The Basic Law Of Survival
when you are so hungry
hungrier than a dog
who cares about the cleanliness of the food
that is available for your taking?
when you are too tired
you do not mind what place is it that sleep takes you
you just dropp dead
and snore
in the most basic instincts
man can be anything
in the worst form of our emptiness
whatever is it that fills us for the meantime
we shall take in
we do not bother if it comes from God anymore
heaven and hell become nothing in the making
it is the basic law of survival
religion, morality, ethical standards
do not matter.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The basic needs
If you don’t have one
Wonder if you come
When you don’t come home,
It is a basic need.
If you don’t have one
Listen to the feelings
You want to share with,
It is a basic need.
If you don’t have one
Attend you away
In case you fall sick,
It is a basic need.
Food, clothes, shelter
Alone aren’t the basic needs.
22.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Living up to basic ethical standards in the classroom-discipline, tolerance, honesty-is one of the most important ways children learn how to function in society at large.
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It is not an exaggeration to say that play is as basic to your child's total development as good food, cleanliness, and rest.
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Un-suppressible is sex
To steal, to kill and to fight
Are all the basic instincts,
From abstinence of which
We suffer not much,
Guilt well under control.
To woo, to flirt and to court
Also form from sex-instincts,
To restrain from which
We suffer a lot.
Lust is the taproot,
Others only laterals.
08.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Meditation Poem 1 - Emptiness of the Mind
emptiness of the mind
a realm bigger than this head can hold
bigger than dead could hold
it is when you are absorbed in
the blossoming of a night flower
every second it scents time like heaven
emptiness of the mind
it is when your mind fills a huge boulder
like a soul, sprawled over the universe
taking in all with solid stoicism
a desire frozen by coldness
harder to break than rock
emptiness of the mind
it is when your mind cast a bigger mystery
than the black hole
so vast and empty you realise the zen of things
that there are things surviving on emptiness,
just being empty
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Have Desire To Have
Have money,
Plenty of money,
or little money,
Have appetite,
Have no time,
we are hungry,
and then become angry.
Have appetite,
Burning appetite,
Churning appetite,
dizzy appetite.
Have appetite,
Have plenty of time, but
Have no money.
People are hungry,
and they are hungry as always.
Angry are hungry,
anger for better things,
Better fast food,
better service,
better facilities
Hungry people are angry,
anger for basic food,
Just to fill the pit,
that churns day and night,
not knowing,
What is available to a man.
Hunger is the turning point,
when insufficiency is pointed.
Hunger is an insult,
when inefficiency is noted.
Let us have the desire,
to have a better world,
where no human,
go and sleep with hungry.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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I think Barack Obama has brought a new level of ethical standards to Washington. Has he changed some basic hard-knuckle politics? No. You need hard-knuckle politics to succeed.
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I Don't Care Anymore
Well you can tell ev'ryone I'm a down disgrace
So drag my name all over the place.
I don't care anymore. (I don't care)
You can tell ev'rybody 'bout the state I'm in
You won't catch me crying 'cos I just can't win.
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
I don't care what you say
I don't play the same games you play.
'Cos I've been talking to the people that you call your friends
And it seems to me there's a means to and end.
They don't care anymore. (they don't care)
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind.
I don't care anymore I don't care no more
I don't care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway.
I won't be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
Well, I don't care now what you say (I don't care what you say)
'Cos ev'ry day (everyday)
I'm feeling fine with myself (I'm feeling fine with myself)
And I don't care now what you say (I don't care what you say)
Hey I'll do alright by myself (I'll be alright by myself)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care anymore
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
'Cos I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face 'cos ya held all the cards.
I don't care anymore.
And I really ain't bothered what you think of me
'Cos all I want of you is just a let me be.
I don't care anymore
Did you hear? I don't care no more
I don't care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway.
We won't be there any more
So get out of our way.
Let us by
We got better things to do with our time
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care
We don't care
We don't care (anymore)
We don't care
song performed by by Kelis
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Too Much In-The-Love
A position of proposition kept.
Researched...
With a common sense,
Not academic!
I am not someone to invite to test.
But I've never met an obstacle...
That has of yet,
Made me unhappy because we've met.
'Cause I'm...
Too much in-the-love!
Yes,
I'm...
Just too basic.
I studied all the books in school.
