Bolted Deep In It
Bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits...
To make sure no loose ends would dangle,
From a knit to slip!
Bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits.
And bolted deeper just to keep,
Mouths closed with silenced lips!
An upper hand is now commanding,
Everyone to take a stand.
And those who choose to bicker and moan,
Are left with their antics alone!
An upper hand is now commanding,
With no loop holes to excuse.
Or those denying they've been framed...
As all their gains go down the drain.
They've been bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits.
With no loop holes to excuse.
To accuse they've been abused.
Bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits...
To make sure no loose ends would dangle,
From a knit to slip!
And bolted deeper just to keep,
Mouths closed with silenced lips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified
Education a key
which fits many doors.
Ignorance a labyrinth.
Filled with dead-ends
tightly bolted.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bolted in and bolted out
To be humble is not to be slave
Though outwardly they may look same.
To be in the cell with doors bolted in
Is not being in it with doors bolted out.
28.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A happy couple
A man and a woman,
Hitherto unknown, were made known
By a hand pollination,
More by convention than conviction.
The hungry wolf was on the prey
As the cage was bolted in.
The cage was bolted out too
When they yielded their calves.
Lured by the identity
They endured the differences
And preserved the unity.
They remained like that
For the need of companionship
And the want of dependence.
People brand them a loving couple.
04.03 2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Door is the key
With the door bolted in, you feel secure;
When it is bolted out, you feel imprisoned.
With the door kept open, you feel free.
The third one ensures the freeness of mind.
02.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Get A Grip
I see it on the tv, its playing on my mind,
Everything I see has got something to do with killing my brother.
Just another mind game? or maybe its a sign,
When the child with a gun holds it up to the head of his brother.
Well that aint nice. gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, yeah.
Somebody tell me, where did we lose?
Wheres the point that we lost the control to live with each other?
Mister politician, searching for a lie.
Whats the truth? will the youth find the proof for a revolution?
Cause that aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get you into my life,
Gotta get a hold and get it moving.
I cant tell you what you need to know its up to you, oh yeah
That aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip, cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip.
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip and get it moving,
I cant tell you what you need to know, its up to you, oh yeah.
Dont your blood run cold, dont the sorrow show,
Hold on tight to what you have.
See it in your eyes, dont it make you cry,
Get a grip and shake the can.
Get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah,
Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a hold.
Get a grip on life, get a grip on life, get a grip on life,
Yeah get a grip.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Both Make A Difference
I am alone; leave me alone
Both make a difference.
Love is ignored; love is withdrawn.
Both make a difference.
Desire is denied; desire dried.
Both make a difference.
The room bolted out; the room bolted in.
They make a difference.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Could And You Should
Stop the complications of,
Your perceptions of...
A simple basicness,
You...
Choose to make more serious.
You could and you should.
Stop the complications of,
Your perceptions of...
A simple basicness,
You.
Choose to make more serious.
To tighten up some nuts,
To hold them to keep bolted...
Is simple.
Quite simple.
With a twist from left to right,
Is simple.
Quite simple.
Something will be tightened...
And it's simple.
Quite simple.
You could.
And you should,
Keep it simple without wrinkles.
You could.
And you should,
Make less noise...
Without a racket.
You could.
And you should,
Use a wrench and not an ax.
You could.
And you should.
You should,
And you could...
Stop the complications of,
Your perceptions of...
A simple basicness,
You...
Choose to make more serious.
You could and you should.
It's best to keep things simple, stupid!
You could.
And you should.
It's best to keep things simple, stupid!
You could.
And you should.
It's best to keep things simple, stupid!
You could.
And you should.
You could.
And you should.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why does marriage count?
Marriage gets better with time.
Live-in gets worse with time.
Marriage is the cell bolted outside.
Live-in is the cell bolted inside.
13.12.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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That Tingle of Devoted Love
In a grip.
Held!
And,
Not in it to be snuggled.
Choking every bit,
Of freedom felt and known.
And quite disturbed by it.
This once close knit relationship.
A habit unraveling.
And one now outgrown.
In a grip.
Twisting in a noose.
One chooses to slip loose.
And breathe again freely.
Allowing remembered Sun to shine through.
Undoing questions,
Of whether a life lived can be saved.
And resuscitated emotions,
Can be thawed from a frozen grave.
To feel,
Again...
That tingle of devoted love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rage
From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain
We were drinking beauty with our eyes
We were given all to make our own
Let us be left alone
Laid the tasks and paid the price
Everything survives
Crushed and bolted all the grain
At every wind what a stake were in
Is pain better than the grave
When we talk without amend
We see red and then
Deep inside our blood begins to boil
Like a tiger in the cage
We begin to shake with rage
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Closed, Bolted And Draped Windows
There is a noticeable slide,
Affecting the quality of life.
And a hiding, denying or shying away from it,
Has given it more momentum.
And for those choosing to sweep,
Disparaties under the rug to keep unseen...
Have found them growing to nurture,
Inside their own homes.
Condoning the presence,
Of what should not be there.
Or wishing not to hear it from another,
Does not make it disappear in thin air.
