An easy outlet
Is it because I am a Montague
And that you are a Capulet
That we seek for an outlet?
Is it because we find in each other
What we longed for
That we pull each other?
Is it because it is a mirage
To us, who are in cages
That we look for a vantage?
Is it because I came to the stage,
Volley away from your age
That we are in safe passage?
Is it because we are in stress
To stray away from monotony
That we strike a harmony?
Whatsoever it may be,
We find in our love rhythm.
That give us due rhymes
Should we plug a harmless outlet?
11.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Outlets for wastes
Gossip is a harmless outlet.
Writing is a handy outlet.
Cursing is an easy outlet.
Vent your aggressiveness through these.
10.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To add an AC outlet, for example, you just drill a circular hole in the wall, tap into the wiring, add the outlet and you're set. If you don't want it, pull it out and plaster over it with more earth to seal the hole.
quote by Randy Bachman
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Driven to wall
Good or bad, you have to be with what you have got.
A single spouse, no mistress, the law permits.
Red-lights are put out as AIDS threatened.
Flirting is futile as women learnt to be cunning.
Past is with bygone philandering. Pride taboos women.
Images in celluloid and in pornographic pictures
Serve as sexual stimuli, masturbation as the only outlet.
25.12.2000, Pmdi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Alf’s Twelfth Bit
BALLAD FOR THE TIMES' SPECIAL SILVER NUMBER
Sez the Times a silver lining
Is what has set us pining,
Montague, Montague!
In the season sad and weary
When our minds are very bleary,
Montague, Montague!
There is Sir Hen. Deterding
His phrases interlarding,
Montague, Montague!
With the this and that and what
For putting silver on the spot,
Montague, Montague!
Just drop it in the slot
And it will surely boil the pot,
Montague, Montague!
Gold, of course, is solid too,
But some silver set to stew
Might do, too. Montague!
With a lively wood-pulp ‘ad’.
To cheer the bad and sad,
Montague, Montague!
poem by Ezra Pound
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The basement is fear.
Love is fear; so is anger.
Fear to lose that you love
And fear to get that you hate
Manifest as love and anger.
Tears are outlet of anger.
Joys are outlet of love.
The basement is fear.
08.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Basement Is Fear
Love is fear; so is anger.
Fear to lose that you love
And fear to get that you hate
Manifests as love and anger.
Tears are outlet of anger.
Joys are outlet of love.
The basement is fear.
(08.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fixed Like This
Assessing itself to have no outlet,
A mind tired with its allotment...
Begins to burn out.
Choosing to regurgitate a repeated point of view.
And feeling stuck without adventuring...
Beyond the familiarity of daily complaints.
Is a mind fixed like this within a self centeredness.
With wishes for nothing else to do.
Assessing itself to have no outlet,
A mind tired with its allotment...
Begins to burn out.
And very little can be said,
To those with minds encased within thick heads.
And making attempts to convince with opinion,
Eventually will be observed to make no difference.
Determined is this kind of mind to find negativity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The civilized society
I am in a civilized society.
No outlet for hatred.
So I watch violence in movies.
No outlet for libido
So I watch blue films.
I am in a civilized society.
08.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Happiness in change of stages
I went on foot to far away school.
Then I rode on a bicycle with a pride.
Later two-wheeler took me to pedestal.
Now a car. In each stage I was happy.
In each stage the intensity was same.
Every up stage is a happy stage
till it is replaced by the next stage.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Find A Toilet
We emote with love and joy.
We emote with fear and anger.
Emotion is excretion,
You must find some outlet for it..
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Training gives us an outlet for suppressed energies created by stress and thus tones the spirit just as exercise conditions the body.
quote by Arnold Schwarzenegger
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A harmless outlet
Tempting is woman’s pleasure.
Reaction to it is man’s pleasure.
To see her is his enjoyment;
To be seen by him is hers.
It is their primary outlet and
Harmless, to drain their libido.
11.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mirage
Mirage
I am just a mirage
Oh - I am just a mirage
When you look at me
Thru your crystal glass you will see
That I am now your past
But you give your love to me
In your life I wasnt meant to be.
Oh I am just a mirage
Oh I am just a mirage
Just a mirage fading away like water
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I am just a mirage
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I am just a mirage
I am just a mirage
But until that day has come
When you say Ill be your only one
I will live the way its meant for me
With ups and downs and mystery.
song performed by by Santana
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Birdhouse In Your Soul
Im your only friend
Im not your only friend
But Im a little glowing friend
But really Im not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
Its a simple message and Im leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My storys infinite
Like the longines symphonette it doesnt rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Im your only friend
Im not your only friend
But Im a little glowing friend
But really Im not actually your friend
But I am
Theres a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
Id be fired if that were my job
After killing jason off and countless screaming argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(and while youre at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Notes
The dial-a-song version has the following significantly altered lyrics:
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
Out when youre all by yourself
Theres a time when even you get up and leave your nothing to dwell
I dont want to talk about that
And no one listens to that
But for the one who does, and shes the one you worry about
Dont you say anything
If you have anything to do with it
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Id like to cover the earth
With a fresh-baked yummy dessert
People couldnt live in it, but I think its worth the money and hurt
cause I couldnt tolerate
All the empty places in the world
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I dont feel thirty
Give me something to write on
I dont feel three hundred
Give me something to write on
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Gossip, outlet for hatred
Gossip, it seems to me,
No one can dispense with,
As it is the safe outlet
To release one’s hatred
For the one spoken about.
28.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pity and hatred
Pity for one is due to hatred for the other;
Hatred for one is due to pity for the other.
Gossip is an outlet of hatred.
Anger is an outlet of pity.
22.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Infatuation is harmless
Every boy is crazy for a girl,
Not so much to explore her flesh
As to solve his identity crises.
Teenage love is a harmless love
And withers before momentum gathers.
Don’t nib it; it induces glands.
5.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Windows open, though doors shut
You find in me what you don’t find in him,
I find in you what I don’t find in her,
And, by that we are drawn to each other.
Each of us locked in safe room,
With the key in masters’ hands,
We peep at each other through windows.
Modern houses provide more windows.
No such sultry. No smoulder either.
25.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The seasoned one has value
Dear,
I can’t play
The youngsters played,
The play of romance,
The play of hides and seeks
And the play of abandonment.
Dear,
I still can play
The youngsters failed,
The play of passion,
The play of care and concern
And the play of enrichment.
That is why
You, half my age,
At your middle age,
Still find in me repose,
Still find in me sway and solace
And seek the sex fulfillment.
20.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Don't count out other amazing programming like Frontline. You will still find more hours of in-depth news programming, investigative journalism and analysis on PBS than on any other outlet.
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