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Sainthood is acceptable only in saints.

quote by Pamela Hansford Johnson
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No doubt alcohol, tobacco, and so forth, are things that a saint must avoid, but sainthood is a thing that human beings must avoid.

quote by George Orwell
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Many people genuinely do not want to be saints, and it is probable that some who achieve or aspire to sainthood have never felt much temptation to be human beings.

quote by George Orwell
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I cannot imagine any other country in the world where the opposition would seek, and the chief executive would allow, the dissemination of his most private and personal conversations with his staff, which, to be honest, do not exactly confer sainthood on anyone concerned.

quote by Gerald R. Ford
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Sainthood?

I need no kind of any love,
Let alone praises or respects.
I need no kind of any sway,
Let alone power and influence.
I need no kind of any thanks,
Lei alone gratitude and remembrance.
My ego has grown with appetite lost.
Am I a wood or in sainthood?
Who knows I have no joy nor sorrow
28.10.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Saints

They raise up saints
in the religions I've known.
And then they carve them
in white marble stone.
What have they done
to deserve such praise?
Have they done anything more
than our poor earthly slaves?

It seems to me
that they're so far away.
Why do people pray to them
every single day?
Sainthood is saved
for holy ones,
not sisters, brothers and sons,
who may not be holy
but give up their lives.
Their white marble stone
never ever survives.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Tall Figures of Giacometti

We move by means of our mud bumps.
We bubble as do the dead but more slowly.

The products of excruciating purges
we are squeezed out thin hard and dry.

If we exude a stench it is petrified sainthood.
Our feet are large crude fused together

solid like anvils. Ugly as truth is ugly
we are meant to stand upright a long time

and shudder without motion
under the scintillating pins of light

that dart between our bodies
of pimpled mud and your eyes.

poem by May Swenson
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Insanity

Killer bees swarm as would
A pack of hungry wolves, their
Beady blue eyes fixed upon my countenance,
I escape into frenzy.
My spirit, stolen and carried away by
An evil cyclone
My mind becomes the literature of the public-
-The pilferers of my thoughts.
My fantasies of sainthood,
None but idle reverie,
I climb that golden staircase to heaven
To meet face to face with God,
I hear the pounding of
Heavy footsteps that follow me-
The sun hides its face behind a cloud.
Although
I never believed in the solar eclipse-
Dream on; dream on….
I believe I heard the angels calling…

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Thoughts On Immortality

To bide beside belovèd or to stand
and serve through waiting only seems the same,
for death soon shall be shrugged off, understand
how mankind sloughs mortality, sin, blame.

Nature's ways were mystery that now
is jigsaw almost solved, regeneration
soon will bypass taboo - that holy cow
that tramples on both sainthood, sinning nation.

The Paradise some seek without delay
in Carpe Diem hides its pastures green
sublime and there's no piper god to pay
Pan plays fresh hand to trump historic scene.

How could one's death afford or pain or sorrow
when Death, left breathless, endless calls tomorrow.

(16 March 2012)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sonnet: Life Has Mixed Fortunes

If not for fools, how can some be called wise?
If not for blunders, how can learning thrive?
If not for cowards, brave men would be mice;
If not for honey-bees, where is the hive?

If not for evil, what use would be good?
If not for vices, where would be virtues?
If not for money, where would be sainthood?
If not for worldliness, God needn't review.

A corrupt world makes honest folk steadfast;
An unfair world sets good men fight a cause;
A rainy day comes from a sky o'er-cast;
Our food must have both bread and to dip, sauce.

If not for darkness, why should man need light?
If not for devils, men wouldn't need God's might,

poem by John Celes
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