Of The Many Changes
Wives,
Be very submissive to your husbands;
For these dead bodies over here are without minds,
And of the many changes of man after death!
Opportunities are as part and parcel of our lives,
So bring in your integrated life to support my own;
And of the successful acts to identify with the African norms,
For the norms of the world are like that of the Germans!
To offer help where it may be necessary and,
Like a meeting held in the Town Hall;
But be very submissive to your husbands oh women!
You are between the ages of 12 and 27,
But who can fill a coward's grave?
For liberty is in every blow and like,
Youthful poets with their youthful acts.
Exceeding was the love you shared with me last night,
And like the need of nature to teach us all on this earth;
But like the advice given on pregnancy related issues,
The earth is now identified by the norms of the Germans.
See and approach the truth always with a positive mind,
And like the stout of the heart and the strong of the limb;
But i am face to face with my dreeams!
But who can fill a coward's grave?
And like the message from an old man to share with us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wrongs no more wrongs
Wrongful gains are cheating
What are wrongful gains?
The ones beyond the norms framed.
As the norms’ boundary enlarges
The wrongs come under the norms.
The society deteriorates.
20.01.2006.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Annex
These empty rooms
devoid of life,
behind a bookcase
in the hall.
This was, for a time,
our home
while the Germans
held the Dutch in thrall.
My wife since dead from huger,
my daughters in a common grave.
I, Otto Frank, the sole survivor.
Is there no one I can save?
Annelise, my dearest daughter,
Miep Gies gave me your book.
The Germans cast in on the floor
without a second look.
Here in your words I find
that not all of you has died.
Here your words may speak
for all who suffered, all who cried.
Its small comfort for an old man,
broken, ready for the grave,
but my girl might be a symbol
for all those we could not save.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Just One of Today's Thoughts
It's funny how we go through our life with all its hardships, tests, & disappointments. But we must realize that these things are just 'molding' tools. We're being molded by a Higher Power to become the people that He would have us to be.
WOMEN who are: positive, productive, & nurturing
independent, yet submissive
intelligent, yet willing to be educated
Women who are ROLE MODELS...
MOTHERS...
WIVES...
And God-Fearing Phenomenal WOMEN!
MEN who are: that protective provider
uplifting & positive
(and appreciative of women)
Men who are ROLE MODELS...
FATHERS...
HUSBANDS...
And God-Fearing Manly MEN!
And CHILDREN who are: individuals, yet adolescent
educated & respectful
(respected!)
Children who are ROLE MODELS...
PRODUCTIVE,
POSITIVE,
& PARTICULAR
God-Fearing Determined CHILDREN!
Thank You God! !
poem by April Mack
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A Little Token
To spend with you and muse up with your love,
Like the role of a chieftancy against this backdrop;
Where one needs a little token to move on in life.
Think of the things that you can do on this earth and,
Try to support other with your love;
For there are still some bad nuts among us.
That is the way it is and somethings will never change,
That is the way it is and some trees will never grow,
That is the way it is and some people will never learn,
And the bloodstain in her panties was a state of shock and disbelief;
But all the matured ladies delved into the matter.
I am waiting for the second red light in life and,
Tom overcome the first was like a dream;
But no matter what, my faith will lead me on.
A little token is alll that it takes on your love,
Like the unique and distinquished acts of ones mind;
But your love determins the norms and,
I am the object of desire tonight on this isssue.
Try to feel better about who you are and,
Try to keep your head above water always;
Like a message to our rich culture with,
The sadness of the past.
Beware of yesterday!
For it is full of the sadness of the past;
So try to give our a little token on this love,
For there is no Red Carpet in heaven!
