As she is my favourite
I love her child as mine
And her husband as I,
And act as their well wisher,
As she is my favourite.
19.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Husband Where Are You?
Can you feel the music play? I think about you everyday, husband of mine where are you?
I see you arms around me as, your growing love surrounds me, can you feel it to, husband where are you?
There music in my heart, I don’t know just where to start, the universe has told me my love about you. Husband of mine, when we meet our eye’s won’t turn and our hearts will forever yearn, letting us know we are for each other.
I waited all so long, met the one’s that were all wrong, husband of mine I know your coming for me.
I see your eye’s! I see you smiling! When we make love it all our hearts yearning.
Husband of mine, please come for me I know it time for us to meet, I can even smell the smells around you.. We read the same books yeah, the sprit of the universe surrounds me, the sprit of the universe surrounds you.
The day we meet you will say, I waited day after day, for the softness of your beauty.
Husband of mine you finally found me, Husband of mine your love surrounds me.
poem by Ivy Saldana
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A Husband...
A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective
A husband should be
Loving and romantic
A husband should be
Patient and understanding
A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know
When to fight and when to cry
A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses
A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his
poem by Sarah Holmes
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Christmas Is My Favorite Time Of The Year
How wise the Wisemen
Must have been
To find the Child
In Bethlehem
He lives again
And draws u-us near-ear
Christmas time is here
A tail of love
That never dies
The laughter in
The childre-en's eyes
The child in me
Is alway-ays there
Christmas is my favourite time
Of year
The mist of wonder
Lies under my tree
The gift of memories
Is waiting for me...ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
The day will come
And soon depart
The spirit stays
To hear my-y heart
With love for people
Everywhere-ere
Christmas is my favourite time
Of the year-ear...
Christmas is my favourite time
Of the year-ear...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Uphold the love
Whether you love me or not,
Whether you mirror me or not,
And whether you try to hate me
I can’t but love you, only you.
I can’t but be a well-wisher
For you and your progeny.
One loves her child for no return.
I’m too. Should you be stubborn?
09.06.99, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Could be a cruel mother
My husband’s mother loved,
Cared and nursed my son,
More than she did her son,
Pouring her sweats and time.
Someone caring my son
Must be a source of pride
To me beside a relief.
Yet I felt most perturbed.
The child grew under her care;
The child found a good time
To be found near her
With its back towards me.
The lady must exit.
She did as I planned.
The child fell sick and felt
Bad about her absence.
I’ve been much relieved.
The child has much grieved.
I became much spirited
And the child, dispirited.
The welfare of the child
Was not my concern, ho!
My sole concern was that
It was under my spell.
Aren’t I a cruel mother?
21.09.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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God’s intention
Any child to its parent is charming.
Each wife to her husband is boring.
The first one is the God’s intention.
The second one is man’s invention.
04.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I am not Destiny's favourite child
I may not be
Destiny’s favourite child,
But I have no doubt
I am one of a kind.
Of my imperfections
I am not blind,
But in my strengths
I do take pride.
I am what I am
I have nothing to hide.
I am my favourite
Even I am surprised.
Don’t be narcissistic
My elders sermonise.
Love yourself
Is my motto in life.
So I move with
Confidence in my stride.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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In Your Room
In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
song performed by by Zeraphine
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Christmas Is My Favorite Time Of Year
How wise the wisemen must have been
To find the Child in Bethlehem
He lives again and draws us nearer
Christmas time is here.
A tail of love that never dies
The laughter in the children's eyes
The child in me is always there
Christmas is my favorite time of year.
The mist of wonder lies under my tree
The gift of memories os waiting for me
The day will come and soon depart
The spirit stays to hear my heart
With love for people everywhere
Christmas is my favourite time of the year.
Christmas is my favourite time of the year...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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What Happened to the Day?
'My child, what is that sound I hear
That rush of many feet,
I hear the people gathering
Tumultuous in the street,
I hear the people shouting
But I can't hear what they say,
The sun begins to set, my child,
What happened to the day? '
'I well remember waking, it
Was such a glorious dawn,
The clouds splashed red and tumbling
From Dante's palette born;
The clouds so red, it hurt my eyes
I had to look away,
Why look you so forlorn, my child,
What happened to the day? '
My memory has failed once more,
Again, it's taken wing,
You must remind these weary bones,
I don't recall a thing.
The clouds reflected through the house
Some sense of red dismay,
I ask you once again, my child,
What happened to the day? '
'My wife, my love of fifty years
Came out and smiled at me,
I sat her in her favourite chair
And then I let her be.
She doesn't always know me now,
Her mind has gone away,
Who are these men in uniform...
What happened to the day? '
'You keep reflecting on the blade
That's lying on my lap,
I must have carved the luncheon roast -
I can't remember that!
There's blood all over everywhere
But how, I couldn't say,
My child, my mind's beyond repair,
What happened to the day?
'I only acted out of love,
Whatever else is true,
If I could just remember
What it was I had to do?
