Symbol Moon-1
This day Chithragupta's ledger is approvable
Our sins and virtues are now accountable
Providential check-in is going on accomplishable
There, she's the proof proven amicable
Revealed Heaven's allowing the good adoptable
Opened Hell's scoring sins punishable
Atoning austerities on Earth cherishable
There, she's the proof proven amicable
Aesthetic her fulgency shining noticeable
Can never be hidden erratic Chithragupta actionable
And Chithragupta is but our karmic shade amendable
There, she's the proof proven amicable
Amicable with ascending Chithra twinkling
Amicable with freshened Chithirai newly seasoning
Amicable with Chithragupta recording
She's Chithra Pournami, testimony of our doing
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Remarriage is an excellent test of just how amicable your divorce was.
quote by Margo Kaufman
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A proof is a proof. What kind of a proof? It's a proof. A proof is a proof. And when you have a good proof, it's because it's proven.
quote by Jean Chretien
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It's a blanket statement to say, 'That guy's really sharp and amicable and nice,' because there's a little bit of a--hole in every nice guy, and there's a little bit of genius in every moron.
quote by Robert Downey Jr.
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The biological design
In a long run,
A pair of men or of women
Cannot be amicable,
And a pair of man and woman
Cannot be inimical.
It is the biological design.
09.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-104
Maru (Origanum majorana L.)
Here joins a flash of scent
Taking us to a divine abode
Straight from the Lord's heart
Must've been she, Maru an ode
For hers is aroma indefinable
Divinizing this earth in heaps
Spreading her branches amicable
Far and wide with tiny leaves
Headed her flowers burring errors
Freshened our minds hurraying
Serving sanity be her sacred cause
Here Maru be added in all cheering
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Elena
Mary has a little lamb and,
Joseph has to take care of it with love;
So come to me with your little lamb my sweet one,
For you are all that i know on this love.
Elena, come to me and let us find amicable solution on this love;
And, let us settle the impasse and move on,
For your love to me is like the Trans Saharan Trade.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Songs to Sing
Songs are some to stand and sing,
Ulcers in our daily rituals are not to bring.
He is amicable, lovely, like sudden danger;
But they remove his song from the shop as if he was a stranger.
Swallow this song, and inform him more
Like a man is informed about his qualifications.
Song is not disability, but the root of law,
The many people allow reform from justifications.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Divorced From Alcohol
Divorced from Alcohol -
Didn't pay alimony
Just regained my soul
And now I'm feeling free.
It was really amicable
There were no last regrets,
She said I will be able
In time, learn to forget.
Her scent though, still lingers
And dries my throat with thirst,
But I swore to be sober
And my life always comes first.
Yes, I have left Alcohol
And have no need to return,
My being is now whole
It's only in dreams I yearn.: -)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Political Razzamatazz Whatever It Is, I'm Against It
Liberal Labour Greens
Nationals and Democrats all disagree it seems
With whatever the other says
Their all set in their own ways,
To run this country every day they must
Give each other a friendly Hug I trust
That will start the day in an amicable way,
To spark the voters to make their day
In what we've got, for don't you see
Australia is the lucky lucky country,
So go on Tony Abbot give Julliard Gillard a Hug
To rid that whatever it is parliament bug!
poem by Ken e Hall
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How Much Further
How much more
How much further
To find sediments of joy
tears of compassion
How long shall mine roll
Before i grasp console
So my soul too my know
I am closer than ever before
Is it as long as my mind grinds
The vacuum in my soul damns with cries
How much more must i gather
and recollect
A sea of determination
An ocean of frustration
How closer am i to the fountains of sympathy
Plains of harmony
Mountains amicable
Rivers empathic
poem by Wes Mbanje
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A war
A war of words, a war of words
Only in their simplicity we can afford
These spoken words when out of control
Bury nations in graves deeper than any hole
A war of friends, a war of friends
Is okay at the end if met with amicable amends
A war of skills, a war of skills
Will do us good if fun is the main course meal
And not the coveted need to feel to kill
A war of love, a war of love
But even love has its own boundaries
Think of overloading clothes at the laundries
Hate is the only thing love will not shove
A war of nations, a war of nations
Is irreversible condemnation
The effect on this earth’s population
Could be the birth of human destruction
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sonnet LVI.
IF, by his torturing, savage foes untraced,
The breathless captive gain some trackless glade,
Yet hears the war-whoop howl along the waste,
And dreads the reptile-monsters of the shade;
The giant reeds that murmur round the flood,
Seem to conceal some hideous form beneath;
And every hollow blast that shakes the wood,
Speaks to his trembling heart of woe and death.
With horror fraught, and desolate dismay,
On such a wanderer falls the starless night;
But if, far streaming, a propitious ray
Leads to some amicable fort his sight,
He hails the beam benign that guides his way,
As I, my Harriet, bless thy friendship's cheering light.
poem by Charlotte Smith
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The effect matters
An action is proven right
Only after its effects.
A path is proven good
Only after the travel.
An egg is proven good
Only after its hatch.
Every step is a bet.