The accusations of someone else being negative...
Does not keep negativity creeping in an activity,
From peeping through closed, bolted...
And draped windows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Virgin Dreams
Gimme that one!
Wrap it up,
And bring it here.
Gimme that one.
And make it clear,
The tightened freshness
Should stay as it seems.
Gimme that one!
Wrap it up,
And bring it here.
Gimme that one.
And make it clear,
The tightened freshness
Should stay as it seems.
Gimme no one fanatic.
Or inclined to be dramatic.
With no knowledge of love.
Gimme someone who is romantic.
One who still sings,
Ecstactically.
I must fulfill my virgin dreams.
My search will end when I hear screams.
Gimme that one!
Wrap it up,
And bring it here.
Gimme that one.
And make it clear,
The tightened freshness
Should stay as it seems.
Gimme that one!
Wrap it up,
And bring it here.
Gimme that one.
And make it clear,
The tightened freshness
Should stay as it seems.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Colour My Life
If youre wondering why Ive not been speaking my mind sir
It took so long since I could call this my home
My shapes of confusion fit holes of frustration
And theres nothing worse then being home on your own
You can colour my life
Until it fits with your own
You can colour my life
Until it fits with your own
Ive been wondering why youve not been speaking your mind sir
Ive coloured my life and Ill make no bones
My shapes of confusion fit holes of frustration
You can colour my life until it fits with your own
You can colour my life
Until it fits with your own
You can colour my life
Until it fits with your own
You can colour my life
Until it fits with your own
You can colour my life
You can colour my life
If youre wondering why Ive not been speaking my mind sir
It took so long since I could call this my home
My shapes of confusion fit holes of frustration
You can colour my life until it fits with your own
You can colour my life
Until it fits with your own
You can colour my life
Until it fits with your own
You can colour my life
Until it fits with your own
You can colour my life
You can colour my life
Colour my life
Colour my life
Colour my life
song performed by by Oasis
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Deep
blank stare
disrepair
there's a big black hole gonna eat me up someday
(but) someday
fades away
like a memory - or a place that you'd rather be
some place
lost in space
an itch in my head that's telling me somewhere
somewhere
out there anywhere I don't care get me out of here
if I could feel
all the pins and the pricks
if you were real
I could take what's apart and put it all back together now
this will come true
help me get through
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
all I can do
driving me through
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
one track
got you on your back
your skin speaks up but you lips couldn't say it
right now I know somehow
we could take the chance and we could make it make it
right here make it all disappear
everything that we've been missing missing
you make me feel
like there's a part of me
that I want to get back again
make this come true
help me get through
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
all I can do
pushing it through
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
all I can do
driving on through
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
you're slipping through
I'm coming, too
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
we could become
two into one
leave this behind
over and done
everything new
I'm getting through
into you
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Then They Shovel Dirt!
when you quit being
awed by living...
then you are already dead.
when you have no more to give,
then you've closed,
and bolted the door.
when your eyes no longer see beauty,
then you are forever blind!
when you are not touched
by the need of all living beings...
then they shovel dirt,
and mumble prayers!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Triangle
Oh the gist of it all is the first day of fall is the day when my ship will set sail
The best of all friends will say good-bye again theres still time for one last glass of ale
Well sail away proudly, our backs to the wall on a southwind and lots of good cheer
And when weve looked over the white cliffs of dover, well be in bahama next year
From bermuda on down the triangle around us will teach us a lesson or two
Theres many a mate who unevenyly stated the course he had charted was true
Dont worry bout me, he said go down below, give a certified sailor a turn,
Just sip on your rum or Ill give you my thumb and say, son you got something t learn!
Its a mighty hard way to come down
And a mighty fine way to be found
So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship
Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips
With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips
Oh the best of all things is the first day of spring when when the water runs heavy and fast
The mermaids have all gone to davy jones ball
And it seems their first trip was their last
They had so much fun
They dont wish to return
To the beach where they lay all day long
Theyd rather stay under
And boy its no wonder
When all the rock lobsters roll on
Its a mighty fine way to be found
Triangle triangle
Oh see my ship dangle
Were bound for bahama my friend
Like lovers like danger
Like babies like mangers
But thats where my storybook ends
Like soldiers of fortune, believers in god
And all kings without crosses to bear
All sweepers and cleaners
With no misdemeanors
Should try the triangle out there
Its a mighty hard way to come down
And a mighty fine way to be found
So hand me my grip
From an old sailing ship
Put the kiss of dawn on my lips
With some luck tonight
I might have her at my fingertips
When she took her last tumble
The sea bottom rumbled
There was no confusion or blame
The captain said men we must answer again to the sea so ye may not complain
And as they lay sleeping down there in the deep
With their faces turned up to the stars
A tuna fish turned
To a mermaid in bed and said
There goes another sandbar
Its a mighty hard way to come down
And a mighty fine way to be found
So hand me my grip
From an old sailing ship
Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips
With some luck tonight
I might have her at my fingertips
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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It's no use locking the stable door after the horse has bolted.
It's too late to shut the stable door after the horse has bolted.