Save a little and give a little to all mankind,
For it takes a little token to bring out the joy of somebody.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Truly Said
Truly said
When body is laid on earth
After meeting natural or accidental death
Decency is must for laying the wreath
Some of the souls are born to deliver good
Even though they charge money but enjoy no sweetness of food
Life and death as they see it daily and overcome
Let us pray God to help their hands and welcome
We have crematorium ground where bodies are consummated
Hindu's generally prefer dead bodies to be cremated
Decorum. Respect and honor is maintained by permanent staff
Yet some of the people among then offer their last laugh
They share grief and see that no sentiments are hurt
Even though some consideration they certainly expect
I see the gloom and tragedy take over their faces
As everybody with dead bodies make desperate rush
Even though some of the sacred norms are not maintained
But their services in this regard is certainly praised
They provide timely assistance and direct rituals
Even though for them arrival of dead bodies are just casual
As we see the services and found many lacuna in hospitals
Here the bodies are placed nicely with rituals on rose petals
Hymns are sung and atmosphere is created to make one very sad
No one can hold tears at that time without feeling bad
I devoted much of the time on this article
As I have come across many troubles
Such type of narration at length is necessary and must
As their services are to be appreciated with belief and trust
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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They're equally good
Successful men make lousy husbands;
Successful women make lousy mothers.
Husbands and wives tending their families
Are equally successful people.
06.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Another Night Fall...
Another night fall caves in
With the last streaks of the dead Sun withering out.
A night fall of no norms again!
In the dim light of the room I watched her eyes
They had a shine that was of norms very personal.
A night fall of no nostalgic flavours yet!
In the middle of my sleep I saw her sweet smile
It had the charm of an oasis amidst the desert of my nightmare.
A night fall of no exact dimensions indeed!
I know the boundaries of a small day-
I feel every night fall to be a small den thereof.
And I take refuge in its mistress`s embrace.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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At Deaths Door
When they have a short time to live
And you’ve given all you can give.
When there s nothing more you can do.
Then you make the last days of their lives
Seem like it’s been paradise.
Show all the love that you’ve had locked up inside
This is something that you should not hide.
Bring up happy memories of times
gone by, and of moments shared.
These are things in their mind that last.
Make their lives as comfortable as can be
For this is the last thing that they will see.
For some it is not easy to pass to the other side
Because fear makes them blind.
But it is a place of love and light
They will not see the darkness of night.
Don’t show your love when they are dead
Show your love while they’re lying in that bed.
They need to be loved while they’re here on earth
This is what we crave from our birth.
If the brain still functions on its own
Then so does the heart.
And from you they do not wish to part.
They are thinking the same as you
When they’re gone, what are you going to do.
Any bills that may be left behind
On your shoulders they will climb.
these same thoughts may race through
Your head, and it’s something that you both do dread.
But these are the first thoughts that
Should be put into that grave
Give them happy memories that they can save.
Let them go to the other side comfortably
And on their face- that smile you’ll see.
We’ll all be going to that other side
And will need someone to welcome us there
And the love that you showed on earth
Will now be shared.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Legacy
My dearest Love! when thou and I must part,
And th' icy hand of death shall seize that heart
Which is all thine; within some spacious will
Ile leave no blanks for Legacies to fill:
Tis my ambition to die one of those
Who but himself hath nothing to dispose.
And since that is already thine, what need
I to re-give it by some newer deed?
Yet take it once again. Free circumstance
Does oft the value of mean things advance:
Who thus repeats what he bequeath'd before,
Proclaims his bounty richer then his store.
But let me not upon my love bestow
What is not worth the giving. I do ow
Somwhat to dust: my bodies pamper'd care
Hungry corruption and the worm will share.
That mouldring relick which in earth must lie
Would prove a gift of horrour to thine eie.
With this cast ragge of my mortalitie
Let all my faults and errours buried be.
And as my sear-cloth rots, so may kind fate
Those worst acts of my life incinerate.
He shall in story fill a glorious room
Whose ashes and whose sins sleep in one Tomb.
If now to my cold hearse thou deign to bring
Some melting sighs as thy last offering,
My peacefull exequies are crown'd. Nor shall
I ask more honour at my Funerall.
Thou wilt more richly balm me with thy tears
Then all the Nard fragrant Arabia bears.
And as the Paphian Queen by her griefs show'r
Brought up her dead Loves Spirit in a flow'r:
So by those precious drops rain'd from thine eies,
Out of my dust, O may some vertue rise!
And like thy better Genius thee attend,
Till thou in my dark Period shalt end.
Lastly, my constant truth let me commend
To him thou choosest next to be thy friend.
For (witness all things good) I would not have
Thy Youth and Beauty married to my grave,
'Twould shew thou didst repent the style of wife
Should'st thou relapse into a single life.
They with preposterous grief the world delude
Who mourn for their lost Mates in solitude;
Since Widdowhood more strongly doth enforce
The much lamented lot of their divorce.