25.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Heaven-ly
gazing up at the sky
I know that many have reasons why
they believe in it all
but others prosecutions make them fall
Why? why do we believe in it anyhow?
ask us believers and we will surely avow
but we have no proof to share
us believers will declare that is is there.
rarely will we doubt it-
barely holding it to be touchable-y true
because we are unfairly doubted
but our proof lies in the love He supplies
to be in heaven is to be with the Lord
to know heaven is to know the Lord
to walk to heaven is to walk the paths of the Lord
to love heaven is to love God.
even if we followers are proven to be wrong
in the end, did we not end up where we belonged all along?
we were never with out God
so go on believing that our belief in heaven is odd.
poem by Amanda May Moore
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Nature
Nature is a purifier, a converting machine
If it's not so than life can't be seen
How dirty we are! Rivers are the proof
How selfish we are! Pollution is the proof
How ugly we are! Arms and ammunition is the proof
We are the destroyer a polluting ruffian
If it's not so than power strife can't be seen
How negligent we are! Water level is the proof
How foolish we are! Japan is the proof
How mad we are! War is the proof
O! Nature! Thou art divine providence
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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He Is Lovelorn!
They are divided;
He did not yield when chided.
With equity he sided
Where and when discrimination presided
He was amicable
He used to be amenable
But has become obstinate
Ever since he took love's bait
Now, he is torn to pieces
Clinging to what can only be faeces
When compared to the ritual
Which characterises love that is mutual
He is shattered
His hallucinations scattered
Their union was sundered
As discrimination thundered
He is pitiable
After being undetachable
From love that is untenable.
He however thinks she is lovable
He is lovelorn
His love he does mourn
In him love was born
But out his love has worn He is Yoruba; she isn't
He is in love; with him she isn't
He is a Witness; she isn't
He is lovelorn; for him she isn't
He is in love with her
She perhaps with another;
He wants together
What she wants asunder
With him I commiserate
As he thinks they are commensurate
O, what a pity!
He's hooked by her beauty
If only he can make her see
That his love is more real
Than their obstacles are surreal
Then love is what I foresee
For now he struggles
With his troubles.
I hope he doesn't fumble
So that, into love, they both tumble
An optimist that I am
I see them as Sir and Ma'am;
As Mr. and Mrs.-
Ending their wedding in kisses!
poem by Ayokunle Adeleye
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Cabin
Outside, the great lake
laughed a depthy green
behind nine square panes;
riven by a pier
tied to which a rowboat
anchored in the shallows
bobbed until,
an amicable tomorrow.
Jutting its profile
from a pine-wood wall
a buck's head looked down
calmly, steadily,
its glassy eyes aglow
in the failing light
taking in all
they did or might do.
Not that they minded,
being too busy, far-
the little boy and girl-
coaxing ancient airs
from the factory
of a dusty player-piano-
oak-stained and upright,
mysterious and dark.
Feeding it tattered scroll
upon yellowed scroll
of fenestrated piano
rolls, dumped to the floor
from the storage drawer
of an equally dark bureau,
pumping with all their might-
laughing and singing along:
'The Whole World Is Singing My Song'
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Bulletproof
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
It's tearing up inside of me
Everyday, every hour wish that I
Was bullet proof
Wax me
Mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Just wish that it
Was bullet proof
Was bullet proof
So pay me money and take a shot
Lead-fill the hole in me
I could burst a million bubbles
All surrogate
And bullet proof
And bullet proof
And bullet proof
And bullet proof
song performed by by Radiohead
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My Sweet Love
I feel that I have known you for infinity
There seems a certain familiarity in the wind
As I wait for your concealed presence
To reveal itself to me
You are like a grain of sand calling my name
In the middle of a desert
From across the five oceans of the earth
My power will wash you towards me
I can see you in my dreams
Your beauty is beyond imagination
It’s a spiritual one
A dimensional physicality which cannot be
Compared to that of a diamond
My sweet love
I know you are near
And you can silently hear
Me drawing you like an electron towards me
I have grown and learnt in wisdom
And I’m ready for your world and mine to merge
A completeness of trust
An eternity of a unified satisfaction of needs
The universe is yours and mine
Now to meet by chance
Or rather an amicable unconscious decision
For our meeting to be
My sweet love
The wheel of your sensual touches
Awakens me
And almost sets me free
Let it be I say
It is a sign
That the wheels must spin
With continuous swiftness
Here I am
A complete psychopath
Still within the conformity of the law
Still at the mercy of society
Waiting for that saving grace
To absorb me at a slow pace
© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Question
1916
Brethren, how shall it fare with me
When the war is laid aside,
If it be proven that I am he
For whom a world has died?
If it be proven that all my good,
And the greater good I will make,
Were purchased me by a multitude
Who suffered for my sake?
That I was delivered by mere mankind
Vowed to one sacrifice,
And not, as I hold them, battle-blind,
But dying with open eyes?
That they did not ask me to draw the sword
When they stood to endure their lot --
That they only looked to me for a word,
And I answered I knew them not?
If it be found, when the battle clears,
Their death has set me free,
Then how shall I live with myself through the years
Which they have bought for me?
Brethren, how must it fare with me,
Or how am I justified,
If it be proven that I am he
For whom mankind has died --
If it be proven that I am he
Who, being questioned, denied?
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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