A direct poser
Have we ever posed a poser?
Why at the end I am looser?
Why I look crook and miser?
Why have I not grown with years to look wiser?
A pertinent question is puzzling the mind
No satisfactory solution is insight to find
I have loved all and tried to be very kind
They always occupy space in my mind
Subconsciously we sometimes react angrily
We spoil the life which we were leading happily
It may create heavy spark and set everything on fire
People may not take you lightly or admire
We are here to live in peace with harmony
Material gain should be there including money
Our all efforts should look generous and not funny
You may stand isolated and not favored by many
You must feel proud of your being in this world
You actions must speak louder than the words
It may not paid back to you in terms of return
It will definitely come to your rescue help in turn
Do tide and heavy winds warn you of disaster?
Can you act as sole arbitrator and single master?
You will have to move very fast with speed
You have no special religion, cult or creed
It is quite amusing and exploring field
It may give away the way and yield
Who can be held responsible for any lapses?
It is He who helps, alters and reshapes
What are we to do and act in real test?
Is it to thrive very hard and try for best?
You should not relent in your move or rest
It should not only be the simple desire but powerful quest
Leave everything to the hands of unknown fate
It may come soon but not very late
There is particular time and date
There is no particular reason to state
Do nothing which your mind and heart forbids
Never go in unwillingly and make unnecessary bid
You may have all the chances to loose the lead
Its consequences may be far reaching and can’t be read
There is every chance to fill the vacuum
It may be loss or gain but can’t be added as sum
It is feeling from within with all the satisfaction
It is then considered as powerful indication
Good work may never bite your conscience
Its impact will be felt in everybody’s presence
It is really a peace to mind in true essence
That is why it is advocated and to be followed hence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Puzzling Evidence
You got the cbs...!
And the abc...!
You got time and newsweek!
Well, theyre the same to me!
Now dont you wanna get right with me?
(puzzling evidence)
I hope you get evrything you need
(puzzling evidence)
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart.
...alright!u
Now I am the gun
And you are the bullet
I got the power and glory!
(puzzling)
And the money to buy it!
(puzzling)
Got your gulf and western and your mastercard
(puzzling evidence)
Got what you wanted, lost what you had
(puzzling evidence)
Im seeing
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Its hardened up your heart.
...alright!
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...u
Well, Im puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Woo...Im puzzling (huh!)
Sometimes Im puzzling! (huh!)
See the little children! (puzzlin)
And the family! (puzzlin)
Gonna live together! (puzzlin)
Take them home with me! (puzzlin)
Well I hope youre happy with what youve made
(puzzling evidence)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(puzzling evidence)
Im seeing
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling (sometimes) evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
Im puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
P-p-p-puzzlin! (huh!)
Still puzzlin! (huh!)
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Puzzlin' Evidence
You got the CBS...!
And the ABC...!
You got Time and Newsweek!
Well, they're the same to me!
Now don't you wanna get right with me?
(Puzzling Evidence)
I hope you get ev'rything you need
(Puzzling Evidence)
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart.
...Alright!
Now I am the gun
And you are the bullet
I got the power and glory!
(Puzzling)
And the money to buy it!
(Puzzling)
Got your Gulf and Western and your MasterCard
(Puzzling Evidence)
Got what you wanted, lost what you had
(Puzzling Evidence)
I'm seeing
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Done hardened in your heart
It's hardened up your heart.
...alright!
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
Well, I'm puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Woo...I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Sometimes I'm puzzling! (Huh!)
See the little children! (Puzzlin')
And the family! (Puzzlin')
Gonna live together! (Puzzlin')
Take them home with me! (Puzzlin')
Well I hope you're happy with what you've made
(Puzzling Evidence)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(Puzzling Evidence)
I'm seeing
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling (sometimes) evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
P-P-P-Puzzlin'! (Huh!)
Still Puzzlin'! (Huh
song performed by by Talking Heads
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To the truly benevolent mind, indeed, nothing is more satisfactory than to hear of a miser denying himself the necessaries of life a little too far and ridding us of his presence altogether.
quote by James Payn
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For Years/ A Miser Of Every Minute
FOR YEARS/ A MISER OF EVERY MINUTE
For years
A miser of every minute
For my work.
And now near old age
I understand
All that time given to works
Never to be read,
And so
A seeming tranquility.
If all my time wasted
Why be a miser
Any longer?
And yet,
What have I done?
Can I somehow still
Do something?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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That is the essence of science: ask an impertinent question, and you are on the way to a pertinent answer.
quote by Jacob Bronowski
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The pertinent question: if Americans did not want these wars should they have been compelled to fight them?
quote by Frank Chodorov
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Yes, you are right
I struggled to find out
Something was worrying me about
What exactly it can be?
Was it fruit laden trees?
