I Have Mothered It All
My children, you are all grown up,
And walk tall with ease and confidence.
I am and I was, as I was long before,
Change for me meant no change at all.
Hope and despair, pain and pleasure,
I have known as my own limbs.
I bore you with hope when faced with despair,
The pain of bearing you was pleasure to me.
To your father, I was only an object,
Of desire, of service; a cushion and a doormat,
I could not raise my eyes or my voice,
To complain, to pray, implore or cry out.
Deaf and dumb I became in matrimony,
I know love is to give and ask not for returns.
Surrender I did to wishes of one and all,
My desires I bundled and threw them off.
Motherhood is all this and probably more,
Options I never had and care no more.
Let peace be with you and with me turmoil,
Swayed and uprooted I would dissolve.
poem by Ramesh Adwant
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When I Think Of Birds
When I think of birds I think of forms-
liberation in the sky
unfettered wings flying high
When I think of love
I think of passion
and of pain
When I think of death
If I think of death
I think of death
When I think of you
I think your song is true
warming icy rain
I look at pleasure
and look at pain
I look at laughter in the rain
I look at hope
and at despair
I pray, I never make it there
You are my pleasure
and my pain
you are my laughter in the rain
Words, my love, do not fail
you are my passion
greater than all flesh
you are my hope
you are my death
poem by Walter Durk
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pleassure - The Pin Cushion
'PLEASSURE - THE PIN CUSHION'
esspeecee …08.12.04.
# Compound of -
Pleasure is labile,
But of
Pain is stable
In mind lab. [1]
# Pleasure poses
Neutrino heaviness
Pain up-pulls
Tachyonic buoyancy. [2]
# Pleasure is
Entry to eventuality
Pain is
Exit from eventuality. [3]
# Pleasure is -
Snow ball
Ache-fully swells,
Pain is -
Metal ball
Anesthetically dwindles,
With the friction of life. [4]
# Pleasure is,
The pin cushion -
For de-phonetization,
Pain is pen cushion –
For vocabularization. [5]
# Pleasure is -
Compulsion,
Pleasure is -
Impulsion. [6]
# Pleasure is -
Gourmand ‘give-in’-izer,
Pain is-
Valorous valedictori-zer. [7]
# Pleasure is -
Fate maker,
Pain is -
Fate eraser. [8]
# Pleasure rewrites
Rupture,
Pain rouleaus
Rapture. [9]
# Pleasure is -
Fathomless fear,
Pain is -
Endless cheer. [10]
# Pleasure is
Insolvensization,
Pain is
Capitalization. [11]
# Pleasure is
Insoluble,
But to
Pain solvent. [12]
# Pleasure enjoys short
Muon-ic life,
But pain extends galore
Like giraffe neck. [13]
# Pleasure makes
Beside oneself,
Pain hibernates
Within oneself. [14]
# Pleasure fossilizes
Lo, pain
Evolutionizes. [15]
# Pain is the riches
To be bosomed
With pride,
Pleasure as pollution
To be purged. [16]
# Pleasure is
Allegianced alienations
Pain is
Concreted conglomeration. [17]
~: ANTICLIMAX: ~
Thro’ the spects of
Mundane vision and
In world of relativity,
Pure feeling
All doodles are but
DELUSION!
DELIRIUM! !
DREAM! !
NON-EXITANT! !
CIPHER VALUE! ! !
# PARADOX #
We’re prey,
Puppet
To both ‘P’s,
Pondering ‘P’s as
Perfect.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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But Don't Despair
Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.
But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!
So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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My Despair Comes And Goes
My Despair comes and goes
It is not the ultimate despair,
The despair of those who have forever lost hope
The despair of those who have lost what they never will regain
The despair of those for whom there is no way out
No way to begin again
No hope in any way forever
My Despair comes and goes
It is a small Despair compared to many others
When I am in it of course
I believe it like theirs Hopeless forever hopeless
But then a new day begins,
Or a friendly voice says a friendly word
Or something good and positive happens
Or the weather changes
Or some hurt goes away
Some sign comes
And slowly slowly
I am not there anymore.
