Wasted Investment
A wasted investment,
Should not take days, months or decades...
To detect an ineffectiveness.
Yet there are those who maintain their high hopes,
Even when the aspects of those wishes kept to oneself...
Show not a reason why one should keep such expectations.
Especially when addressed,
During a short lived honeymoon.
'Oh snap out of it!
The ceremony is over.
I said 'yes' to the marriage.
Did you hear me utter a single promise,
I'd remain devoted with commitment?
And besides,
I am not into you.
I just wanted to win a bet.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We are called to show utter commitment to the God who is revealed in Jesus and to all those to whom His invitation is addressed.
quote by Rowan Williams
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I Never Wanted
I created myself to be on my own
But I didn't expect to be alone
Did you create yourself to be on your own?
These are the reasons things should be unknown
The days won't let you know
Days won't let you know
That all I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you
No one creates themselves unless they try to
Shut up the caution that made them lie to
All this talk but no one will tell me
Where and when I need to go
The days won't let you know
Days won't let you know
That all I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you
There is no reason, there is no reason, there is no reason
For that now
There is no reason, there is no reason, there is no reason
For that
All I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you
(It's with you so)
All I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere
Ever wanted to know anywhere with you
song performed by by Idlewild
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Alankar(Decor) -44
Honeymoon(Pleiades)
Happy days they spend some
Honey doused days with love
Her hopes heave high his words
His dreams soar high with her
Hopes and dreams wish for kids
Highlighted moon in rounds
Hosts grand the couple new
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Ell Briddley
Ell Briddley she knows of the hard side of life
For many years she has been a battered wife
Her late husband Jake often bashed her and their only child Joe
He succumbed to cancer some five years ago.
Her twenty years of marriage one might say tough
And of marriage she feels she's had more than enough
The reason is not hard to understand why
That she will not give marriage another try.
At her husband's passing she did not shed tears
She feels her life with him were sad wasted years
Her son Joe is married in a distant town with a one year old son
And she feels quite proud of how well he has done.
Ell Briddley she is fifty seven years old
And for her years she is attractive to behold
To a few proposals of marriage she has said no
She is one who will not give marriage another go.
Ell Briddley is a happy woman today
And the single life seems to suit her okay
For falling for Jake she paid the bitter price
And now she will remain as single by choice.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Marriage: Stages to be fololwed
First, marriage should be love
all encompassing, total, and free.
Love that grows stronger each day
soft murmurs of Thee, Thee, Thee.
Second, marriage should be sacrifice
giving of self, regardless of reward.
Gift gladly given, with open heart
shielded from life's harsh sword.
Third, marriage should be commitment
utter loyalty, deep to the bone.
Absolutely, no questions asked
faithfully promised, never alone.
Lastly, marriage should be forever
family bonded, yet all still free.
Lives joined with love, sacrifice, and commitment
an eternity promised with -
Thee, Thee, Thee
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Standing On Ceremony
Remember your manners
Will you please take your hat off
Your mother is dying
Listen to her cough
We were always standing on ceremony
We were always standing on ceremony
Cant you show some respect please
Although you didnt in real life
Your mother is dying
And I God damn well hope youre satisfied
We were always standing on ceremony
We were always standing on ceremony
So please play another song on that juke box
Please play another pretty sad song for me
And if that phone rings, tell them that you havent seen me
If that last phone rings
Tell them that you havent seen me for weeks
And this one heres on me
Standing on ceremony, standing on ceremony
Standing on ceremony, standing on ceremony
Standing on ceremony, you were always standing on ceremony
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Singleton in womanhood
Being single for a woman is joyful
In that it ensures everlasting flirting
With a variety of men in succession.
And the pleasure of having men around.
Being single for a woman is fruitful
In that it assures a lasting freedom from
The bondage, commitment and tolerance,
That the marriage would impose upon her.
Being single for a woman is gainful
In that it provides her with a relief
From the ennui of the monotony in sex,
That would push her to aversion for sex.
Being single for a woman is painful
In that it reserves her fatal end,
In her yellow days, by rendering her
Companionless, to die as an orphan.