It was greatness to be witnessed
Despite being heavily loaded
Tree gives shed and still does not mind
What more we need to find?
Was this the only question at stake?
Do all the answers seem to me as fake?
It was heartening to note that the question was probed
It might have created odd position for me if question was lobbed
It is pertinent and important to know
It must strike the mind and go
As satisfactory answer with full satisfaction
That is feeling with very good indication
Someone asked me to answer
What can you buy with money?
She was all the way sweet honey
I struggled hard but avoided by saying “hey”
Everything except parents and life
Even beautiful model as wife
She said no to it and further poked
She puffed with cigar and room was smoked
You try sincerely but will not find anything
The money may play part but has to do nothing
I will not be simply carried away
Even if you try to search new way
It is me and no one else
I have my own pulse
My own heart and soul
It makes me weary and senses the foul
I had hard way to convince
I did not want words to be minced
It is up to individual to choose
If one is committed to stand firm and not to loose
But it is more of an argument than a stand
One can boost morale and we can understand
But still many you may find clinging to their views
Only handful may realize and appreciated by few
It is good to have principle stand
That can be freely disclosed to friends
After all relation is not based on some returns
It is to be adjusted and fall for it in turn
But money power is not to be taken lightly
So much is said and written very rightly
It has tremendous power to purchase
People may go mad without it and may be chased
Many might have still illusion about real power
You can see high rise buildings and towers
It has very good shine and people fell for
This is the only temptation easily sought for
I replied by saying “yes you are right”
There should not be any argument or fight
You can not be bought at home for money
You are special entity and not the commodity
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Jane Austen fan named Eliza
Clung to maidenhood just like a miser.
But she goes to bed nightly
With Darcy or Knightley
And no-one is any the wiser!
quote by by Dawn Ferrett
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I made my mistakes, but in all my years of public life, I have never profited from public service. I've earned every cent. And in all of my years in public life I have never obstructed justice. And I think, too, that I can say that in my years of public life that I welcome this kind of examination because people have got to know whether or not their President is a crook. Well, I'm not a crook. I've earned everything I've got.
quote by Richard M. Nixon
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A Cinquain
Poser
A difficult question
to judge brain potency
brain racking experience
puzzle.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Grown Men Dont Cry
(steve seskin, tom douglas)
I pulled into the shopping center
And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother
Like ice cream melting they embraced
Years of bad decisions runnin down her face
All mornin Id been thinkin my lifes so hard
And they wore everything they own, livin in a car
I wanted to tell him it would be ok
But I got just got in my suburban and I drove away
But I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
Keep having this dream about my old man
Im 10 years old, and hes holding my hand
Were talkin on the front porch watchin the sun go down
But it was just a dream he was a slave to his job and he couldnt be around
So many things I wanna say to him
But I just placed a rose on his grave, and I talk to the wind
But I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry, dont cry
Im sittin here with my kids and my wife
And everything that I hold dear in my life
We say grace and thank the lord
Got so much to be thankful for
Then its up the stairs and off to bed and my little girl says
I havent had my story yet.
And everything weighin on my mind disappears just like that
When she lifts her head off her pillow and says,
I love you dad
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
And I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry, dont cry
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Never Die As Miser
You should never die as miser
Then you will be completely looser
You owe so much to the public domain
They have right to know and that should be concern
If you have something of great importance
That must come out at once
There is no use for hidden treasure
In depth, at which it is kept, and can't be treasured
Hide nothing in mind
Let people venture and find
What you think and what you are
Your life should not be kept at far
Even if you are an ordinary man
Or in that matter a simple woman
Your thoughts may greatly influence
To those who are awaiting chance
It may provide some clue
For they were so far denied with any view
So think afresh and concede the request
Revel it fast and to the best
It may die or vanish
With your death to finish
No one may come to know
In which way the life has to go
Strike hard and look forward
Open the memory gate with nice words
Let them enjoy with whatever you have written
Some knowledge may be digested after being eaten
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Old Miser and his 3rd Wife
1
The Old Miser
my husband is dying
and he makes me promise
I must put all his money in his coffin
when he dies
“O my legal third wife
the only one surviving -
you must put all my money
secretly in my coffin”
Sure thing, sure thing
you Old Miser!
You made me suffer all my life
and now in your death
you want to bring away all the money
Sure thing, sure thing
you Old Miser!
2
Now, he’s dead
and I’ve arranged for his funeral
and while everyone’s busy
with all these preparations
I dutifully take all his money
from the hiding place
which he whispered to me
with his last breath
and he bit my ear and he snarled:
“Put all my money
in my coffin”
Sure thing, sure thing
you Old Miser!
You made me suffer all my life
and now in your death
you want to bring all the money away
Sure thing, sure thing
you Old Miser!