My Despair comes and goes
It is not the worst Despair
Not yet-
Yesterday I was in Despair
Today I am almost already not
I pray my writing this
Will help some despairing reader feel
They too will hope again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Womb
Up from the evil day
Of wattle and of woad,
Along man's weary way
Dark Pain has been the goad.
Back from the age of stone,
Within his brutish brain,
What pleasure he has known
Is ease from Pain.
Behold in Pain the force
That haled Man from the Pit,
And set him such a course
No mind can measure it.
To angel from the ape
No human pang was vain
In that divine escape
To joy through Pain.
See Pain with stoic eyes
And patient fortitude,
A blessing in disguise,
An instrument of good.
Aye, though with hearts forlorn
We to despair be fain,
Believe that Joy is born
From Womb of Pain.
poem by Robert William Service
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The Stranger
When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?
No, rather smile away despair;
For those have been more sad than I,
With burthens more than I could bear;
Aye, gone rejoicing under care
Where I had sunk in black despair.
When pain disturbs my peace and rest,
Am I a hopeless grief to keep,
When some have slept on torture's breast
And smiled as in the sweetest sleep,
Aye, peace on thorns, in faith forgiven,
And pillowed on the hope of heaven?
Though low and poor and broken down,
Am I to think myself distrest?
No, rather laugh where others frown
And think my being truly blest;
For others I can daily see
More worthy riches worse than me.
Aye, once a stranger blest the earth
Who never caused a heart to mourn,
Whose very voice gave sorrow mirth--
And how did earth his worth return?
It spurned him from its lowliest lot,
The meanest station owned him not;
An outcast thrown in sorrow's way,
A fugitive that knew no sin,
Yet in lone places forced to stray--
Men would not take the stranger in.
Yet peace, though much himself he mourned,
Was all to others he returned.
* * * * *
His presence was a peace to all,
He bade the sorrowful rejoice.
Pain turned to pleasure at his call,
Health lived and issued from his voice.
He healed the sick and sent abroad
The dumb rejoicing in the Lord.
The blind met daylight in his eye,
The joys of everlasting day;
The sick found health in his reply;
The cripple threw his crutch away.
Yet he with troubles did remain
And suffered poverty and pain.
Yet none could say of wrong he did,
And scorn was ever standing bye;
Accusers by their conscience chid,
When proof was sought, made no reply.
Yet without sin he suffered more
Than ever sinners did before.
poem by John Clare
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A Woman's Honour
Love bade me hope, and I obeyed;
Phyllis continued still unkind:
Then you may e'en despair, he said,
In vain I strive to change her mind.
Honour's got in, and keeps her heart,
Durst he but venture once abroad,
In my own right I'd take your part,
And show myself the mightier God.
This huffing Honour domineers
In breasts alone where he has place:
But if true generous Love apppears,
The hector dares not show his face.
Let me still languish and complain,
Be most unhumanly denied:
I have some pleasure in my pain,
She can have none with all her pride.
I fall a sacrifice to Love,
She lives a wretch for Honour's sake;
Whose tyrant does most cruel prove,
The difference is not hard to make.
Consider real Honour then,
You'll find hers cannot be the same;
'Tis noble confidence in men,
In women, mean, mistrustful shame.
poem by Lord John Wilmot
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Panic
Fear
Heartbeat
Pain
Tears
ConfusionQuestions
Hope
Despair
Submission
Loss
Fear of the unknown; panic
Heartbeat pounds in your ears
Pain courses through you like fire
Tears trickle down your face; like diamonds; like ice
Confusion is your only thought
Questions race to you; from you; through you
Hope refreshingly appears; cleansing like water
Despair returns; drying up hope; panic returns
Submission to these pulsating emotions
Loss of control; of innocence
Fear, once more; forever
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Sonnet XXVI: I Ever Love
To Despair
I ever love where never hope appears,
Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care,
And my life's hope would die, but for despair;
My never-certain joy breeds ever-certain fears;
Uncertain dread gives wings unto my hope,
Yet my hope's wings are laden so with fear
As they cannot ascend to my hope's sphere;
Though fear gives them more than a heav'nly scope,
Yet this large room is bounded with despair;
So my love is still fetter'd with vain hope,
And liberty deprives him of his scope,
And thus am I imprison'd in the air.
