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A Sparkling Diamond

in some realms there is no pain
and no sufferings and no calamities
of any kind; you live as if you are peace itself
wealth is not money but the sacred lamp
you hold over yourself; to show how many
layers of insecurities you have shed to enable
your true self come through; a multi faceted
sparkling diamond that has come alive

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Money

CHORUS :
Money, oh money
Be my baby, drive me crazy
Money, oh money
Wanna hold you, just like I told you
1. VERSE :
Every morning I wake up by your side
Oh my feeling is so strong I cannot hide
I wan't to hold you every second that I live
And when you ain't next to me I get possessive
You make me happy and you buy me things
Cars and chicks and diamond rings
All the stuff that is blinkin'
2. VERSE :
Some people say that money isn't everything
I tell them no, look, you also need a diamond ring
And a ton of gold and a lot of shares
Your honey wants a private jet ?
Man who cares
You satisfy me and you turn me on
And that is why I sing
This song
My dream is to own a money money factory
C-PART :
Money money money
Gimme gimme money
Money money money
Gimme gimme money

song performed by by Lou Bega
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Believe

I was holding on, now I'm letting go
This is nothing more than a picture show
Everything I knew now I hardly know
Busy keeping less never getting more
One more nickel dime I'm out the door
This kind of life I can't afford
I want to believe
There's something to believe
I would live only
Just to believe
Oh, I'd love to believe
It's not only me that's longing
Only just to believe
'Cause I want to believe
I want to believe
Can't put my mind at ease with the words I say
Trying to get myself to get out of my way
Birds in the trees just make me depressed
Seeing sunny skies, feeling emptiness
Layers of lies just seem to fold
This kind of life is all I know
I want to believe
There's something to believe
I would live only
Just to believe
Oh, I'd love to believe
It's not only me that's longing
Only just to believe
'Cause I want to believe
I want to believe
Murder wears a friendly smile
Like the perfect end in a plastic vial
No pain
Sorry I can't seem to stay
But this bird was meant to fly away
Fly away, fly away
Layers of lies just seem to fold
This kind of life is all I know
I want to believe
There's something to believe
I would live only
Just to believe
Oh, I'd love to believe
It's not only me that's longing
Only just to believe
'Cause I want to believe
I want to believe
I will believe
I'd love to believe
I can believe in something
I will believe
I'd love to believe
I can't believe in nothing

song performed by by Hanson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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An Old Tightwad

The passing of the Seasons has left her looking gray
She is one who has known a far better day
She owns her own house and she drives her own car
But for one tighter with money than she is one might have to go far
Her favourite phrase ' money is my true friend'
And she misses every dollar that she has to spend
With teenage great grandchildren her husband dead for ten years
But 'twas not for him that she shed any tears
But at the cost of his burial she did feel heartache
Though for him she did not even have a wake
'Tis said in assets and money she's a multi millionaire
But with her descendants any she does not share
Though in death she cannot take her wealth with her she does not have a will
The one who wept at the cost of her husband's funeral bill.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Sonnet: Sufferings- the Key to Life

Through sufferings, we are born to lead this life;
Through sufferings, we are even baptized;
Through sufferings, we all must meet our strife;
Through sufferings, we’re even magnetized.

Through sufferings, sometimes we have our joy!
Through sufferings, we earn our livelihood;
Through sufferings, we grew to man from boy;
And sufferings’ our teacher from childhood!

Through sufferings, we learn in life good things;
Through sufferings, we learn to live well, pray!
Through sufferings, big truths, this world us brings;
By sufferings, we fight ‘gainst Tempter’s ways.

Yet, sufferings- a blessing God us gave,
To keep the road to Heaven, well behave!

poem by John Celes
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Forms of Wealth

To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!

Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.

Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.

The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.

Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Layers Of Wet Paint Applied

wet on wet paint on paint
layers of wet paint applied
to previous layered layers
technique requires rapid working
fevered fast compulsive genius painting
art in realms born in new mind expressions
art in realms born in space time multiversity visions
art work fever finished before first layers have dried

poem by Terence George Craddock
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As I cry

I cry for sons of soil
who did all in their power to foil
the sinister design to foil

Do we ever shed tears?
for those who lay their lives and bear
all pain and ordeals with all fears

Are we not undoing the sacred promise
to hold on together and unitedly rise
against the sinister plot to cause surprise

Why blame forces when we make hell?
pelt the stones and unnecessary kill
do they come as picinic person?

Are we above the sacred mother land?
what are we doing to remove foes from frinds?
can we not shut the doors for them and end?

Can we kill our own mother?
and worry for unfriendly others
no sacrirfice is greater to bother

It is not khakhi menace
We are pushing them into furnace
They die for cause never to surface

What are we trying to show?
Mud and only insults to throw
I shed my tears and allow to flow

I am not helpless
The peace has to ascend unless
Ugly crisis we altogher face

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Wealthy Man Don't Hoard Your Money

Some one else will own your property when you are dead and gone
The day you die the World won't stop life it will carry on
You've made it big, you've reached the top, you're plutocratic kind
But wealthy guy you too must die and leave your wealth behind.