3
So I take all his money
and bring it to the bank
and deposit it in my name
and make a cheque out for 10 million
and put the cheque below his head
Sure thing, sure thing
you Old Miser!
You made me suffer all my life
and now in your death
you can take all the money away
Sure thing, sure thing
you Old Miser!
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Ego is the propeller
Be a boaster, a poser or a jobber,
Be a leader, a crusader or a seer,
Be a ruler, a dictator or a devastator,
Be a hoarder, a miser or a grabber,
Be a touch-me-not, a porcupine or a hypocrite,
Be a lover, a devotee or a door-mate,
Be a voyeur, a rover or a womanizer
Or be a masturbator, a molester or a rapist,
They are so as their egos manifest
And demand to get them fed.
The humblest of the humble or
The noblest of the noble are of no exception.
The lion chases and the deer flees;
The lion pursues and the lioness eludes.
04.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There are countless artists whose shoes I am not worthy to polish - whose prints would not pay the printer. The question of judgment is a puzzling one.
quote by Maxfield Parrish
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Sympathy For The Devil
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for long,long years
Stolen many and a man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank,held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee while your kings and queens
Fought for decades for the Gods they made
I should "who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all it was you and me
So let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reach Bombay
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners,saints
As heads is tails just call me Luciter
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me,have some courtesy
Have some sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
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God, Bless You
'God, bless you' and how are you?
Posed a direct question what I knew about 'Thou'
'No simply not 'never I tried,
'So is the problem' and she cried,
I am at the age of fifty one,
Look after nobody and care no one,
Up the sky and down the earth,
Still I hope there could be someone,
'Why so pessimist and no good faith'
I asked when visibly moved
”Still I have to take more breath,
Gone are gone and left with some years,
But still I may hold no more tears”,
Still I am young but not so aged,
left with no thought but feel caged,
Honour still not lost and damaged,
Prestige not over and still have salvaged,
Have two sons younger and older,
younger is childish and older so wiser,
Older saves more and do a good job,
Younger plays merry and make big rob,
Kid’s stay with me but no more money,
Younger still do nothing and spend on honey,
Still I do make, no such grievance,
Guide him to a path for san extravagance
'Are we on same path' asked old lady,
'No, not the same' but 'yes' to it,
have no problem and plenty just to eat,
'Oh, God, ” allow me a candle just to lit,
I was just not taken a back,
life was just full of pack,
fire before face and well just back,
I will not show and issues rack.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Safer Hands
Little hand held high, I reached for you, innocent and small
Never felt so safe, no wider smile, I had it all
No worries at all, little girl just three, she couldnt see
What there would be, clearer than you think, my memory
He treasured me, protected me
Wherever you have gone to, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
Although youve gone for good now, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
The day you left, no warning came, I was sleeping
Maybe it was your undying love, you didnt wake me, didnt take me
Now the years have flown and I have grown, there is a yearning
Give me just one day, to while away, to that Im drinking: wishful thinking
Wherever you have gone to, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
Although youve gone for good now, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
Even though its years, so long ago, there is a presence here
If there was some doubt, its all over now
Of that Im certain, theres no question
Wherever you have gone to, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
Although youve gone for good now, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
song performed by by Olive
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In the darkness of your skin
In the darkness of your skin
Is the ancestral love of men
In your eyes, yes deep within
Is the love that can but win
Your hands must be posed to defend
The love that loves itself as kin
Brother to brother sister to sister
We blacks have come to discover
The ease of loving each other
A battle fought hard and won
Under the African and American sun
Be it for the poets to say
That in matter of the heart we know the way
To praise by the motion of our pens
The glorious love of men for men
We warn you brother do not condemn
What it is that you do not understand
Except your brother as friend
For he is needed in the battle
Of the fight that we must fight
To hold in heart the American rights
Be you not ashamed if he put on a grown
Be you not ashamed if he put on make-up
And don a wig to wear as a grown
But see him true as a work of art
let not his masquerade set him apart
If you think true that your God deny
Then you must be brave to question why
poem by David E. Patton
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Just To Drift
DRIFTING down the Harbour,
Stars on high,
Lovers of the surface,
You and I,
Let us never pry and wonder
At the things that lie thereunder.
Underneath the surface
Silver-fair,
Let us never question
What lies there;
Lest we lose, like some robbed miser,
All our treasure, growing wiser.
Lo, it has the beauty
Of a flower!
Is it not sufficient
For the hour
Just to drift as mists are drifted,
Depths unplumbed and veils unlifted?
Where's the flawless jewel,
Stainless breast?
Where's the Love that answers
Every test?
Where's the past that's altogether
Cloudless as this radiant weather?
Drifting down the Harbour
On the tide,
Careless of all knowledge,
Let us glide,
Heedless of what Life discovers,
Save that you and I are lovers.
poem by Roderic Quinn
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