Writing has become such an outlet for me that when I don't have it, I just get pent up.
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Outlets for wastes
Gossip is a harmless outlet.
Writing is a handy outlet.
Cursing is an easy outlet.
Vent your aggressiveness through these.
10.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Well, I'd had the Fat Mattress earlier as a writing outlet for songs and that.
quote by Noel Redding
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To add an AC outlet, for example, you just drill a circular hole in the wall, tap into the wiring, add the outlet and you're set. If you don't want it, pull it out and plaster over it with more earth to seal the hole.
quote by Randy Bachman
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I Come Alive In Writing
I come alive in writing
Even if the writing means nothing to anyone else-
I come alive in writing
Even if I am totally deluding myself as to its value-
I come alive in writing
Even if at times while writing there is an underlying hopelessness and despair -
I come alive in writing
As if writing is what God has given me to do-
I come alive in writing
As if through it I can truly give to and help others-
I come alive in writing
As if life has meaning through it-
I come alive in writing
Even when I sense the writing is not good or great
As I would wish it to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Pent up lust
The pent up lust like the pent up anger
Is the sealed boiler, bent to explode.
The spent out lust, like the spent out anger,
Is lidless cauldron, empty by vapour.
Men are pent up and harlots are spent out.
Where is the juice of life?
03.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The civilized society
I am in a civilized society.
No outlet for hatred.
So I watch violence in movies.
No outlet for libido
So I watch blue films.
I am in a civilized society.
08.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An easy outlet
Is it because I am a Montague
And that you are a Capulet
That we seek for an outlet?
Is it because we find in each other
What we longed for
That we pull each other?
Is it because it is a mirage
To us, who are in cages
That we look for a vantage?
Is it because I came to the stage,
Volley away from your age
That we are in safe passage?
Is it because we are in stress
To stray away from monotony
That we strike a harmony?
Whatsoever it may be,
We find in our love rhythm.
That give us due rhymes
Should we plug a harmless outlet?
11.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Dying Race
My friend Kessa’ and I
Always loved writing
Poetry was our favorite
Everyday on the old yellow school bus
Number 6 or 149
She and I would read to each other
What we had come up with
The night before
I was always a little
Green with envy
Because her writing seemed much
More mature than mine
But one day we realized
That poetry was dying
Even though so many people
Write it all over the world
Poetry has lost it’s fame
Kessa had started a poetry club
But no one showed except me
We wondered why that was
For poetry was a wonderful
Thing
A great outlet
When things went wrong
Which they always did
To me it has become the dying race
Hanging on a thin thread
Of life
What miracle will happen to keep it float
Who will make difference
To relight poetry
In everyone’s mind?
poem by Sydne Morris
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And I'm writing
The purpose of writing poem
Is not known and I'm writing.
Excuse me, I'm writing
And writing
And writing is natural
As natural as wind
As natural as light
And I'm writing
Writing and pervading
Everywhere.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Pity and hatred
Pity for one is due to hatred for the other;
Hatred for one is due to pity for the other.
Gossip is an outlet of hatred.
Anger is an outlet of pity.
22.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Basement Is Fear
Love is fear; so is anger.
Fear to lose that you love
And fear to get that you hate
Manifests as love and anger.
Tears are outlet of anger.
Joys are outlet of love.
The basement is fear.
(08.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The basement is fear.
Love is fear; so is anger.
Fear to lose that you love
And fear to get that you hate
Manifest as love and anger.
Tears are outlet of anger.
Joys are outlet of love.
The basement is fear.
08.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Planning to write is not writing. Outlining, researching, talking to people about what you're doing, none of that is writing. Writing is writing.
quote by E.L. Doctorow
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Writing The Words
I’m writing this at your funeral.
As I watch all the people in tears.
I wish I could join them,
But I know I have to be strong.
I’m writing this on my hand,
No paper to get it down on.
I want to remember your funeral,
So I’m writing this to honour you.
I’m writing the thoughts that pop into my head,
Making sure they are only the best.
I have to remember,
Because I couldn’t live with myself if I ever forgot.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
As people dropp flowers onto your coffin.
I stand up to dropp my own,
Blue, unlike the others, because I know it’s your favourite.
I’m writing this through the ceremony,
Because if I listen to the words I’ll cry.
And I know I can’t, for you,
I have to keep it together.
I’m writing the words I want to say,
To make people remember how much love you gave.
Because I want them to know,
How much of it you gave to me.
So, I’m writing this at your funeral,
To stop myself from shedding a tear.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
So that I never ever forget you.
poem by Rachel Brewer
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On Writing
is talking aloud to myself
i'm the first recipient of my communication,
first translator of my emotion into words.
first witness to the subtle unfolding within
writing is my strength.
writing is my weakness too
to me writing is meditation.
writing is prayer!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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When I'm writing about reality, I'm writing about death. When I'm writing fiction, I'm writing about life.
quote by Ralph Peters
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I enjoy writing, sometimes; I think that most writers will tell you about the agony of writing more than the joy of writing, but writing is what I was meant to do.
Birdhouse In Your Soul
Im your only friend
Im not your only friend
But Im a little glowing friend
But really Im not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
Its a simple message and Im leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My storys infinite
Like the longines symphonette it doesnt rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Im your only friend
Im not your only friend
But Im a little glowing friend
But really Im not actually your friend
But I am
Theres a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
Id be fired if that were my job
After killing jason off and countless screaming argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(and while youre at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
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The dial-a-song version has the following significantly altered lyrics:
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
Out when youre all by yourself
Theres a time when even you get up and leave your nothing to dwell
I dont want to talk about that
And no one listens to that
But for the one who does, and shes the one you worry about
Dont you say anything
If you have anything to do with it
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Id like to cover the earth
With a fresh-baked yummy dessert
People couldnt live in it, but I think its worth the money and hurt
cause I couldnt tolerate
All the empty places in the world
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I dont feel thirty
Give me something to write on
I dont feel three hundred
Give me something to write on
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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And So I'm Writing...
I'm hard-pressed for time,
yet I do have the heart
And so I'm writing
Know not what to pen down,
have a paper to write on
And so I'm writing
May be I'll write about 'you and me'
Or may be of 'us and them'
Feel like playing with words
And so I'm writing
May be that starving beggar's hungry looks
Or that homeless Child's beckoning eyes
Are making me scribble these lines to you
And so I'm writing
May be you'll find my words vague
Or you might decipher a meaning
Intend to leave you in the oblivion
And so I'm writing
Whatever might be the impression I create
Wish to see its reflection on your soul
And leave an imprint on your mind
And so I'm writing
May be you and I've become immune
To the pathos of mankind
Or may be there's still
A dropp of humanity flowing deep within us
Wish to arouse 'The Human Being' in you
And so I'm writing...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Fixed Like This
Assessing itself to have no outlet,
A mind tired with its allotment...
Begins to burn out.
Choosing to regurgitate a repeated point of view.
And feeling stuck without adventuring...
Beyond the familiarity of daily complaints.
Is a mind fixed like this within a self centeredness.
With wishes for nothing else to do.
Assessing itself to have no outlet,
A mind tired with its allotment...
Begins to burn out.
And very little can be said,
To those with minds encased within thick heads.
And making attempts to convince with opinion,
Eventually will be observed to make no difference.
Determined is this kind of mind to find negativity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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