Whoever brings his wife to every feast will not be lacking for headaches.
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Only You Know
Initiate.
Locate.
Eliminate.
Only you know from where,
Your headaches begin.
If there is a desire,
To have 'your' headaches end...
Requires effort.
Initiate with intent.
Locate the cause and reason.
Eliminate without hesitation,
Headaches allowed to begin...
With an ending of them.
And if you don't know?
You've got other issues involved,
To solve!
There is no need to start a campaign,
To complain about anyone causing you pain!
You have nothing to gain from it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I like being a big fish in a small pond. I'm not interested in a huge audience because it brings headaches.
Headaches
The drunkard father,
The immoral mother
The foolish sons
The ill looking daughters
And the sexy wife
Will give man headaches.
30.04.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Broken heart
Poets have broken hearts
My wife Tapaswini alleged
And without broken hearts
No one would be a poet
My wife Tapaswini clarified.
The poet wonders in his world
The poet work wonders through
His words and sentences
And my wife Tapaswini left
No space for my replied.
My wife Tapaswini left the place
Where I was and my wife Tapaswini
Could not reach me where I am
And the sparrow the crow all
Arranged their feast with joy
Where I am writing poem.
Where I was writing I was there
Where I am writing I am there
My wife Tapaswini always with me
I was not with my wife Tapaswini
While writing and the allegation
Of my wife Tapaswini I certified
And I attested One can take it granted.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Repo
I had my headaches repo-ed...
Yes repossessed.
And closed up all those loopholes.
Right off my chest.
I had my headaches repo-ed...
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
Repo-ed!
I rid myself of all burdens,
I was told I had to keep!
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
Goodbye to all that stuff on my back,
To release.
My freedom got too crowded out,
And that bothered me.
I got up one morning,
To review worth and stock.
My dividends were wearing thin,
And that had to stop.
With investments spent in groaning,
And I heard that a lot!
Repo-ed!
I rid myself of all burdens,
I was told I had to keep!
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
I had my headaches repo-ed...
Yes repossessed.
And closed up all those loopholes.
Right off my chest.
Oh yes,
I confess...
I had a repo.
Yes a repossession
My headaches repo-ed...
Right off my chest.
Yes,
Repo-ed!
And glad I got that repossessed...
With every stress I had possess,
To go...
And with a repo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Night...And Day
If not for you,
My eyes would not be open wide...
To view things the way I now do.
If it had not been for you.
And if it had not been for you,
I'd still be living questioning my doubts...
Without a thought to connect them,
To their origin.
And I'd still be tossing accusations about.
If not for you,
I'd be less aware of the importance to care...
Of others who too,
Are still blaming themselves...
Over things others do just to prove they can.
And if it had not been for you,
I would not have seen myself as a fool.
Living in the valley amongst other fools.
And I am grateful to you yes I am,
I no longer have those headaches like I use to.
And comprehend how yours have ended,
Knowing what and who cause those headaches to begin.
I thank you for 'rudely' sharing them.
If it had not been for you,
I would not have ever come to realize...
Just how many fools there are denying truth.
And living lives unaware they have been identified,
With beliefs what they do have no affect on others too.
If it had not been for you,
I'd be living my life as a bigger fool.
Believing it was pride I displayed.
Night...
And day!
Unaware I delivered headaches.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Spaewife
OH, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
Why chops are guid to brander and nane sae guid to fry.
An’ siller, that ’s sae braw to keep, is brawer still to gi’e.
It ’s gey an’ easy spierin’, says the beggar-wife to me.
Oh, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
Hoo a’things come to be whaur we find them when we try,
The lasses in their claes an’ the fishes in the sea.
It ’s gey an’ easy spierin’, says the beggar-wife to me.
Oh, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
Why lads are a’ to sell an’lasses a’ to buy;
An’ naebody for dacency but barely twa or three.
It ’s gey an’ easy spierin’, says the beggar-wife to me.
Oh, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
Gin death’s as shure to men as killin’ is to kye,
Why God has filled the yearth sae fu’ o’ tasty things to pree.
It ’s gey an’ easy spierin’, says the beggar-wife to me.
Oh, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
The reason o’ the cause an’ the wherefore o’ the why,
Wi’ mony anither riddle brings the tear into my e’e.
It ’s gey an’ easy spierin’, says the beggar-wife to me.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Man’s Wants For Woman
Man’s wants for woman are two:
One to love him and one for him to.
Mother and wife can be fit.
Lacking, he would find some elsewhere.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Release And Let Them Go By Name
How to avoid the persistence,
Of frequent headaches?
Release and let them go by name.
And be sure what is done is consistent.
Do not treat what is believe to be a migraine.
They will return for the hospitality...
One shows to host and claim to sustain,
For purposes of a popularity,
One hopes will stay unchanged!
How to avoid the persistence,
Of frequent headaches?
Release and let them go by name.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think the drummer should sit back there and play some drums, and never mind about the tunes. Just get up there and wail behind whoever is sitting up there playing the solo. And this is what is lacking, definitely lacking in music today.
quote by Buddy Rich
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My wife has brought great beauty into my life. And my daughter has brought me nothing but joy. Those qualities were greatly lacking.
quote by Christopher Meloni
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When There is Mutual Agreement
Your attempt to ignore me,
As my lesson given ny you to learn
Is lacking in one key element.