These men are treating me so rough,
They're taking me away,
Your eyes are hard and cold, my child,
What happened to the day? '
17 October 2008
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Sweet Child O Mine
Hes got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see his face
He takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
Id probably break down and cry
Sweet child o mine
Sweet love of mine
Hes got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
His hair reminds me
Of a warm safe place
Where as a child Id hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o mine
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Child And Mother
Child
Mom! Stars which lying on the sky,
Twinkling they are as they be shy,
Stare they sportive at me, it seems,
And pointing at me with their beams,
Come on friend! They invite me love laden,
Promise me to show the sights of heaven,
I must go up through the ladder of the rays,
Let me Mom, it is one of the ways,
Let me go, with stars I'll fill pocket of mine,
Half will be mine and the rest, surely thine.
Mother
O child! The stars on the black surface,
They all'll hide when the sun shows its face,
They're inviting not but play with thee,
You can't reach there what you see,
But touch the sky of the knowledge,
That you will achieve in the college,
Try not to touch, but be the star yourself,
None will be able to snatch your self,
O dear child! People who next to thee born,
They will take thee new sun in the morn.
(composed on 12.08.2008)
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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Erstwhile Lovers
We see the places and people
Once left, with some kind of nostalgia.
It must be applicable to ex-wife.
Why should my spouse get paranoid
When I happen to see and talk
To her as a well-wisher?
If my wife saw her ex-husband
Could I take it easy and casual?
(21.09.2005)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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DEDICATION PEACE WISHER POET AFZAL SHAUQ /Heather Wilkins
The peace wisher poet, AFZAL SHAUQ,
is on a mission,
Promoting peace and good-will to all
men.
He has dedicated his life's work to
helping the poor and needy.
Looking at all creation as equals.
The Peace Wisher Poet, is releasing
his new book of poetry, about peace,
and love for all humanity.
He begs all world leaders come to
the table,
Drink from the same cup, taste the
same wine.
Tear down these walls that seperate
us, and heal our nations
Start preparing the world for a better
tomorrow.
Where we can stand shoulder to
shoulder,
In peace and harmony.
If you hear a voice crying in the night,
It will be The Peace Wisher Poet,
AFZAL SHAUQ
Calling for peace on earth good-will
to all men.
HEATHER WILKINS
© Heather Burns
poem by Afzal Shauq
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Intricacy of relation
You love your child;
It is equal that
You have loved its mother.
You love your grandchild;
It is equal that
You have loved your child.
You ignore your daughter.
Her husband will take care.
If you spurn the daughter-in-law
You lean away from your son.
If you side the daughter-in-law
You slide from your wife.
If you speak well of your boss
Your husband goes uneasy.
How of intricacy
Human relationship is!
How it pushes us
To be hypocrite!
06.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sweet Child of Mine
Tonight I'll sing you a lullaby
Sweet Child of Mine
I'll settle you down in this Earth
With trouble, joy, sorrow, love and laughter
Each path holds a different key
To your destiny
Sweet Child of Mine
If you have trouble
I'll carry you to laughter
If you have joy
I'll sing your way to love
And if you have sorrow just give me a call
I'll be there right beside you
Sweet Child of Mine
So take life by the wings
And fly swiftly through each course
Cauz you'll find life is a lesson
Meant to be learned
Sweet Child of Mine
poem by Stephanie Dunne
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The clever wife
She is my neighbour,
Who granted me an entry
And established intimacy,
But hinted to her husband,
To pre empty his suspicion,
That I behaved with her
With evil eyes, and proved
Her loyalty to her husband.
13.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Suppose She Cannot Live By Trust
She married him for love alone he seemed a charming man
And she told her friends the World's greatest husband is my Stan
But love is blind or so they say which in her case is so true
And there is more far more to love than saying I love you.
He told her he loved her many times but words not hard to say
And after eight months of marriage he left her for some one new life often is that way
His little son who turned three in early February
He has not met and it would seem he has no desire to see.
With a married man she is having a clandestine affair
The husband of a friend of her's though with her one secret she will not share
That her husband with her is having his quiet bit on the side
By such secrets when they are leaked friendships have been destroyed.
What her ex husband has done to her to her friend she now do
Suppose she cannot live by trust if trust she never knew
Suppose she could find a single man to fulfil her sexual need
But she does not need one without ties for her that to love might lead.
And that to hurt again could lead by love she has been hurt before
And the burned child she dreads the fire she won't go back for more
She plays tennis with her lover's wife but to her she never say
Your husband he made love to me in my bedroom yesterday.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Love is a child
Love was a child, so meek and so mild
Love was a child who smiled.
Love was a child who played with a toy train
Love was a child who jumped in puddles in the rain.
Love was a child who laughed and played.
Love was a child God lovingly made.
Love is a child that God now holds
Love is a child who will never grow old.
Love is a child we sorely miss
Love is a child who Angels now kiss.
Love is a child.
poem by Daniel Hooks
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God made lovers
For love to spark and desire to strike,
Antecedents aren’t warranted.
Mere visual contacts are enough.
The pair fits well, mates well and goes well.
For the contract of husband and wife,
Antecedents are taken to account.
Monotony sets in; cracks develop.
God made lovers and not husband and wife.
09.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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