22.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Loving a Soldier
loving a soldier is a high price to pay,
loving him truly is hard when he's away.
it's being alone with nothing to hold;
it's being young, but feeling old;
it's having him whisper his love for you;
it's whispering back that you love him too.
there comes a kiss and a promise for more,
as his plane slowly rises to soar;
reluctantly, painfully, letting him go,
while your insides are dying from wanting him so,
standing alone with your hopes, dreams, and fears.
it's sending a letter with the stamp upside down,
to a far away love in a far away town.
it's going to church to kneel and pray,
and really meaning the things that you say.
being in love will foster your dreams,
of that far away soldier your mind fairly beams.
days go by, no mail for a spell,
you wait for some word to hear he is well.
then a letter arrives, and your given in,
to open his letter and read it with a grin.
yes, he is well and he misses you so,
it's filled with the love you wanted to know.
weeks are like months, and months are like years,
you wait for the day when you'll have no more fears.
days go by slowly, how many have passed?
yes, loving a soldier brings bitterness and fears,
lonlieness, sadness, and despondent years.
loving a soldier isn't much fun,
but it's worth the price when the battle is won;
and remember he is thinking of you everyday,
he's sad he's lonely while so far away;
so love him and miss him and hold your head high,
be strong and have faith, wipe that tear from your eye.
it's the high price to pay for loving a soldier.
poem by Kriston Mchugh
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Benumbed
She stood as silhouette
In the twilight of the moon
Her red bridal attire
Made her look all the more beautiful
She was called upon
To vow the seven promises of marriage
But she couldn’t manage to take
Even a single step ahead
Her eyes were fixed
at the tears of his eyes
Now they had to fall
On her wedding night
The love she longed to see
is in his eyes today
the commitment she wanted to hear
is in his voice today.
But today someone is waiting
To tie a wedding knot with her
Somebody whose hopes for life
Are already engaged with her
Is this a dream come true
Or a nightmare? - she wonders
Her true love is back to her
But for marriage she is summoned
Put everything at stake for him
Or marry a chosen someone
What if he leaves her again
But what if he doesn’t?
Is that a question raised by God
Or an answer to all the complications
Is that a voice of love she hears
Or a call for obligation
She stands there benumbed
Indecisive of where to go
Her steps tend to move one direction
But her heart doesn’t follow….
In Love With A Soldier
Loving a soldier is a high price to pay,
loving him truly is hard when he's away.
It's being alone with nothing to hold;
lt's being young, but feeling old;
it's having him whisper his love for you;
it's whispering back that you love him too.
There comes a kiss and a promise for more,
as his plane slowly rises to soar;
reluctantly, painfully, letting him go,
while your insides are dying from wanting him so,
watching him leave with eyes full of tears,
standing alone with your hopes, dreams and fears.
It's sending a letter with the stamp upside down,
to a far away love in a far away town.
It's going to church to kneel and pray,
and really meaning the things that you say.
Being in love will foster your dreams,
of that far away soldier your mind fairly beams.
Days go by, no mail for a spell,
you wait for some word to hear that he's well.
Then a letter arrives, and you've given in,
to open his letter and read it with a grin,
yes, he is well and misses you so,
it's filled with the love you wanted to know.
Weeks are like months, and months are like years,
you wait for the day when you'll have no more fears.
Days go by slowly, how many have passed?
Yes, loving a soldier brings bitterness and fears,
loneliness, sadness and despondent years.
Loving a soldier isn't much fun,
but it's worth the price when the battle is won;
and remember he is thinking of you everyday,
he's sad and he's lonely while so far away;
so love him and miss him and hold your head high,
be strong and have faith, wipe that tear from your eye.
It's the high price you pay for loving a soldier
poem by Danielle Elsworth
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Loyal In Commitment and Devoted In Deed
A damage done that has become effective,
May give some a reason to take credit.
Since a belief to keep mentalities,
Incapable of thinking without assistance...
Or appropriate coaching,
Has to be acknowledged as is done.
And...
This is an achievement sought for some,
Who feel it is important to maintain...
A noticeable number of minds shown to be incompetent.
And by doing so ensures them secured employment.
With services rendered in a manner,
That it becomes determined...
Indispensible are those who are loyal in commitment,
And devoted in deed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Detailed To Perfection
Overwhelmed, underpaid and married,
To someone who perceives...
Going through the ceremony was enough.
And the performance of being a full-time spouse,
With a part-time agenda given AND expectations...
Roleplayed as seen on TV as duties,
Have a high degree of respect to examine and reflect...
Since no one appears to be exhausted,
From scene to scene.
Nor...
Does a reality hold promise for a lasting relationship,
To depict as scripted for a fulfillment that is blissed.
Not for two discussing retirement plans and death policies,
Just two weeks after the throwing of rice and best wishes.
Although the wedding had been detailed to perfection.
And that picket fence doesn't sit too well,
With the neighbors living across the hall...
In an apartment building.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once Upon A Wedding Day
Once upon a wedding day
A couple joined in a close association
with hopes of love and good fortune to stay
That brought a state of euphoria to them
In every distinguished way.
Once upon a wedding day
the memories of their courtship
Glowed warmly in their heart
Where care and cultivated affection
Ever played a fundamental part.
Once upon a wedding day
The marriage ceremony was extra special
With the wedding march stately and slow
And the procession seemed to sparkle
And brought forth an attractive glow.