Then, sweet despair, awhile hold up thy head,
Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.
poem by Michael Drayton
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Room Service
Im feelin low, no place to go
And Im a-thinking that Im gonna scream
Because a hotel all alone is not a
Rock and roll stars dream
But just when Im about to shut the light and go to bed
A lady calls and asks if Im too tired or if Im just to dead for
Room service, baby I could use a meal
Room service, you do what you feel
Room service, I take the pleasure with the pain
I cant say no
My planes delayed and Im afraid
Theyre gonna keep me waiting here till nine
Then a stewardess in a tight blue dress says
I got the time
But just as Im about to take my coat and get my fly
She says oh please, shes on her knees
And one more time before I leave I get some
Room service, baby I could use a meal
Room service, you do what you feel
Room service, I take the pleasure with the pain
I cant say no, no
In my home town, Im hangin round
With all the ladies treatin me real good
A sweet sixteen lookin hot and mean says
I wish you would
But just as Im about to tell her yes, I think I can
I see her dad, hes getting mad
All the time he knows that Im in need of
Room service, baby I could use a meal
Room service, you do what you feel
Room service, I take the pleasure with the pain
I cant say no
Room service, baby I could use a meal
Room service, you do what you feel
Room service, I take the pleasure with the pain
I cant say no, I cant say no
Room service, baby I could use a meal
Room service, you do what you feel
Room service, you take the pleasure with the pain
I cant say no
Room service, well maybe baby, room service
song performed by by Kiss
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Love For Sale
If you walk in the red light at night
In the black velvet hour
If you look you will see their delight
Theyre the purest of flowers
Theyve got love for sale
The money they earn when everybody wants them
Money for pleasure, pleasure and pain
Theyve got love for sale
Money and sex, addicted to drugs
Pleasure and pain c together they walk
Money and sex, addicted to drugs
Pleasure and pain c together they walk
What they get is addicted to drugs
To ease all their sorrows
What they get is addicted to drugs
To ease all their sorrows
Theyve got love for sale
The money they earn when everybody wants them
Money for pleasure, pleasure and pain
Theyve got love for sale
Illusions for your mind
They are just illusions for your mind...
Theyve got love for sale
The money they earn when everybody wants them
Money for pleasure, pleasure and pain
Theyve got love for sale
Money and sex, addicted to drugs
Pleasure and pain c together they walk
Money and sex, addicted to drugs
Pleasure and pain c together they walk
song performed by by Ace Of Base
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Pain and pleasure
To avoid the pain,
Some forgo pleasure.
To embrace pleasure,
Some undergo the pain.
Eyes on pain,
Pleasure is not the pleasure.
Eyes on pleasure.
Pain is not the pain.
12.02.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unwanted Children
when i looked into this childs eyes
i saw the hurt, the pain, and i began to cry.
it was a house of despair
the homeless and unwanted children
all lived there.
all their lives they searched for love
and a place to live
so much love they had to give.
all they wanted or needed
was a loving family.
is this too much to ask from you or me?
how can we go to bed, when they
have no place to rest their heads.
how can we expect these children to survive
when we turn our backs
and close our eyes.
i heard adults say: why should i shed a tear
for a child i did not conceive.
why should i be the one to bereave.
do we still not cry for the death of CHRIST?
he was conceived by another.
wouldn't you be proud
to have been his father or mother?
GOD put all these children on this earth
more than gold i think they; re worth.
let's get them out of that house of despair
and show them all that we do care.
a lttle step goes a long way
and it'll be done day by day.
poem by Louis Rams
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Philosophy 1
Locked
Between
Two fires
or three
Waiting
waiting
waiting
Depress ed
depressed
despair
despair
despair
Hope
hope
hope
hope
Waiting
Pai n
pain
pain
pain
waiting
for
Hi s
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy
Forgiven ess
Fed up
Fed up
Yet fed up with hope
Or so to say:
Fed With Mercy....