You came out of your mother free of guilt and evil sin
But now you're just a money hoarder like all other greedy men,
Your dreams of wealth have all come true you are now a millionaire
But moneyed man you too will die as sure as cows wear hair.

There's nothing wrong with money without money man can't live
But in a man there must be what is known as take and give
And just like all other greedy men you never give but take
And the more money you accumulate the more you want to make.

Wealthy man don't hoard your money, don't be scared to spend a pound
Or someone else will spend it for you when your bones rest underground
Everybody hates a miser, no one loves a greedy soul
And you too will be forgotten when you're placed in earthy hole.

poem by Francis Duggan
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A Faery Song

a faery world
realm
is no man's world
we watch with eager eyes
all the dramas that unfold
in the human realm
day after day
our hearts afflutter
in a chain
devoid of passion
we would give up
anything for that
multi faceted sensual,
passionate,
ecstatic experience
multi worlded
sadness, joy, pain,
etched in every cell
a faery world
is no man's world
fossilised boredom
in our bossom
men have cried over any dead one
so still, so devoid of
feeling....
like our existence
we would die to be man

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Festival of Lights- Deepawali! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

While drawing a multi hued Rangoli,
Tying a string of sacred Marigolds and mango leaves
At my door, to welcome the Goddess of prosperity,

Lakshmi, I pray for a wealth of different kind:
I want compassion and peace of mind
And eyes that don’t pretend to be blind.

Please light my path all the way,
Give me courage to not go astray
From my chosen path today.

As I mindfully walk to light each wick
with awareness striking a match stick,
Dressed in my finery and ethnic

Wear, I bow with reverence at the altar and pray
Seeking blessings of merciful Lord Ganesh,
To help me overcome challenges on my way.

So that each lamp that I thus light
Expands my heart and help me gain insight
Into my hapless suffering brethrens plight,

And my heart and soul so ignite…
Hope, one day auspicious festival of lights
Wll light up every home on Diwali night.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Money Talks

Scene: into flashs den - a night club
Scene: in flashs den, a night club partly converted into an office.
Sung by flash, floosies and spivs:
Show me a man who says he can live without bread
And Ill show you a man whos a liar and in debt.
Theres no one alive who cant be purchased or enticed
Theres no man alive who wouldnt sell for a price,
Money talks and were the living proof,
There aint no limit to what money can do
Money talks, money talks.
Money cant breathe and money cant see,
But when I pull out a fiver people listen to me.
Money cant run and money cant walk,
But when I write out a cheque I swear to God I hear money talk.
Money talks and, baby, when youve been bought
You pay attention everytime money talks.
Money talks, money talks.
Money talks and theres no doubt about it
Money talks and we cant live without it,
Whats the point of living unless youve got money?
I just couldnt function without money.
Money talks, money talks,
Money talks, money talks.
Show me an upright respected man
And Ill have him licking my boots when I put money in his hand.
It rots your heart, it gets to your soul,
Before you know where you are youre a slave to the green gold.
Money talks and were the living proof
There aint no limit to what money can do.
Money talks you out of your self-respect,
The more you crave it the cheaper you get.
Money talks, money talks.
Money buys you time and people listen,
Money can buy a smile and make life worth living.
If youre ugly money can improve you.
I just couldnt face the world without mazuma.
Money talks, money talks.

song performed by by Kinks
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Money is Sacred

Money is so sacred, my mind is reactive
To the special things in life.
Too heavy in my mind is this life,
When money is donated to another life,
To give blood is easier.

Money is too sacred. Its business is supreme
And laudable. Most adorable. Why do you laugh?
Business makes you perfect. So what about the family?
Is it given its just help, or are you poor for yourself?
Money is sacred and wealth we be. We are not poor.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Lamp-lighting By Nurses

By lamps, you light although daylight,
You light the world of darkened lives
Of ailing patients and dying,
Giving them hope of life quite bright!

The lamps you hold by hand today
Affirm your wish to toil always,
Relieving pain and sufferings
Of sick, diseased brethren all day!

Like ‘Lady with the lamp’ you show
Your heart has love and compassion
For mankind sick and afflicted;
To God, the Healer, you thus bow!

The lamps will show the world around
That nurses are a noble lot
Who sacrifice their lives and time
To make everybody’s health sound!

May nurses fill the world with cheer!
Like Nightingale, serve sick always;
Your work is more than gold, aye, dear!
Be bold but kind to human race!