Once upon a wedding day
The marriage ceremony and festivities,
The cards and gifts and flowers
Filled this day with cheerfulness
And many lovely and happy hours.
Once upon a wedding day
Those that they loved surrounded them
To share their happiness this day
Bestowing their blessings of the marriage
And for their nuptial vows to forever stay.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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When Hopes Ran High
When hopes ran high the world was young,
We thought that we would never die,
And glorious were the songs we sung
In those grand days when hopes ran high.
When hopes ran high the world was true
We thought that friends could never lie—
There have been bitter truths for you
And me, since days when hopes ran high.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Have pride and vanity
Service and sacrifice can be the base
For your pride and not your caste or creed.
Have pride that you have helped someone rise
And not that you have conquered someone.
Pride is that one feels about oneself high.
Show vanity for your simplicity;
Show not vanity for your affluence.
Show vanity for your affinity;
Show not vanity for your elegance.
Vanity is that one shows oneself high.
11.07.208
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Story of a girl
this is the story of a girl-(and not a song by blink 182 ewww)
who allways found herself
hateing this world
everything that happened
allways was her fault
she finally decided
it wasnt worth the guilt
that she would rather die
than live another day
that she would rather die
than hear another lie
for days, weeks, months,
she tried to decide
if she wanted life
or just death
she decided to give up
she chose the wimps way out
she chose to have
her funeral b4 marriage
her barrial b4 graduation
the gun b4 too lobg
was loaded and at her head
a single tear rolled down her face
she knew soon she would have to leave
her lover mom and dad
so she slowly squeezed the trigger
and finally she had peace
but wait
what are those voices
where are they comeing from
what is that light
am i in heaven
i thought there was no such thing
but i hear one sweet voice
but it sounds so sad
it is josh
i hurt him real bad
as i slowly drift away i hear them say 'were losing her'
i hear a tiny wimpering cry
and from there i hear nothing
i am gone...
date unknown
poem by Bekie Carroll
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Barely rhymed sonnet: Love and Law
The universe, a single act of love,
it’s said; and ever so, then, must remain;
is never other; has no place for hate,
save in the minds and hearts of less than men..
the universe, a single, lawful law;
from which all laws emerge, as reason does;
emerge as justice, in those laws observed;
and known and lived, a promise of true bliss;
may we, then, share a single, wholesome view
in which the love of law, and law of love
rest warm in heart and bright in eye and mind,
and meet to know this mercy from above?
Thus live as the Creator’s mind – a prayer
I barely dare; yet hope That heart to share..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Slave Girl
In old Baghdad, a long time ago, lived a beautiful girl
She was captured by pirates and became a slave girl
While on the ship, the Capitan and the beautiful girl fell in love
There is a new twist to this story
The Capitan always performs the marriage ceremony
Therefore, the Capitan performed their marriage ceremony
After that, the handsome Capitan and the beautiful girl ruled the oceans
She was a lucky girl, after all, wasn't she?
February 2,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
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We Gave Her A Bouquet Of Roses
We gave her a bouquet of roses to place on her baby's grave
The baby girl born alive that the doctors could not save
The birth of new born baby a time of joy and cheer
But if the new born baby die such news none wish to hear.
She has to weep her grief away and shed those painful tears
Or else the hurt will stay with her for years and years and years
To bottle up her sense of loss will only cause more pain
She has to shed her grief in tears or with her 'twill remain.
She carried her child for nine months looked to the birth with joy
But her happiness was snatched from her in the twinkling of an eye
My thoughts go to her husband too his expectations high
But tragedy visited him he watched his baby die.
What can one say at a time like this there's nothing one can say
To ease the burden of the grief that they must feel today
Nine months of expectations in a moment snatched away
But sun as ever waits to shine behind the clouds of gray.
A bouquet of flowers and sympathy card to place on baby's grave
But how can any one expect of them at such time to be brave
They have to let their feelings show and weep their grief away
For if not sorrow will live on and hurt with them will stay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Show Must Go On
Baby, although I chose this lonely life
It seems it's strangling me now
All the wild men with big cigars and gigantic cars
They're all laughing at me now
Oh I've been used...used...
I've been a fool...oh what a fool
I broke all the rules...rules...yeah
But I must let the show go on
Baby, there's an enormous crowd of people
And they're all after my blood
I wish maybe they'd tear down the walls of this theater
And let me out...let me out
Oh, I've been so blind, yeah
I've wasted time, wasted, wasted oh so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire, yeah
But I must let the show go on
I've been so blind, oh yes, I've been so blind
Wasted my time, wasted so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire, yeah
But I must let the show go on
Baby, I wish you'd help me escape
And help me get away
Leave me outside my address
Far away from this masquerade
I've been so blind, oh yes, I've been so blind
Wasted my time, wasted so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire, yeah
But I must let the show go on
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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