Anger not to constipate
Anger in you is like food in your bowl.
You must emit or go out to vomit
To cleanse the bowel; else you’ll constipate.
30.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The constipation
Pity is a kind of love
That you must experience;
Doing so, you cleanse your soul.
Being true is a kind of love
That you must experience;
Doing so, you please your soul.
To part with is a kind of love
That you must experience;
Doing so, you ease your soul.
To earn, to gain and to count
Are things done with creed and pride
To fill and stuff the soul with.
The soul is the bowel, which’s full
When you’re in the pinnacle.
The bowl must ease out its contents.
Unless you pity, be true
And gift in the path of life,
Your soul has to constipate.
10.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good
For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!
I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!
But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Be angry
It is a pleasure to emit one’s anger.
It is a pleasure to emit one’s bladder.
Both must have a toilet for the outlet.
Else they will burst and spoil and soil.
27.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Away The Bowl
Our grateful hearts with temperance burn,
Away, away the bowl,
From dram shops all, our steps we turn,
Away, away the bowl;
Farewell to rum and all its harms,
Farewell the wine-cup's boasted charms,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
See how that staggering drunkard reels!
Away, away the bowl;
Alas, the misery he reveals,
Away, away the bowl;
His children grieve, his wife's in tears!
How sad his once bright home appears!
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
We drink no more, nor buy nor sell,
Away, away the bowl!
The grog-shop's offers we repel,
Away, away the bowl.
United in a temperance band,
We 're joined in heart, we 're joined in hand,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
poem by John Pierpont
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The anger
Anger is vomit: a reaction.
Joke is spit: an intention
Give less weight to anger.
21.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We Cry for Food and They Give Us Bullets
Food! Food! Food!
It is all that we need
It is all that we need
to calm down our spirits!
It is food that fills
that fills the empty pangs
of our stomachs,
pangs that make us yawn
but cannot sleep
that make us gulp
but cannot vomit,
that make our saliva
taste sour and acidic!
We cry for food
like the helpless little children
with the art to attract attention
by our street demonstrations.
Yes, we cry for food like little children
to calm down our spirits,
that the cry cannot at all be neglected
for it is food,
it is food that soothes our spirits.
But you give us bullets
on the streets where we stage
our cry for food
You give us bullets
instead of food.
But even bullets cannot silence
our cry for food
for as long as we`re hungry
we shall be like little children
that will ever cry for food.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Boots of Life
They look different but act the same,
Highlands of old to streets of gold,
African sunset, red mists of pain,
Fear fills the horizon,
Tears they cleanse the soul,
Begging doesn't fill the bowl,
Still we hold on to love.
The time has come,
They will no longer beat the drum,
It is too late for them to run,
Naked they stand as we beat the drum,
They hung you up,
Left you with nothing,
I was gone,
You were strong, but not for long,
They told you the truth, too late,
You carry the scars in your heart,
Emotion lays waste to love,
My heart cries for the Dove,
Tears they cleanse the soul,
Begging doesn't fill the bowl,
Still we hold on to love.
April 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger takes a mighty toll
Anger lessens but can never leave
Anger you hope to never receive,
Anger stays forever within
Anger acts with the might of all sin
Anger is deadly to all around
Anger gets mad at the thought of sound
Anger is the thoughts in my head
Anger that’s mine all should dread
Anger for me is different from you
Anger you see tells me what to do
Anger will sit and whisper in my ear
Anger he sits and tells me all that you fear,
Anger…
He is here
He’s here to stay
Anger is the hole
In which we lay
Anger is
And Anger will
Always be with us
He is in me, and he is in you
He can make you do
What he wants you to
Anger will make you
Make you cry
Anger can make you
Want to die
Anger can make you
Go insane
Anger….. ... A blood filled rain
No more anger
No more…..
Walk to the bright light
Shinning through that door…
Not knowing what’s in store
But even then
Anger lives on
But you… nevermore
poem by Jacob Hill
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thank you Russell Edson... great poem
The house grows sick in its dining room and begins to vomit.
Father cries, the dining room is vomiting.
No wonder, the way you eat, it's enough to make anybody sick,
says his wife.
What shall we do? What shall we do? he cries.
Call the Vomit Doctor of course.
Yes, but all he does is vomit, sighs father.
If you were a vomit doctor you'd vomit too.
But isn't there enough vomit? sighs father.
There is never enough vomit.
Do I make everybody that sick, sighs father.
No no, everybody is born sick.
Born sick? cries father.
Of course, haven't you noticed how everybody eventually
dies? she says.
Is the dining room dying...?
... The way you eat, it's enough to make anyone sick,
she screams.
So I do make everybody that sick...
Excuse me, I think I'm going to be sick, she says.
Oh where is the Vomit Doctor? At least when he vomits one
knows one has it from high authority, screamed father.
The Anger That Kills
The anger that kills,
that destroys our will,
It tears out our heart
and keeps us apart.
Moments wasted
like vomit retasted
Cant get them back
Holes in the sack.
Scattered and thrown
Weeds overgrown
Its the anger that kills,
Swallow the pills
Cuts like a knife
The end of a life
poem by John DeBona
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Spend energy
Energy is released from anger.
Energy is released from compassion too.
Anger destructs; compassion constructs.
Both are momentary. Time is the reliever.
You have to emit energy; do it wisely.
10.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Syrup Sponge
Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!
Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;
Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?
Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -
Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!
And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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My Anger
My anger wants to kill.
My anger wants to spill.
My anger wants to smash a wall.
My anger wants to make someone feel small.
My anger makes me carve my skin.
My anger is locked up within.
My anger is fierce and fatal.
My anger isn't stable.
When my anger is out stay away.
Because my anger destroys everything in its way.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Innocent are they.
Truth can leak any time.
Lies cannot hide all the time.
The child, the poet and the drunk
Emit or vomit secrets,
Along with lies,
while living in fantasy.
The world of lies
Betrays the grains of truth.
Light and shade makes
An image clear.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Anger, Anger
anger is anger
anger makes you scream
anger makes you hate
anger takes control
anger want let go
anger wants you to hurt
anger wants you to suffer
anger makes you mad
anger makes you cry
anger turns people against you
anger is anger
poem by Jessica lee Workman
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Anger and Me
Anger is a form of fear
Anger is what I’m waiting to hear
Anger is deep down inside me
Anger drives me crazy
Anger is what turns me on
Anger is what turns me off
Anger is my enemy
Anger is my pal
Anger is gonna kill me
Anger is gonna save me
Anger might just help me
Find my true love.............
..........................Ma ybe?
poem by Kimberley Waldron
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Anger My Friend/Enemy
Anger is a form of fear
Anger is what I’m waiting to hear
Anger is deep down inside me
Anger drives me crazy
Anger is what turns me on
Anger is what turns me off
Anger is my enemy
Anger is my pal
Anger is gonna kill me
Anger is gonna save me
Anger might just help me
Find my true love.............
..........................Ma ybe?
poem by Adam Owens
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It was dog food. Beef livers with onions in a can. You open it up and it looks like vomit.
quote by Tom Sizemore
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It Seems Some Wish To Cleanse
Afraid to reveal the true you that is hidden?
And with others you are quick to pass your judgements?
Well...
More difficult it will become for you,
To continue holding deeply those insecurities within...
Like you do.
Since in your future those you abused,
You will find so much in common too!
Yes it happens.
And they will have nothing at all to do with you...
Because the sight of you now makes them vomit.
What do you expect?
It's that 'What Goes Around Comes Around Thing'.
And it seems some wish to cleanse.
In a manner that will have no chance of repeating,
Those sincere greetings with backstabbers again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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