in the hearts,
Of the weak, n the strong,
To lose control now,
Of this life i’m leading,
I have a good feeling,
That sorrows end, i don’t pretend,
That day may come...
poem by Arshaj Gaikwad
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Chain Of Life
Every chain is made of links
just as our life befalls.
Each time we met someone
whether it is near or far
we add another link to our chain of life.
As our years, multiply
so will the links on our chain.
When we lose a link,
we find another to replace it
and our chain of life goes on.
19 May 2009
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Plus and minus
The brave reign over slaves;
Slaves submit to the brave.
The strong prevail on the weak;
The weak succumb to the strong
Woman is brave.
Man is strong.
Both rule each other.
one mentally and
the other physically.
Harmony wheels
02.10.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Oh, The Sermons!
Season aren’t feasible
By the duress of convention
And no conclusion is without bias.
Conclusions could be geographical!
The strong are the weak
The weak are the weak
They have lost nothing
And are still no champions.
The weak are no heroes
The weak could never dare for will
The strong are comforted by memories
The act of memory transcending
The submerged to trance.
But that precarious art would
Ever dilapidate earth.
True will original mentor
The strong can resume from their pause.
It only takes the fallen to
Uphold a belief. You alone can
Describe what is in it.
Oh, don’t you see? Don’t you see?
Let the laughter of babies inspire you
They laugh without restriction.
Adults laugh half way
Adults are always hampered by sorrow
They only go for laughter evanescent
There is still a vacuum
And nothing fits this vacuum
But the vacuum wasn’t there in childhood
Babies have will
But adults never know when
Such absconds
Oh, where are the sermons of life?
We know in life,
some seasons are more dominant.
poem by Nichola Okoro
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Should I?
And I wonder again
Will I lose you if I speak
Your more than a friend
But are we strong? Are we weak?
If I tell you my thoughts
Will you run from the sound?
If I carried the lot
Would it be too profound?
But what is life without risk?
What else should I say?
So Ill jump the abyss
And I'll say whats to say
But maybe,
Maybe another day
poem by Rue Kendra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
So Weak, Yet Strong
1. Who says I am weak
Who says I am feeble
Who says my bones are tender
Who says my teeth cannot chew bones
Let the weak say I am strong, yes the strength of the
Lord is made perfect in my weakness, so who says I am weak.
2. Have you not heard?
Have you not seen?
Have you not noticed that the Lord gives strength to the weak,
and makes their feet strong.
Yes, in faith is my strength
In his name I am fortified
In his blood I am shielded, so who says I am weak
3. Have you not heard that I can do
All things through him who gives me strength
Have you not seen that those who wait on him shall always renew their strength.
Are you weak?
Do you feel feeble?
Do you feel tender and fragile?
Then wait on God for strength, wait on him for his counsel
Wait on him for his laughter for the joy of the Lord is always your strength
Keep, Keep and K E E P his joy alive forevermore
poem by Cute Faces International
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Be the man
Be it right or wrong
The strong can still be strong
But the rules, if wrong
Can make a strong man weak
There's strength in weakness
If you fail to see with laziness
Forget your rules of hastiness
You are only weak, when you feel you're not strong
It's not about you...still not your fault
Don't play your creative strength to a halt
Don't be quick to startle or jolt
Play bold on your weakness, and be the man.
poem by Vyktor Ekott
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!