God Has Mocked At Us
GOD HAS MOCKED AT US
God has mocked at us -
Made us so great to ourselves
Made us the center of our worlds
Made us feel as if we are what truly matters-
God has mocked at us -
And taught us how small we really are-
Has made us know the paradox-
Of our being central only to ourselves –
God has mocked at us and exalted us
And enabled us to attribute to God
Our own reservations about ourselves-
God has mocked at us
Do we in mocking ourselves mock God also?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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You mock what you want to do
I have mocked many things.
Most of them were beyond my grasp.
I have mocked such things
For which I had unfulfilled desire.
21.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The tricky area of sacrilege
‘He has insulted Islam! ’ they cry out,
‘Off with his head! ’
Thereby, some might say,
arrogating to themselves, Allah’s work
upon the jihad of our own true souls;
and 'infidels' might say,
watch out that you don't use
invented victimisation, for intolerance...
for shouting or whispering or even thinking
ill of God, is surely first, to damage oneself;
cutting one off from His mercy, justice, grace..
how can one insult God?
Jews and Christians say,
‘God is not mocked’…
meaning, He is all-powerful, has His own
just, merciful and graceful ways
of redeeming the lost soul…
perhaps we should cry
God is not mocked, a little louder,
that is, those of us who still believe this true…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Was Tired
I saw her again-
brushing her hair
that fell like shiny feathers.
Her eyes had mocked
her solemn face
as though a dagger
has flashed behind her gaze.
She brushed her hair
that fell like shiny feathers
while her eyes had mocked her face.
Her lips do nothing but conceal
the pain that flows like river.
I grew tired watching at her
loneliness that often speaks forever.
I was tired-
so i turned away from the mirror.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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0105 To a Nam vet
You came back to the USA, but you never made it home...
and yet, you're still around
for us to meet and greet and thank
or try to avoid, or to forget,
or try to join, in some vague sense of shame...
At what level of experience
may we try to meet you, back from hell
with decorations visible, wounds invisible?
What use are words - they just make us feel smaller and inadequate?
Just perhaps, to be there for you,
silent.
But there.
You're still around...but is life worse than death for you?
We don't like to ask; and we certainly cannot answer.
But you're still around, even just to remind us...
We the embarrassed. You're still around.
And God - God is not mocked.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Past is dust.
My childhood was not aware that
My adulthood would later mock at it.
My adulthood was not aware that
My old stage would mock at adulthood.
My senescence will be mocked at
By my soul. Every past is dust.
07.06.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but cannot be taken away unless it is surrendered.
quote by Michael J. Fox
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Down and up
Down, I am mocked at;
Up, I am jeered at.
Yet, I haven’t learnt.
01.112008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but cannot be taken away unless it is surrendered.
quote by Michael J. Fox
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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It's so easy for propaganda to work, and dissent to be mocked.
quote by Harold Pinter
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The Gift Was Given To Me
THE TGIFT WAS GIVEN TO ME
The Gift was given to me
and new worlds within
could be found and made
again and again-
If I wanted the Stars in my words
They would play their Light for me-
If I wanted Darkness
Heavens and Hells have their loss in long songs-
I knew I could write and write
many imaginary and many real things-
But what did it all mean?
I was only one more soul
in a universe where God
has given many many words
amd many many gifts
many clearly greater than mine-
What are all my searchings and singings
for Beauty and Love and Goodness
If God does not need them?
I was given a gift
and it may be I am mocked for my gift-
So I write these words too in fear, in gratitude, in irony.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Whose Land?
Men fought with fiery words
To claim their living land
On pretext of who came first
And whose god made the sand
'Justice, Justice! ' they claimed,
'Intruders are them! ” they blamed.
The Wind did carry this news
To pals- dear Apes and Oaks,
Who came with telling proof
Of their existence before man.
And by logic of man's demand
They said “Our Land, Our Land'.
'Oh No! ” said righteous man
Our ears don't hear your voice.
And justices that we frame
Are only that suits our choice;
'Justice! ” mocked the Oak.
'Selfish”, the Ape did croak.
When your heart starts to hate
To share the land you stand -
With your mind, a minute ask
To whom was given this land.
'Cause earth was made for all
And none has right to brawl.
poem by Pradeep Dhavakumar
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Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.
quote by Albert Camus
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Quizzicalness
Should i shut my eyes
like others have shut
Should i work like those
like others have worked
Should i durst not courage
Like others did not
Should i mock that mob
Like others have mocked
Should i fight my wars
Like others have fought
Should i seek my goals
Like others have sought
Should i fog in the mirror
Like others have fogged
Should i burst into tears
Like others have sobbed
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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Cow Catchers
Those days there were cow-catchers
at all serious gateways
like St.Peter’s
which made your teeth clatter
and collected water.
They were implicated in the murder
of one Moreas,
a Matador from Moraco
who had large conspicuous gap
between his bunny-like incisors. (Upper jaw) .
It was said the murder indeed took place
because the cow-catchers thought his teeth
mocked them when the paparazzi
reported a mosquito with dry wings
couldn’t find the way in.
poem by Saranyan Bee
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Valediction (for Kate McGreavy)
My true love
had a silver hair
all sprung
amidst her raven
locks
with playful pain
she mocked me
as I drew it from those
glossy strands
and looked at me
a smile that struck again
the heart her smile re-made
*
A quarter century on
comes back that moment
as I sit alone
Though she long lost & gone
I still know where
in secret
lies that cherished thread
that binds me & the one I loved
& will
‘til someone throws it out
Or I die dead.
poem by Andrew Fincham
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The mocked may grow up to dignity, but the mocker will never outgrow his juvenile behaviour.
The Way It Is (Aphorism)
Freedom can be mocked
And Memories, forgotten
Love can be unlocked
But Death takes all of men.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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And What Shall You Say?
Brother, come!
And let us go unto our God.
And when we stand before Him
I shall say--
"Lord, I do not hate,
I am hated.
I scourge no one,
I am scourged.
I covet no lands,
My lands are coveted.
I mock no peoples,
My people are mocked."
And, brother, what will you say?
poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter
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A patriot is mocked, scorned and hated; yet when his cause succeeds, all men will join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.
quote by Mark Twain
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