Fondly dedicated to the ‘I Batch’
Of IRT SON students and staff

poem by John Celes
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Island Fever

Island fever
I think Ive got a touch of island fever
I do believe I feel a bit sauteed
This morning I was just some nonbeliever
Tonight I feel Ive joing a wild crusade
I never thought of life as being breezy
I never thought of time as time to play
I never thought that I could take it easy
But all those feelings changed for me today
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Are finding their way to my brain
Layers and layers of costumes and players
That make my whole life look insane
Palm trees and views I cant believe
Why would I ever want to leave?
I think Ill take my shoes off and go walking
Down beside the caribbean sea.
I like the funny sounds of parrots squawking
I think I hear a hammock calling me.
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
I think Ive got a touch of island fever...

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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As a Running Away Keeps a Faster Pace

Insecurities fed and kept,
Rely upon something or someone...
To enable the continuance of their dependency.
And achieving levels of annoyance,
Is condoned by those who are convinced...
Those with needless insecurities,
Are victims of a cruelty...
They themselves did not create or invent!
And a protection of this mental illness...
Satisfies and hides exaggerated deceptions.
With a healing that should have taken place,
Never to happen,
As a running away keeps a faster pace.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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12 Roses I Need To Say

I grab a rose that is number one
To show you that it is for fun

To have a girl that you can always have fun with
Not only someone to love but a friend also
To hang out and laugh
One is for fun

I grab a rose that is number two
To show you that it is so true

True love that is
True everything and much more
Nothing but true happiness
Two is for true

I grab a rose that is number three
To show you that it is for me

What you did to me
To show me I can smile
To make my heart beat again
Three is for me

I grab a rose that is number four
To show you that it is for more

Everyday the feelings don’t stop
More good things come every time we see each other
Everyday I love you more and more
Four is for more

I grab a rose that is number five
To show you it is for alive

I feel alive again
I do not spend my days being down
I spend them thinking of you
Five is for alive

I grab a rose that is number six
To show you that it is for fix

No matter what happens
We can fix it because our love
Is stronger then anger
Six is for fix

I grab a rose that is number seven
To show you that it is for heaven

You are like an angel from heaven
You make my world feel like heaven
You mean everything to me
Seven is for heaven

I grab a rose that is number eight
To show you that it is for date

The day I first laid eyes on you
The date I will not forget
The day my face smiled
Eight is for date

I grab a rose that is number nine
To show you that it is for shine

You shine in everyway
When you smile my day is happy
When you hold me I am at ease
Nine is for shine

I grab a rose that is number ten
To show you that it is for when

Like I am happy WHEN I hold you
I am happy WHEN I miss you
When I miss you I can’t wait WHEN I see you next
Ten is for when

I grab a rose that is number eleven
To show you that it is for seven

Seven days a week
I will work for it till the future comes
When I can see you every one of these days
Eleven is for seven

I grab a rose that is number twelve
To show you that it is for…you know what?

poem by Paul Celano
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Sonnet: Wherefrom Life’s Evils Come

Man, take away the women off your life!
Half your problems vanish into thin air;
And live a life centered around your wife;
Just do the things aright that you can bear.

Woman, forget the men who surround you!
How of your problems arise from near here;
Just love your husband wholeheartedly too,
Forgiving if he should any time err.

O human beings, money is evil;
You can’t be slave to money, yet serve God;
Wealth can’t solve all problems nor the devil;
Wealth can’t spare you from the Almighty’s rod.

So, live your earthly life with wisdom, man;
And live your life true to just one woman.

9-8-2002

poem by John Celes
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Wealth brings sex.

You may sing that how money can’t buy love.
Power and wealth really attract women.
Men having power and wealth, attract them.
Such men grow agreeable to women.

Every woman wants an alpha mala
To take care of her and her comforts.
More money translates into more fun.
With empty pocket, you cannot have sex.

No versatile woman craves a handsome youth
Unless he could afford a diamond ring.
Man need not curse himself if he’s ugly
When he has potential to earn wealth.
11.03.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Jerusalem

Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through.
And you will show, show the way, to all who see it shine,
That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time.
The walls will keep you in, the walls will keep you out.
The gates are calling those, who know what it's about.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through.
And you will show (you will show), show the way (show the way), to all who see it shine,
That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time.
Jerusalem is old, Jerusalem is new,
Jerusalem can hold, Moslem, Christian, Jew.
In Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through.
And you will show (you will show), show the way (show the way), to all who see it shine,
That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time.
(Bridge)
The markets and the alleys, the temples and the tombs.
A place for all believers, it has so many rooms.
In Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through.
And you will show (you will show), show the way (show the way), to all who see it shine,
That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time.
Yes, we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time.

song performed by by Don McLean
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So many layers

every poem
i wrote
a part of me
taken off
a butterfly
leaving behind
its larvae
to take on wings
and colours
to explore the world
to give world
another layer
to fascinate over
van gogh
that shed
so many layers
to bring out
those layers
on his canvas
to our hearts
layers of pains,
tears, and......

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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