How can one know what ails the broken heart,
Or fathom what disturbs the downcast soul?
Wherever does faint comprehension start,
Assistance for the sufferer to enrol?
Appearances so often can belie
A hapless disposition, deep inside;
Unlike the plaster on a fractured thigh,
Alas, from all and sundry none can hide;
Compassion readily responds to seen,
While blinded to unnoticeable pain,
Sequential, thus, to rueful ‘might have been’,
Instead of wholesome healing to regain;
Physician malady can never heal,
Unless I, to him, festering wound reveal!
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Do not the thought of vengeance entertain,
A guest intent your person to consume,
Until few dregs of self-respect remain,
And gracious honour finds an empty room;
Pursuit of recompense, a tortuous route,
Is littered with the shards of broken dreams;
Traversing vile terrain can be a brute,
Assailing hapless with nightmarish screams;
Richer, by far, the more enduring trove
Of virtue, that, within the soul resides,
Like luscious fruit within celestial grove,
Requital in domain of God abides.
Reprisals have the custom to return,
Of hand that wields the fire, the fingers burn.
© Meanderings 2017
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Give me the grace my selfishness to yield,
Compassion shall its absence gladly fill;
Grant me the hapless indigent to shield,
Their long untended hungriness to still;
Give me the will intentions to sustain,
That time may not their content dissipate;
Grant grace that I my self-respect retain,
Lest mine, like other promises stagnate.
Mortals surrender easily to I,
Succumbing to unbridled appetite,
The route for all the world to go awry,
At last, declining into moral night.
To close the ever-widening divide,
Shall we build walls or bridges, let’s decide!
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Some seek the greater good e’er to promote
While some beyond themselves can never see,
Pathetic plight endemic fails to note
The need for more compassionate to be;
Raw, surfeit human senses tend to dull,
To taste, to touch, to smell, to see or hear,
No time the possibility to mull,
A future destitution spell to fear;
The needy know their bounty to embrace,
Oft willing with their fellowmen to share;
Commendable to see such selfless grace,
Ennobling gift engraved in mutual care;
Perceptive let the Present them inform,
Unwholesome to the Wholesome can transform!
© Meanderings 2016
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Not for the lack of patent wherewithal,
Nor for the want of vocal calls for care,
Indifferent man continues to appal,
Persisting to espouse the lion’s share;
No matter that a surfeit to the soul
Encumbers, even at the point of death,
Or sharing with the needy would console,
Cupidity enslaves to final breath;
Rapacious tentacles embrace the heart,
Denuding it of vestiges of life;
Compassionless awaiting to depart,
Perchance the destiny to be sans strife.
Not for the sake of human decency,
But for yourself aspire to equity!
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