Soul Torture Victim Seized
Individuals specimens strong in body mind
are cursed with the ability to endure suffer
far more than the weak within chaos society
people with weak hearts severe health problems
quickly perish when interrogated with brutality
beauty strength is a curse when victim seized
by puppet interrogator imposing loyalty mislead
will of despots manic creating a new world order
employing deceptions humanity need not endure.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Weak
The mind is weak
The body is weak
Too
The heart is weak
The soul is weak
Too
Weakness has
Overpowered me
I await thee
To hug me
With all your
Strength
And renew
My energy.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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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
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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
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Sonnet: The World's Aged, Need Our Help
Our world has older men more than before;
Health-carers wake up! Aged need better care;
Their problems seem so different- don’t ignore
The Elderly; no nation can then fare.
None can prevent the aging process, sure;
And die, we must someday diseased or not;
Ailments defying cure, we must endure;
Improve we can, the quality of cot.
The Elderly have served their useful terms;
They need just love, affection from young ones;
Their body frames are weak and prone to germs;
With help they can complete even more ‘runs’!
The care of Elderly is a challenge,
And needs more work; if not, it takes revenge!
poem by John Celes
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You Think I'm Weak
For those of you who think I'm weak
For my passivity and lack of violence;
When cheeks are turned for another slap,
Cruel remarks not responded to, absorbed.
Those who think I am a man of straw
When I flex in the wind,
Please recall fine steel bends,
But does not break.
Can be a rapier for truth and justice.
For those of you who think I'm weak
Be aware however I will draw a line
And stand like an immovable rock.
Not allow the bully to prevail,
Nor will I not allow evil to endure.
Will not passively stand by.
To those of you who think I'm weak,
I say, my weakness is my strength.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Come Hercules Come Prometheus
there is this man in us
that is incomplete
one with the strong body
but with a weak mind
there is this strong mind
but with a weak body
Prometheus, Hercules
they all must fuse as one
to make this man complete
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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
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Prejudice is the conjurer of imaginary wrongs, strangling truth, overpowering reason, making strong men weak and weak men weaker. God give us the large hearted charity which "bearth all things, believe all things, hope all things, endure all things," which "thinks no evil."
Men are beginning to realize that they are not individuals but persons in society, that man alone is weak and adrift, that he must seek strength in common action.
quote by Dorothy Day
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The Real Strength of a Woman
Everyone wonders what’s her secret?
The mother with 3 kids and no father to support them
The woman with cancer who still manages to come out on top
The grandmother who is forced to be a mother yet again because
Of her daughters mistakes
I wonder myself and I still have a long way to go
But I believe that they all have one thing in common….
The Real Strength of a Woman
The ability to shield themselves from the hurt while in others view
The ability to make their children believe that everything will be ok
The ability to make everything ok despite their hurdles
The ability to stay close to God despite how difficult it may seem
The ability to be strong and remain a brick wall for their loved ones
A real woman can console others even when she is worse off
She can find it in her heart to somehow give, even when no one is giving her
She can endure many hardships and sacrifices because of the ones she loves
Yet she somehow still remains strong
I still don’t fully know the strength of a woman
But every woman out there that I’ve seen, met or come into contact with
All possess these qualities in one way, shape or form
2/9/08
poem by Candice George
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Chaos, Order, Chaos, Beauty And Ugliness...
beauty must a purpose
have, for instance beauty that
gives peace and
harmony to the world,
presumably this world is a world of chaos,
and chaos is wanton
and understood to be messy and
undesirable, makes the mind
to lack the necessary focus
but what is focus for? what is thinking for?
again, you return to purpose
focus must have a purpose
and thinking must have another purpose
but what is the purpose of purpose?
seems that purpose is beauty
and that purpose without beauty is not desirable,
and so on and so forth,
people get so confused, they want order as though order itself is
beauty
as though it is one purpose that we need,
the universe must have an order
a system, every planet orbiting around the sun must have
a purpose
as though they are human beings like us
as though they are us
look at this poem, read it so well,
it has no purpose but to make you think
make you doubt
that perhaps beauty to be beauty must be wanton
and chaotic, which by itself is a reality
and reality is always
beautiful,
it has always a purpose and this is what you think it to be
right now, but is this really so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ch 03 On The Excellence Of Contentment Story 07
Two Khorasani dervishes travelled together. One of them, being weak, broke his fast every second night whilst the other who was strong consumed every day three meals. It happened that they were captured at the gate of a town on suspicion of being spies; whereon each of them was confined in a closet and the aperture of it walled up with mud bricks. After two weeks it became known that they were guiltless. Accordingly the doors were opened and the strong man was found to be dead whilst the weak fellow had remained alive. The people were astonished but a sage averred that the contrary would have been astonishing because one of them having been voracious possessed no strength to suffer hunger and perished whilst the other who was abstemious merely persevered in his habit and remained safe.