Let me share with you a tip!
For that tactic to work efficiently,
To grab hold of my complete attention
I would think,
Involving my concern
Would achieve the success you are seeking.
You do want me to notice?
Right?
In the application of your method,
To make it more effective.
Getting me to notice is important.
Without my commitment
What would you achieve?
Now,
Let's see
How can I participate to make it appear,
I am not noticing?
To react in that way you are seeking from me.
Hmmm.
When you come up with that
Let me know.
And I will practice being affected emotionally.
And
While you are in the process of doing that,
I will continue to pay you no attention.
Do you see how easy things can become
To eliminate the process of headaches,
WHEN there is mutual agreement
Any and all things are possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like birth and death
Birth brings happiness.
Parents bring happiness.
Brothers and sisters too.
So do wife and children.
Their exit one by one
Brings you much suffering.
Your death looms with suffering.
Your enemy brings suffering.
Your rivals cause suffering.
Usurpers and thieves too.
So do the wicked and cheats.
Their exit brings happiness.
Accept happiness and suffering
As you accept your birth and death.
02.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Since I left basketball, and my wife, it's been a glorious feast of lovemaking.
Feeling Headaches Occasionally PMS Intense
my PMS is secondary not primary
secondary is collateral range fallout
consequences lapping lunar cycles
birth red rose booms periodic flowers
my PMS is primary not secondary
work intense pressure creation created
back aches legs ache long sitting days
birth labour new life passage tunnel costs
your PMS is primary not secondary
i think sorry yours is bad lots of headaches
some more soon monthly regular pms headaches
post modern syndrome suffer gender regardless
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wife- better half of life
Wife is the better half of life
Give wife love affection as soul-mate
Wife is not glorified maid as said
Wife do not want money salary honorarium
Do not make hulla gulla and do not beat drum.
Mian bibi relationship should not be commercialized
Third party intervention in family relation vandalized.
Wife is not a domestic labourer
Wife is backbone of the family
The maile stone of the family
Wife is the torchlight of the family
Wife is the colorful star
Do no put any question to her.
Wife is there to give everything
Wife is not to take anything in return
Wife is the goddess.
Only mad man can say wife is a domestic servant
Make wife a wife life-partner better half
And enjoy life freely.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Tangled Up
Oh look at the sunset
It does set every day
And am really seeing it
For the first time.
We forgot what a simple
Smile does to a strained face.
like cool streams running
Through tangled trees and bushes
It brings life to a gloomy existence.
What happened to you
How did you get lost
Oh you used to light up
The world around you
But now it is lacking
Your careless laughter.
You forgot.
Sex gives imputes
Men are nice to co women staff.
Men are nice to women heads too.
A cute wife earns you many pals.
A visit with wife brings results.
Boys and girls, mixed, do well.
Sex is pivotal for the societal march.
19.04.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Solar System
What do the planets mean? and have you ever seen
Sunrise in the morn? it shined when you were born.
Saturn has rings all around it
I searched the sky and I found it
Solar system
Brings us wisdom
Then theres the milky way, thats where the angels play
Youve seen the lovers moon, looks good in the month of june
Neptune is God of the sea-ea-ea
Pluto is too far to see-ee-ee
Solar system
Brings us wisdom
The constellations are stars that form animals
Leo and capricorn, too
Star bright, star light
Make this wish come true tonight
If mars had life on it I might find my wife on it
Venus the goddess of love can thank all the stars above
Mercurys close to the sun
Youll see it when day is done
Solar system
Brings us wisdom
Solar system
Brings us wisdom
Solar
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Silly; Old Age; Marriage: Who Put The Vacuum Cleaner Away?
I biked to Radio Road yesterday while my wife vacuumed house.
When I got back she was at computer, .....quiet as a mouse.
I did a little chore or two outside before starting late day routine.
I read to my wife as she fixed the evening meal. I'm sure the house was clean.
Sometimes when she vacuums, I find the vacuum left in my way.
Then, if she's finished, I help..... by putting it in its place. Hey!
Yesterday I found no vacuum left about. My wife is getting better.
The progress of my feet (through our house) no vacuum cord did fetter.
So it was a minor shock to me what my wife said this morning.
[ It wasn't a world-shaking statement, but I had no real warning.]
She said 'thank you for putting vacuum cleaner away.' Something like that at least.
It was nothing I expected to hear from her....at our late morning feast.
[Our conversation then went something like this; I will paraphrase.]
He: 'no I didn't put it away sweetheart. Are you in a daze? '
She: 'no I'm not in a daze my dear. I'd not store it that way.'
He: 'wife, I'm not kidding you. If I'd done it I would say.'
She: 'I don't put it under the seat that way. I'd have left it neater.'
He: 'I'll challenge you to a senility test.' [I think that I could beat her.]
She: 'I'm really worried about you Bri. Who will care for you? '
Don't you remember putting it away? Please Bri, tell me true.
He: I'm telling you the truth dear wife. Why would I lie to you? '
Ok, sometimes I'm forgetful, but at times you are too.'
She: I did not put it away. I would not leave the lace on the seat askew.'
He: 'I love you dear wife. Maybe I did do it....., but I think you did....I do.'
poem by Bri Edwards
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