The M.O.& A.N.O.B.B. n' W. Award
'Never in my wildest dreams,
Had I ever in my lifetime 'think'
I would be so highly honored.
With such a prestigious citation.
I have been moved emotionally,
By such an incredible and heartfelt jesture.
And...
May I say,
If it had not been for 'you'...
Those I have come to touch.
This award...
The first of its kind,
Would not have been made possible.
Just to know my efforts,
Are being duly noted!
And in this acceptance,
I express my appreciation.
I thank each and every one of you,
Responsible for this.
And may this achievement,
Be not the end...
But the beginning,
Of more of that which you expect.'
~Well,
What do you think?
Too long?
Should I 'add' or cut out something? ~
*Oh heavens no!
But I do think,
A slow dropping tear...
From your left eye...
Should bring the audience to its collective feet.
That would clinched it.
Expect thunderous applause.*
~Brilliant.
I love it.
That 'tear' falling business,
Is great.
Thank you!
And that would reek of sincerity too!
I will prove to them,
They have chosen the right one.~
*Oh, yeah...
Repeat again for me,
The name of the award.*
~Sure.
No problem.
It's The Most Obnoxious and Arrogant Negro,
To Offend Both Blacks n' Whites Award.
I am positive it will not be awarded too often.
I made sure my act would be a hard one to follow.
I've earned this.
Trust me.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Star, still a kid
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Catty Talk between God of Death and a Professor
' Travel posthaste to hell
to receive the award
of excellence for acts
sinful and illegal'
' I didn't seek awards
the State or national
and international.
I won't slink to hell'
' It isn't mortal award.
In all your seven births
you had done wrongs severe.
See me, I'm God of Death'.
' Please don't sling the noose.
To tease, deflower, rape
molest...I have all rights
for guiding them to Ph.D'
' You did the crimes unseen
in College research lab.
You deserve the award
for your depraved conduct'
' I can't take the students
to lodge raided often.
I get money from men
and honey from women'
' O You caterer of Ph.D
A posthumus award
you will get in the hell
from the ghoul of HIV'
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I have my philosophy and you've learnt from it under a faculty,
And today you have a Degree awarded to you because of the works of my philosophy.
Who is then ready to award me of my works as aphilosopher?
But sincere greetings and thanks to all teachers around the world;
For today i am what i am and my students know my status,
But who will award me of all my researched works?
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Awarding To Self
The king shall not have his kingdom
Honour himself with an award
That he deserves by virtue of facts.
Such award will degrade his worth.
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World's Greatest Hero Is......
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whose name is more epic than the eminem song Stan
he's our ultimate defence
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the award goes to the famous Trojan Man
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A Doctor-Poet’s Tribute to a Great Doctor and Man of Science
It was a rare, rare find!
I say this with my heart and mind;
I was so thrilled to find a man –
So learned, yet simple – I was his fan!
A man of science
With conscience!
He donned a string of fine degrees;
The man was bent to fight disease;
He occupied the highest chair
At MAHE’s academic hill, so rare.
I wondered how a man could rise
So adamantly, without vice
To be a great phenomenon –
A proud, prodigy physician.
He made his parents, country proud,
And placed his family in ninth cloud!
A Stanlian with great awards –
Pride of India award;
Dr.B.C. Roy award;
Jagdish Chander Bose award;
Distinguished Physician of India award;
Great Teacher award
Stanley Alumini award
Karnataka Rajyothsava award
Excellence for 2000 award
And many more on his cards!
Step by step, he climbed each rung
Of life’s ladder to stay among
The most elite of medical men
With scholastic prowess and ken
That few Indians ev’r attained,
And God-willingly rarely gained!
He was an eminent teacher,
And ‘State-of-the-art’ top reacher;
A par excellence Professor,
Erudite ex tempore speaker.
He loves to teach and train students,
And toils to updat knowledge, hence;
He wears a smile of humbleness
That masks a face of true greatness.
He continues still to be:
A cardiologist- Teacher,
A referee and researcher;
An examiner and author;
A friendly guide, philosopher.
I pray that God must bless this soul
For pursuing a noble role
Of healing people suffering
And yet, from others differing!
Man in his early seventies,
God grant him health and mental peace.
Fondly dedicated to Dr. B.M.Hegde, Ex. VC, MAHE, Manipal.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-16-2009
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Peace Award to Barack Obama
Awarded to one head of nation
Who thinks he doesn't deserve
But feels honoured to be
in the company of those
who in centuries have worked for peace.
Awarded to one head of a nation
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and speeches, a shared aspiration
of all the international communities..
An award to one head of states, worthy
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and upheld the dignity of all persons
irrespective of their colour, sex and ages.
A Nobel Peace Prize of Peace to Obama,
a common award worthy to be shared
with soldiers and mothers, common citizens
and philanthropists, students, teachers, scientists
and activists and all those who fight that the world
we live in maybe a safe habitat for all.
Yes, let this shared peace award to one head of state
be a continuous call to common action
against the grave economic crises in treasuries,
the climate change in the globe of earth,
the escalation of military weapons
and the wage against the tentacles of terror.
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Planting a kiss on the wrong cheek
Great gathering
Welcome speech
Presidential address
Special speakers
All praises
Laurels won
List of achievements
List of benefits to the society
Nature and number of beneficiaries
The vision
The mission
The efforts
The perseverance
The compassion
At the end of it all
A shield
A medallion
A citation
A cash award
The recipient
Thanked all
And added
All the good words said of me
Were possible
Because of the contribution
Showered on me
By the nature
By the people working with me
Or for me
By the people who participated in my programmes
By the people who were benefited
By the assistance and help from so many others
I feel this appreciation is like
Planting a kiss on the wrong cheek
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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People Expect Too Much From Me
aug,11,2010
people expect me to be perfect,
because i'm smart,
people expect me to get good grades,
because of all the hard work i put in,
people expect me to have my own business,
because i can be talented and creative,
people expect me to be a push over,
rather than a girl who speaks her mind,
people expect me to be something i'm not,
but all i can be is only myself,
people expect me to deal with life,
i can only deal with it the best i can,
people expect me to handle more than i can,
but who is it really for or what do i have to prove?
people expect me to be who they want,
but did they ever stop to think of what i wanted?