Themselves then of their losses guilty are
Who may, yet will not suffer a repaire.
Those were Barbarian wives that did invent
Weeping to death at th' Husbands Monument,
But in more civil Rites She doth approve
Her first, who ventures on a second Love;
For else it may be thought, if She refrain,
She sped so ill Shee durst not trie again.
Up then my Love, and choose some worthier one
Who may supply my room when I am gone;
So will the stock of our affection thrive
No less in death, then were I still alive.
And in my urne I shall rejoyce, that I
Am both Testatour thus and Legacie.
poem by Henry King
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Love Brewed
The phase of my love to you and,
The phase two of my act towards your muse;
Obsessed by my wealth and the elegance of your joy!
But, it is natural to express the feelings of jealousy at times.
Natural breasts,
To look attractive ans to smell sweet;
The natural act,
To look lovely and to look smart;
But, why should someone hurt you my love?
For, i will cry in my grave if i fail to fulfil my dreams for you.
Love brewed in the African pot,
With youthful acts to overcome the ageing nature of things;
And like the muse of poverty as seen around us,
But, i will cry in my grave if i fail to fulfil my dreams for you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Prefer to feel embarrassed and forward you go
It’s an embarrassing situation for you
When you are caught unawares
Of having done a thing
Or having spelt out a thing
Which you should not have
Done or spoken
You, of course, have the choice
To feel embarrassed or not
People of lower orders normally choose
Not to feel so
While people on the path of improvement
Choose to feel embarrassed
For they see opportunities
In such situations
You might have acted so
Or spoken so because
You were not aware that
You were not supposed to do so
In this case
You will come over the situation
Pleading ignorance or innocence
At the same time
In private, you feel relieved
Having learnt a lesson
And come to know a new set of rules
There is also a chance that
You might have acted so
Or spoken so
Having taken a conscious decision
Even though there is deviation from norms
And at the same time
Thinking that no one will come to know of it
Here, you make attempts to cover up
Coming out with reasons
For having done or spoken so
If you have the mind to examine,
You will come to realise
That by feeling embarrassed
Either you learnt something new
And are clear of your roles and responsibilities
Or you discover new ways of
Doing or communicating
Despite its non-conformance to
Existing rules and norms
There is also a possibility
That the rules get revised
And your ways become the norms
More often than not,
We do not do things or speak out
In an attempt to avoid
An embarrassing situation
And thus miss possible
Opportunities for improvement
So, act and express
And if in a discomforting moment
Prefer to feel embarrassed
And forward you go
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Romance Of A Bureaucrat
Change is life, though he loves status quo
Unwilling perhaps yet he accepts to bow
Before the authority's command for change
Coward in him fails to face powers' challange.
Inaction n indecision are inherent qualities
Practiced by bureaucrat by grace of almighty.
In romance he indulges with schemes n reforms
Loyalty n sincerity, never he follows such norms.
Romance of bureaucrat blurs any vision
That incorporates plans n their implementation.
Mismanagement n misconception are the basics
That train n teach him treachrous tricks.
He romances too with guv policy's formulation
As also its' circulation n on it ample discussion.
Poet; Ratnakar D Mandlik
poem by Ratnakar Mandlik
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Haiti's Strength
HAITI - do not cry-this world is standing by
we are there with shovel in hand
because we understand.
your faith and hopes will not go unheard
we will try to save every girl and boy.
men and women, husbands and wives
sons and daughters struggling and in despair
and yet with their neighbor they will share.
the little that they have to eat
and help others in the street.
you hear their cry to GOD above:
lift me up GOD- lift me even higher
let me feel your might
let me feel your fire
let me never know what it is
to give up hope or faith
keep me strong it's not too late.
so many people have died in this tragedy
is this the way that it must be.
must we see all this death and destruction
to open up our minds,
and to understand your message
that we're running out of time.
poem by Louis Rams
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C. L. M.
In the dark womb where I began
My mother's life made me a man.
Through all the months of human birth
Her beauty fed my common earth.
I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir.
But through the death of some of her.
Down in the darkness of the grave
She cannot see the life she gave.
For all her love, she cannot tell
Whether I use it ill or well,
Nor knock at dusty doors to find
Her beauty dusty in the mind.