When eating little has become the nature of a man
He takes it easy when a calamity befalls him
But when the body becomes strong in affluence
He will die when a hardship overtakes him.
Troubled Times
In trouble times there is transformation of suffering,
They please us not the solemn trauma of stress,
It doesn't need to have control if the soul is strong,
You can handle the cure when humanity confesses.
More years are spent in weariness and woes,
Fewer days defy the things our soul merely endure,
They brought human toil early and leave the sorrows,
Some things we hate are not the answers we desire.
We want to rest our minds in green meadows,
With strength to guide when frail spirit grow weak,
Victory to the brave; so bring me comforts in my troubles,
And I will not fear the crumbling earthquake.
Even when I walk the salient way through the valley of death,
The priestly dew of heaven brings the mourning into joy,
I am sure when I pray strength takes all my leaping breath,
And the troubles endure make the sacrifice a greater glory.
Although with grief within we are crush; we are not broken,
Each burden bare well; are the tokens of great deliverance,
Fewer misery spell Immeasurable values to our bodies given,
A kind relief recompense of perfect inheritance.
poem by Gerry Legister
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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
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Pain
A jolt of pain goes through my body.
Making me feel weak and scared.
They say pain is only weakness leaving the body
But, When will i feel strong again.
Another jolt happens and I am weaker again.
I guess I have to endure this pain of weakness to become stronger again.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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What Is Beauty
what is beauty?
beauty to most is the appearance of others and thats what they judged on,
but to the people who step back from the world beauty is much more then that,
beauty is personality and the way u cary yourself,
beauty is looking in the the eyes of a lover,
beauty is a new day shining on the harisen,
the ability to start over and change your mind,
its telling the truth when its easier to lie,
beauty is a new babe in the arms of a loving mother,
beauty is a person with a heart who can love unconditionally and rise above the insults of closed minded men and women out there that think sex and appearance is all that maders in life,
beauty is letting your tiers show to everyone and not feel that your weak,
its standing up and letting the world know your there and your not going to back down no mader what it throws at u,
beauty is knowing that a heart of ice or stone it’s still a heart but is not been worked on enough to see what’s under the surfes
poem by Gabby Lewis
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Malformation
I renounce
exploitative
attitudes to life.
For beware this
capitalistic principle
is sticky blood
dog sacrifice altar
marks malignant curse
afflicting mind diseased
psychopath power seekers
imposing nightmare
shaping society ego shadows
Hawaiian Polynesians
once though birthmarks
were the mark of evil
branded upon
infant body
of afflicted child
traditionally
this society
once killed
all such babies
not barbaric
modern society
kills innocent unborn
in millions
planned family planning
real evil is blemish
upon soul
consuming humanity
true mark
identifying possessive
demons
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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
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Progressively Worse
Said to have a progressive mind, as they leave all morals behind,
Going on with a new code of life, while immorality all about is rife,
Progressing with a liberal cause, with no thought or even a pause,
To what the Lord God has said, and bring upon us fear and dread.
A nation is blessed abundantly, if they follow The God of Eternity,
All men prosper, to His praise, as they seek to follow in His Ways.
But, this nation, many cherish, less God’s vision soon shall perish,
While blessed will be any nation, following not man but Revelation.
This is God’s Word revealed to us, who in God have put their trust,
For His Word pervades the life, of all men who follow Jesus Christ.
As we’re to be for all, His light, pointing men to the way that’s right,
The way found in The Word of God, as we’re lead by staff and rod.
Of the Truth that we come to know, when we in Christ’s Body grow,
His Truth to all, we must spread, to turn a land from fear and dread,
To the Righteousness from above, as we spread our Savior’s Love,
Along with God’s plan of Salvation, to the hearts across this nation.
Progress, which many wish to seek, will only make this nation weak,
For the only strength that will endure, is that which is from The Lord,
The Lord God reigning over all, judging nations which from Him fall,
But exalting nations and all within, who stand against iniquity of sin.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
I Want To Be What You Need
Writer Dolly Parton
Copyright 1975
Mhm when you're not strong and need someone to lean on
Let me be your strenght when you're weak
When you need somebody to comfort and love you let mine be the arms that you
seek
I want to be what you need whatever it is come to me
You'll always know where I'll be cause I want to be what you need
When life gets to be more than you can endure my hand is always in reach
And I'm always waiting and I'm always willing to give you whatever you need
I want to be what you need...
Yes I want to be what you need
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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