And as a rule I found this true...
I am,
Too much in-the-love!
Yes!
And...
Just too basic.
My Masters and my Doctorate,
I got early in life.
And the military taught me...
To be,
Decisive!
A position of proposition kept.
Researched...
With a common sense,
Not academic!
'Cause I'm...
Too much in-the-love!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just 'too' basic.
My 'degree' is in my 'own' history!
And my proposition spoken,
Is in my position...
Stated!
Too much in-the-love!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
I'm Just TOO basic.
My Masters and my Doctorate,
I got early in life.
And the military taught me...
To be,
Decisive!
And today I'm delighted.
'Cause I'm...
Just too much,
In-the-LOVE!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just too basic.
'Cause I'm...
Just 'too' much,
In-the-LOVE!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just TOO basic.
So basic I am wide eyed.
And I'm...
Just 'too' much in-the-love.
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just TOO basic.
And earned to keep!
Yes I'm too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Yes too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just too much.
Yes I'm too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Yes too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just TOO much.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Must Grow Poorer
Millions will go to bed hungry tonight that does seem sad to say
And many of them will not wake again for to see another day
The sad fact that many die of malnutrition is sad cause for lament
Whilst billions in war by Governments are spent
Even in the World's wealthiest Nations people live in abject poverty
And the unequal distribution of wealth does seem all wrong to me
The wealthy getting wealthier whilst the homeless of poverty street
Are searching in the rubbish for thrown out food to eat
To have enough of food and shelter should be a basic human right
But millions must try to sleep hungry without shelter tonight
And many cannot feed their families on their meagre take home pay
In an egalatarian World things would never be this way
And many must grow poorer for every new millionaire
And for the hungry millions doesn't life seem so unfair.
poem by Francis Duggan
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When The Money Is Right
Dollar profits gone.
And the purpose of one's life,
Goes misunderstood.
Or never comprehended,
As life should be...
A priority.
And on the top of one's agenda.
If lived and embraced.
When the money is right...
Everybody with it wants to play big shot,
All day!
All night!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
And needs of the helpless,
Becomes an oversight.
Dollar profits gone.
And the purpose of one's life,
Goes misunderstood.
Or never comprehended,
As life should be...
A priority.
And on the top of one's agenda.
If lived and embraced.
But when it fades away,
People feel and looked disgraced.
As if embarrassed and filled with hate.
And with an emptiness inside that takes place...
They then create racist activities,
Seething to draw someone's blood to bleed.
With an irateness baited to please.
Shown with those of insecurities...
Without resources from others to squeeze!
When the money is right...
Everybody with it wants to play big shot,
All day!
All night!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
And needs of the helpless,
Becomes an oversight.
A selfishness bites...
Whether money is right,
Or not!
Oh...oh!
Oh...oh!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
Oh...oh...oh.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
Oh...oh...oh.
When the money is right,
Few have sleepless nights!
With dreams of making,
And taking it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Staring At The Monitor
i know i am not alone
experiencing this kind of stare
at the monitor when you think you cannot write
not because there is nothing to write anymore but because
you will not to.
of course you regret such kind of decision
that negates what you are what you do what hardheaded man
are you,
you begin again not thinking what thoughts are shaped of
there is no form that convinces you
everything is fluid like air shaping itself upon every
emptiness of
its container
what makes this void that takes a shape inside our brains?
what keeps us busy thinking about nothing
what makes us so passive
like empty balloons taking the shape of air pushed from the
mouth of our beholder?
ah, you may say
you are beholden to no one
it is the same thing that i keep on saying to myself
we like to think that all are smooth that at the end paradise reigns
again
that we are welcome
that no one shall be punished and forsaken
but i have seen the death of one
there inside his locked room
three days
gunned
foul
his body rotten
the guide was the group of flies
telling
here is the one
who thought there are no rules
even in love
here is he
he is dead and those who are alive
has something again to think about
the void that fills the spaces
of our pores
our hearts hungry again for instruction
our bodies
waiting for the next line
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poems
Poems
Are the only food
For my hungry soul.
But
What a paradox!
More the food
To appease
The more hungrier
I get!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Lust less is listless
Lust is born with the embryo
With-in the mother’s womb,
To grow with it as basic instincts.