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Showing Warmth Is Not a Myth
'Rumors about me being,
Obnoxious, rude and tempermental...
Have been over exaggerated.
When I talk over someone...
I'm helping them maintain their enthusiasm,
For communication.
And the bonding that comes from the honesty...
Of such rare an beneficial times.
When these moments come to award us.'
Wonderful!
I like the way you have written this!
Let me read it over a few more times...
To get the feel and 'tone' of it!
I should be able to add some sincerety!
Oh...
Look over the one you wrote for me,
Entitled, 'Showing Warmth Is Not a Myth'.
That one went right over my head.
There are too many typos!
It has to be perfect.
Especially if you expect me to display any of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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First Encounter - Ramli Ibrahim
Ramli Ibrahim
his advice that still caught my heart
'do what knocks on your heart'
Ramli is the foremost exponent of Indian classical dance, bharata natyam and Odissi in Malaysia. For more than 35 years, he has indulged in the arts, though controversial to his faith, Islam. Muslims think the dances of hinduistic elements are in contradiction to the tenets of Islam. However to Ramli, who has an engineering degree from Australia thinks the art is close to his heart and that he cannot live without choosing it as a profession.
Ramli was named the recipient of the 2004 Boh Cameronian Lifetime Achievement Award, the most prestigious arts award to those promoting the theatre and arts in Malaysia.
The first time I met Ramli was in Kuala Lumpur some 25 years ago. He was then a young man still in a dilemma as to whether to be a dancer or an engineer. He somewhat sensed I should be doing something what I really wanted too and gave me a similar advice.
Ramli this May and June organised the first Odissi dance festival in Kuala Lumpur featuring a series of interesting workshops, exhibitions, and performances of Odissi dancers from around the world.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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They Are Tearing Down My Grandfather's House
(An NLP Editor's Choice Award Winner in Verdant Lands of Spring) They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
The windows they've removed. To them it's real
estate, to me it's my heart being ripped in two.
The realtors, the bankers, the moneymen don't understand.
A house is more than made of wood, a house is made of man. My Grandfather's house is a memory that will
endure after it's torn down.
He's been gone for near thirty years, but his
house had lived on.
I know the world is made of change, and change
is all that's real. But one thing I cannot change,
that is the way I feel. I wipe a tear in the falling rain,
because they are tearing down my Grandfather's
house, and it gives me pain.
I love him as if it were yesteryear,
his wit and smile as warm as the sun.
The house once stood to remind me, but that too
is gone. They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
Yet a house if more than made of wood,
a house is made of love.
poem by David A. Webb
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Expect More
Expect more,
From yourself...
Before your self respect,
becomes enclosed
Behind shut doors.
Expect more,
Not less.
When your best,
Has been ignored.
Expect more,
Or you'll be next...
Left when your intentions,
Begin to bore.
Expect more,
From those awake.
But the exchange makes them snore.
Expect more,
If a game played becomes too straight.
And you must be that whore!
To gain the attention,
Some express you adore.
Expect more...
From them and yourself to win.
In this life expect more.
Don't accept what is suspected.
Don't throw tantrums and fits...
Just to keep limits explored!
Expect more!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Questioned the Reek
When behavior they 'then' expressed,
Was not addressed...
But to some questionable?
Those of responsibility could have stood up,
To the plate.
No one did this.
But many bit down to chew!
And...
Instead,
An appreciation for that was shown.
With a bowing to lower eyes and heads.
Mixed signals were sent.
And deceit and devilment...
Were given carte blanche signals,
Not to slow down with caution...
But to move like blinded bulls,
Charging through halls...
Where precious crystal and china were used.
And no one confused a 'no' with a 'go'!
In fact...
Honors were given.
And some medals bestowed.
Some folks were given carte blanche signals.
For more of this to be exposed.
And it showed.
And they did...go!
Taking 'everything' with them,
To an humongous cellpool!
A deepened hole...
Where rooms were added.
And pretensions glowed!
With a renovation to extend the existing stench.
Guests were invited and asked to adorn masks.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
But...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
And...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned.
No one questioned.
No one questioned the reek.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deserving Of Thunderous Applause
In the light shining as brightly,
As man made wattage can create...
On every aspect of life uncovered these days,
There are those still deluded with beliefs...
They can do absolutely what they please.
And not be detected.
With a disregarding of flashing warning signs.
Dead end fences placed in front of paveless roads.
And limping victims bandaged from head to toe.
There are those choosing to stubbornly resist this,
With or without the validation of 'rumors'...
To remove these proven barriers.
And...
Will later admit to anyone who will listens,
How they wished that had made other decisions...
That would not only relieved them from misery and regret.
But would have also eliminated their need to find reasons,
To blame someone else...
For the feeling of their discomforts.
These performances heard more and more each day,
Are deserving of thunderous applause...
From those touched and emotionally moved,
By some the best dramatic acting found anywhere...
Although rehearsed,
But not produced for stage or film to be repeatedly witnessed.
'The tears!
The trembling of the lips.
Your slow downcasting of the eyes...
To become affixed as if saddened?
Simply incredible!
Magnificent.
One of the most brilliant performances I have 'ever' seen.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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