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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I don't know what to say....
When my old love for you dies a new love blooms. If I loved myself as I love you, a God I would become. When I am lost in the desert of despair, my memory of you is my mirage. A river of sweetness is your tears, their passion is my elixir. If there be no pleasure in our love anymore, than the pain of the pleasure once felt is my consolation. To others peace is the love of solitude, you are the love of my solitude. My heart is lost in thy abyss, and its dark depths I cry. O sweet love O sweet love! My love is in thy sigh. Thy voice brings sweeter messages than the angel Gabriel. If thou chose to hate me, I hate myself the more and thy hate I love, like hate has never been loved before. Underneath the veil of thy shadow my soul does softly glow. On thy skin, my color, does so eloquently express, the universal of love that beats in every poet's chest. I don't know why my heart beats the chords of love to me this day, but I hope they beat forever and to this charm I pray….. When thy speak of being misunderstood, my love echoes in thy heart. If I were to die, all my dreams and aspirations would be attained by thy one sweet breathe no death could take away. God should not give thee to one, one should give thee to God. I have nothing else to say, but sometimes all the expression of the beauty of the love I feel for you gets stolen by three words… I love you.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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A Roller Coaster Ride
Walk down to the streets of hell
A man so insane, and a story to tell
Call him bipolar or mentally insane
Why is it me to suffer the pain?
I've climbed the walls of insanity
And ridden the waves of despair
There is none to comfort and none to care...
I've locked up inside me how badly that bodes
Now I am just scared that one day I'll explode...
He's made my life so miserable, a rollar coaster ride
I feel scared of my existence and emotions that I hide...
Home seems like a prison, miles far away
Seven seas across I kneel and pray
Oh God! Please help me and ease my pain
And wash away the ills with rain
Help me raise my little boy with strength that I can adhere
Make my wishes and dreams come true and take away my fear
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Scandalous Life
Im the king of the city of broken hearts
Ill let you in, but nobodys gotten out alive yet
No saint, no sinner, no sinner, no saint
But theyve all come looking for some satisfaction
Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain
No I cant give you what you want
But I can give you what you need baby
Ill be your lover but Im not your friend
Cause when your heart it breaks
Wont be round long enough to pick it up
Yeah baby
Ive lived a scandalous life
Dont try to change it and dont mistake it
Ive lived a scandalous life
And in the end Ill be the one to take your heart and break it
Sure enough, youve got men with more money and grace
Ill make love til the sweats running down my face
Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain
Yeah youve got it if your looking for some action
Ill take you to heaven
Heaven and hell
Though I dont give you what you want
I can give you what you need baby
Though you just might regret somebody like me
But when your legs are shaking
Youll know I know just how to serve it up
Yeah baby
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Despair Is Darkness
DESPAIR IS DARKNESS
Despair is darkness-
Despair is death inside and death in the world and death in one’s own sad soul-
Despair is no way out -
Despair is the place where one is forever stuck -
Despair is the realization that one has done what one could – and one is not going anywhere else-
Despair is the admission of failure-
Despair is no sign of help anywhere around-
Despair is so much lost-
Despair is one‘s life is over-
Despair is regret-
Despair is the sense that one will never have the time to have another chance -
Despair is ‘it’s finished’-
Despair is no way out-
Despair is going down and more down and more dark and more afraid all the time -
Despair is the scream which hurts and does not stop the hurting -
Despair is the understanding that even Death will not save one -
Despair is that the pain will never end-not even with death.
Despair is no way out again and again and again- without end.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Gen Despair
Despair -
When hope is snuffed out like a guttering candle.
Despair -
When hope is sadistically excised with surgical precision.
Despair -
When hope is torn from a half-living body in huge gobbets
By rapacious beaks and ravening teeth.
Despair -
When hope is annihilated.
poem by Mill Field
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Poor Baby
Pain, pain, pain
The baby is in pain
That’s how the baby came
From a womb full of drugs
Rigid, restless, screams
The Mom is not there
She doesn’t care
Despair, despair, despair
Life is not fair
poem by Maren Louise
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