Conscience is born with the birth of psycho
With-out the mother’s womb,
To grow as many-fold ethics.
Lust strives to quench the thirst
For food, water and, most the sex,
Never ending till the last.
Conscience strides to uphold Ego,
With search for love, name and safety,
Often putting down the Lust.
When fed, Lust brings cheer.
When fed, Ethic quells fear.
Who dares, gets cheer.
Too much under the sway of Ethic
One ends up one’s life sans cheer;
Suppressed is the Lust.
Lust, when maimed or chopped,
Its root is never cut, nor dead.
Rather it deranges or spearheads.
Which is why Lust sneaks out its head,
When thwarted, to get fed
And breeds cheers behind the door.
Erotic pleasure has no equals.
Forgo it not, by being ethical.
22.05.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Religion of Austerity
Strip me of the excesses of a living wage.
Lead me to the religion of austerity.
Cleanse my desire to attain all my basic needs,
So I can pursue financial morality.
Show me to the Kingdom of Capitalism.
Define the extent of my spiritual price.
I will learn from ritualistic suffering
And become a better person through sacrifice.
Teach me the holy virtues of sovereignty.
Give me something to worship. Let my heart open,
So I can find my draconian salvation.
Tell me what is waiting at the gates of its heaven.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Sonnet: On Conversions On Earth
Each man seeks better things in his lifetime!
So is a search for God, a thing most prime;
It is the basic freedom of all men,
To freely practise their choice religion.
When food, shelter, clothing, wisdom are got,
Man seeks a perfect environmental slot;
And when his ambitions have been attained,
Man wants to really realize God.
With poverty wiped and a literate mind,
Tranquility in Nature, man will find;
He discards those religions, weak/ lifeless,
And takes up one more meaningful/ selfless!
Thus, conversion is a predestined one,
And that of souls is by God’s mercy ‘lone!
poem by John Celes
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Fall Into Sleep
Dreams of earthquakes
Dreams of hurricanes
Dreams of pouring rain
Dreams of tidal waves (wash us all away)
Dreams of guns blaze
Dreams of fire rage
Dreams of swollen graves
Dreams of hollow pain
All gone
No more fallen
No more enemy
No more casualty
No more dream
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
I have a dream
But nobody cares, nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
Hang on to a dream
That nobody wants, nobody cares anymore
Dreams of morning grief
Dreams of disbelief
Dreams of tragedy
Dreams of old disease (to take us all away)
Dreams of fideltiy
Dreams of enemies
Dreams of loyalty
Dreams of new disease
All gone, All gone
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
I have a dream
But nobody cares, nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
Hang on to a dream
That nobody wants, nobody cares anymore
The angels are richer
Fall with broken burning wings
Are we dead inside
Are we blind
The dead keep moving forward
Backwards with those dies
We're losing sight
We're lost inside
No more fallen
No more enemy
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
I have a dream
But nobody cares, nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
Hang on to a dream
That nobody wants, nobody cares
Nobody wants, nobody cares anymore
All gone
All gone
All gone
All gone
song performed by by Mudvayne
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The entire cosmos is made out of one and the same world-stuff, operated by the same energy as we ourselves. "Mind" and "matter" appears as two aspects of our unitary mind-bodies. There is no separate supernatural realm: all phenomena are part of one natural process of evolution. There is no basic cleavage between science and religion; they are both organs of evolving humanity.
quote by Julian Huxley
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I think the average citizen is going to see no less than a $1,500 or more increase in what it's going to cost for basic living next year,... Taking sales tax off food isn't going to take care of all of that, but I think it's a way that we can help.
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The Bench By The River
It’s six thirty on Sunday morning
and I’ve been here since three.
I don’t sleep much now-a-days,
but that don’t bother me.
The flies are here as usual
taking salt from my skin
whilst I’m having breakfast
of blood red wine and gin.
I remember when I was married
I had food three times a day.
Now, I eat when I’m hungry,
but not much comes my way.
I live in a one room bed sit,
which is big enough for me.
I don’t give parties anymore,
besides I’ve got no settee.
Two chairs, and one’s my table,
a sleeping bag on the floor.
A cup, a glass and a tooth brush,
don’t need anything more.
Another bottle is approaching
along with friends of mine.
We’ll continue having breakfast,
at least until lunch time.
poem by Orlando Belo
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