Philosophers Who Cannot Believe In God
foolish philosophers cannot believe in a God
who would take on mortal frail flesh die
a shameful extremely public painful death? Why?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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God Uses Whoever God Chooses
God uses who God chooses
God chose what is foolish in the world
to shame the wise; (wise in their own words)
God chose what is weak in the world
to shame the strong; (opinionated in own egos) 1Corinthians 1: 27
fools cannot accept a defeated Saviour?
foolish philosophers cannot believe in a God
who would take on mortal frail flesh die
a shameful extremely public painful death?
why because flawed philosophers
cannot live outside inflated ego bubbles?
demand ego tribute worshippers
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Years have passed since I have set foot in a comedy club. If the comic is doing badly it's painful, and if the comic is doing brilliantly, it's extremely painful.
quote by Dick Cavett
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There Are Poems Too Painful To Be Written
THERE ARE POEMS TOO PAINFUL TO BE WRITTEN
There are poems too painful to be written
Poems also too shameful-
And poems that cannot be said,
Because of the pain they would give others.
No one can tell all their truth
Without hurting too much.
Silence may be sacred
Hiding – True Love.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Psalm 89 part 6
v.47ff
L. M.
Mortality and hope. A funeral psalm.
Remember, Lord, our mortal state,
How frail our life! how short the date!
Where is the man that draws his breath
Safe from disease, secure from death'?
Lord, while we see whole nations die,
Our flesh and sense repine and cry,
"Must death for ever rage and reign?
Or hast thou made mankind in vain?
"Where is thy promise to the just?
Are not thy servants turned to dust?"
But faith forbids these mournful sighs,
And sees the sleeping dust arise.
That glorious hour, that dreadful day,
Wipes the reproach of saints away,
And clears the honor of thy word:
Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Women kill men in their sport.
When love at first instant is turned down,
it is a foetus death, painless.
When it is admitted and thrown out,
it is an infantile death, painful.
When it is grown and left barren,
it is an adulthood death, much painful.
When love is built but then split,
It is a death by accident, pain unbearable.
Why does not woman understand it?
26.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Punishment
There never really was a place of sanctity
For you, the mortal entity.
You thought you had prosperity,
The while you thrived and were.
Angels don't exist, you see.
You lived without a guarantee
Atop your brutal Earth.
Still, you had a birth.
And whither now, your crying whim -?
Answered by a tearing limb-?
Are you contrite; your valour slim?
And will He care...?
'Tis down to Him.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter,2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death’s Too Near
Death, you’re standing rather near!
Don’t you understand the fear
You trigger deep within my soul–?
The terror sprung by such a ghoul
Of dark and hideous hue!
Now you’re rattling on my door!
I’m sure I threw you out before –
Methinks you really need to learn!
So leg it please and ne’er return
To haunt me ‘gain, now shoo!
Gain a sense of social pride, and
Keep your bearing far and wide –
Perform the deed when I am done –
Be free and loose to have your fun
When I’m too frail to turn and run,
But now I’ve living to do!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
quote by R.W. Emerson, Self-Reliance
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A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
Ralph Waldo Emerson in Self-Reliance
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0989..... Death! Death! Death!
I don't fear Death
I don't invite Death
I wish I Taste It, But
I wish it's Peaceful
And not painful.
For, I can not not exist
I am Eternal, For
I see me in You,
In everything,
I don't fear Death
I Love Sleeps n Dreams
Death, a little Long Sleep.
For, Universe is Closed System;
As Clausius said
Sum Energy is Constant.
Where Can I go after
My Death, Only to
comeback elsewhere,
A little Hide and seek, like
Changing Dresses
All Beginnings must End
All Ends must Begin
Coins should have Two Sides
I come only to go back,
And to come back later again
I don't fear Death
I don't invite Death
I wish it's only
Peaceful, Not painful
Oh! God, please Grant my Request!
(12-04-2010, Chennai)
poem by Gan Chennai
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And then the conditions of safety - or lack of safety - for teachers in public schools, and the disparity between public schools and private schools is shameful.
quote by Warren Beatty
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I’m O.K. Jack
Death be nimble,
Death be quick,
Death blow out
My mortal wick.
Death and the Woman
(After Schubert)
Death was not nimble,
Death was not quick,
But death blew out
Her mortal wick
With cancer.
poem by Fred Babbin
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Death
Death is forever
So don't flirt with suicide
Death is painful
Stay away from knives
Death is not for lovers
So don't lie
Death is not for me
So don't even try
Death is clever
So be careful
Death is never fun
Stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing
So don't get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair
So get use to it
Death is always occurring
So don't ignore it
Death is never what you expected
Sorry but it has to happen
Death is not for you
Please don't give up
Death is forever
Don't forget it
(5-15-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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It is extremely arrogant and very foolish to think that you can ever outwit your audience.
quote by Twyla Tharp
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An Inward Cry
Begging, of course, is shameful.
To accept alms is painful.
They come without a labour.
As such they are sweet.
The disabled, the invalid
And the paupers have to beg,
Braving the shame and the pain,
With an inward cry nonstop.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Death, My Final Part
A tower grim; a glowering darkness,
And only brown of red the other hue
– I saw it in the distant eyes –
And yes, He knew, but focussed only
On the mortal soul of mine –
After all, He had a role to play,
And wine: my shivering blood to quaff!
If only I could Him betray –
To break the seal of destiny;
Escape the lone cacophony
That emanates from wailing minds!
Damn the fate of His – it awes and blinds!
But oh! the mighty hammer strikes a toll;
The slow approach of Him upon the knoll
Commences exudation of a dying heart.
Endorsing all, I honed my final part.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Politician's might, People's right
Public elect to make their representative
As member of house for welfare of society;
They think they are in house for sovereignty
Public who created, forget their nativity.
Public elect and make them mighty member.
Larger group creating smaller, is a mother.
Son enjoys power and wealth without cap
But mother is left for starvation and rap.
If a mother delivered but still suffer pain
What more can be shameful for that son.
Deprived of rights promised in constitution
But has no right to claim compensation.
(c) S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Shadows Of Darkness
Shadows of darkness fall over thee,
and a shroud of pristine white covers you.
Death is forming soul, and his raptures be.
I can no longer comfort you,
in this hour of your need.
Death has taken you too far from me.
A stone husk is all that’s left.
No warmth there within your breast,
no heart beating to keep you warm.
Nothing but a cold piece of flesh.
Stiff you become, as the hours grow long.
Your gone forever from this mortal life be,
no longer to touch or smell the fresh air,
‘cause death is your partner now, not me.
poem by David Harris
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Painful Solitude
Painful rejection
Your silence speaks volumes
Solitary dove flies alone,
Looking for a place to belong,
She is lost, heart full of pain
Will she ever be able to sing again?
Painful illness
My body agony
My mind endures
Painful isolation
Painful solitude
Painful loneliness
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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