If the grave's gates could be undone,
She would not know her little son,
I am so grown. If we should meet
She would pass by me in the street,
Unless my soul's face let her see
My sense of what she did for me.
What have I done to keep in mind
My debt to her and womankind ?
What woman's happier life repays
Her for those months of wretched days ?
For all my rnouthless body leeched
Ere Birth's releasing hell was reached ?
What have I done, or tried, or said
In thanks to that dear woman dead ?
Men triumph over women still,
Men trample women's rights at will.
And man's lust roves the world untamed.
* • * •
O grave, keep shut lest I be shamed.
poem by John Masefield (1902)
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Noted By Us All
Adoption and adaptation,
And like the redemption of my muse;
But the righteous pleasures of things are now noted by us all in this life.
Wives should submit to their husbands,
Husbands should love their wives as their own bodies,
And do not grow weary of doing righteousness;
For, the righteous pleasures of things are now noted by us all in this life!
Do not be deceived,
For whatever you sow, that will you also reap;
So work with your hands to gain the status of your life,
For, there are laws all over the world!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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God
The Creator, The Ruler, The Destroyer
All Was, Is and Shall be as per the Will of the Maker
Sun, Moon, Stars, Earth, Sky, Sea, Stone images
Are Divine in Nature, to one and all, since ages
GOD is in every bit that has Goodness
Love, Compassion, Peace, Joy and Trueness
GOD is deep within our Souls and Hearts
One shall know as Journey starts
Praying differently and in different Forms
Love, Wisdom, Faith have no Norms
Each with its own, as individual power
Everything reaches to the Ultimate Power
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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God is a referee
Fire is to burn and he will burn,
No matter who is the victim.
Air is to fill and he will fill
All the space without prejudice.
Water is to wash that it does
With no relevance to the places.
The earth is to bear that it does,
With no bias to the kickers.
It’s their nature, hence their virtues.
The ground is not accountable
For the goals scored or wounds sustained.
The collective acts of the players
Result the individuals’ fate.
Bound by fire, air, water and the earth,
One’s rise and fall is the result
Of the collective acts of the live force.
The God is mere a referee.
07.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It Fill You Up
There's something going on
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
There's something going on
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
But you don't know what it is
But you don't know what it is
But you don't have to know
You just take it for what it is (spoken)
Within this melody
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
There's more then you can see
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
There's another realm
There's another world
With kings and queens
Yeah yeah
That's why you got to face the facts
That's why you gotta testify (suggested)
You gotta do and die (suggested)
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
You got to do in that
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
You got to sing with the music and groove
You got to turn on the music and groove
Every every every day
You know what I'm talking about (spoken)
It fill you up, it fill you up (spoken)
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Yeah!
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Yeah!
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Get you rolling in the money
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Work out a few kinks
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
It fill you up to the brim Jim
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Lord have mercy
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
Come here baby
It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now
(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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I'm A Coward
I ain't afraid of no lions
I ain't afraid of no grizzly bear
I got in a wrestlin' match with old king kong
He didn't even muss my hair
There's just one thing in the whole wide world
That make me doubt my stuff
I'm a coward when it comes to love
Now bring down old hulk hogan
King kong bundy too
Bring down old big mike tyson
I'll show them what a real man can do
They say the tougher' get goin'
Now baby that's when the goin' get tough
But i'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
You can bring on a different sexy girl
At every night of the week
Buddy that's okay
But i start tremblin', my knees get weak
Whenever i hear her say
"do you love me baby?"
"do you love me baby?"
"do you love me baby?"
I got a muscle of iron
I got another muscle made of steel
But when we start kissin' 'n' huggin'
You may be the bravest man in the whole wide world
But buddy, that ain't enough
I'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Suddenly So!
Your truth always happened at wrong time
You were guilty of telling lies to death.
Swimming all over the life’s ports,
jumping up and down in a stinky swamp,
one day you were caught behind the epigram
encysted in perversity.
Let us talk about the frosty relations
breaking the norms.
Who is afraid of impromptu love?
We do not want to speak about the wasted
years thrown on garbage.
Every book was tossed out of the window,
mind became hollow.
We lit the candles with tears,
the mist enveloped us in intimacy.
Some of the days burned like dry wood
and some days grave-diggers arrived.
poem by Satish Verma
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