Awards are bought
‘Sir, this issue, we want to publish
about you. Please send your write up
along with a bank cheque, please..’
‘Sir, this year you inaugurate the festival
and bear the expenditure’
‘We like to honour you with the best actor award.
How much can you contribute, sir.’
‘Madam, can you meet the chief in his guest house.
You are likely to get foreign assignment.’
Where you are, not how you came, matters
Rewards are not built on merits.
28.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If you want to write, write it. That's the first rule. And send it in, and send it in to someone who can publish it or get it published. Don't send it to me. Don't show it to your spouse, or your significant other, or your parents, or somebody. They're not going to publish it.
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Send it to someone who can publish it. And if they won't publish it, send it to someone else who can publish it! And keep sending it! Of course, if no one will publish it, at that point you might want to think about doing something other than writing.
quote by Robert B. Parker
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Revenge is the strongest pleasure
Revenge is where one derives
The greatest pleasure.
Escape from being caught is the next.
Far behind are all: victory, conquest.
Success, reward and award
08.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Assignment Sequence
Hendin
The assignment the assignment okay
Not too loud now not too loud
The song is called the assignment
Talks about the lover's gap
Tha gap between lovers
Especially in marriage and other forms
Bouncing off your wall
Tha pathways of my mind
Are on their way
Another way for today
You want me to see you
Baby I cannot see you
You want me to come for you
I cannot come for you
Cos you wany an assignment
I see no concession
Sall I hang my head with yours and be blue
Send alway laughter and fun
Spend all my time thinking about you
Don't you know there are things I can't do for you
My mind is on its way
Another way for today
My spirit is so foreign
You want silence
My spirit id taking flight now
But baby you're in a mood
And you wanna cry tonight now
Shall I hang my head with yours and be blue
That's what you want me to do
Send away laughter and fun
Spend my time crying
Trying to please you
Oh don't you know
There are things I can't do for you
My mind is on its way
Another way now for today
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Assignment Sequence
Hendin
The assignment the assignment okay
Not too loud now not too loud
The song is called the assignment
Talks about the lovers gap
Tha gap between lovers
Especially in marriage and other forms
Bouncing off your wall
Tha pathways of my mind
Are on their way
Another way for today
You want me to see you
Baby I cannot see you
You want me to come for you
I cannot come for you
Cos you wany an assignment
I see no concession
Sall I hang my head with yours and be blue
Send alway laughter and fun
Spend all my time thinking about you
Dont you know there are things I cant do for you
My mind is on its way
Another way for today
My spirit is so foreign
You want silence
My spirit Id taking flight now
But baby youre in a mood
And you wanna cry tonight now
Shall I hang my head with yours and be blue
Thats what you want me to do
Send away laughter and fun
Spend my time crying
Trying to please you
Oh dont you know
There are things I cant do for you
My mind is on its way
Another way now for today
song performed by by Nina Simone
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A clown among the stars
The best Actress of the year accepted her award
And she's stepping down the stairs,
By a windfall the ugliest man in the World
Met her on the way and he offered his autograph.
She wrote I love you and gave her small pocket book to write him something.
He scribbled; ' Madam! I learned swimming easily in the Dead Sea! '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Nothing is classical
Classical songs stay.
Popular songs die.
Why?
Not by merits.
One is less heard.
The other is heard to boredom.
17.01.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bored With School
I became extremely bored with school,
At an early age.
I felt I was watched and scrutinized,
Unnecessarily.
AND...
I told my 5th grade teacher this.
AFTER given an assignment,
To write an essay...
Right there in the classroom.
I felt her hawkish eyes on me,
Like I was prey.
And she couldn't wait to see,
What I had written.
'Uh...
Mr. Pertillar?
Why are you looking out the window.
I've given all of you students an assignment.'
~I'm done.~
'That's impossible.'
~You've asked us to write an assignment...
And...
With an 'a' and a 'd' surrounding an 'n'
I said,
I was done! ~
'You are a fresh mouth little boy.
Bring to me your work.'
~And there are no spelling errors.
I check it.~
'Interesting.
Very 'adult' in expression.
But this is a 5th grade assignment.
And YOU are getting a 'C'.'
~A 'C'? ~
'Open your mouth again,
And it will become a 'D'.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ambition drains by acting
I was an actor and my role was a King
And every day I acted like a king.
It has killed my thirst of becoming one
And thus my life has fallen flat.
31.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Men, mostly infertile
If a couple is issue-less.
The target is always the woman.
She is lower than a widow.
The cause is often the man,
Whose count is in depletion.
Now a day, men generate
Less and less male gametes,
More due to his attitude
To produce less issues
For want of easing the burden,
Set in his brain than
Due to health or heredity.
02.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In matters of truth the fact that you don't want to publish something is, nine times out of ten, a proof that you ought to publish it.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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Harvest Festival
See the flowers round the altar
See the peaches in tins neath the headmasters chair
Harvest festival
See the two whove been chosen
See them walk hand in hand to the front of the hall
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
See the children with baskets
See their hair cut like corn neatly combed in their rows
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs
The longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
What a year when the exams and crops all failed
Of course you passed but you were never seen again
We all grew and we got screwed and cut and nailed
Then out of nowhere invitation in gold pen
See the flowers round the altar
See that you too got married and I wish you well
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs
The longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
Harvest festival
song performed by by Xtc
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Harvest Festival
See the flowers round the altar
See the peaches in tins neath the headmasters chair
Harvest festival
See the two whove been chosen
See them walk hand in hand to the front of the hall
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
See the children with baskets
See their hair cut like corn neatly combed in their rows
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs
The longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
What a year when the exams and crops all failed
Of course you passed but you were never seen again
We all grew and we got screwed and cut and nailed
Then out of nowhere invitation in gold pen
See the flowers round the altar
See that you too got married and I wish you well
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs
The longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
Harvest festival
song performed by by Xtc
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Nothing Even Matters
Now the skies could fall
Not even if my boss should call
The world it seems so very small
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
See I don't need no alcohol
Your love makes me feel ten feet tall
Without it I'd go through withdrawal
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
These buildings could drift out to sea
Some natural catastrophe
Still there's no place I'd rather be
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
You're part of my identity
I sometimes have the tendency
To look at you religiously
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Now you won't find me at no store
I have no time for manicures
With you it's never either or
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Now my team could score
And make it to the Final Four
Just repossess my 4x4
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
song performed by by Lauryn Hill from The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
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Just Another Rant
There are things which we all know
but pretend we don’t
as we watch them with amusement wriggling publicly
out of their public bonds..
1) You can always buy your way
to ‘honours’ – but not, ha, to ‘honour’:
not with a cheque by return of post, of course;
just by more subtle ‘charity’ of the sort
which inevitably involves
large sums of money gratefully received
by the genuinely honourable. But of course
you'll be the only one who confuses
honours with honour.
2) The buck – with honourable exceptions –
never ‘stops here’ – it stops
at the guy one below ‘here’:
you’re in charge – so, you don ‘t say
‘Go kill Thomas á Becket’ etc.. you say
‘Who will rid me of this turbulent priest? ’ into the air,
kinda rhetorical question.. and, surprise,
there’s a scrum of posse at the gun cabinet..
3) There are certain countries and no I won’t
where bribes – often to those who don’t need them –
are like thank-you letters – you don’t have to,
but everyone expects it… and don’t be surprised
if you’re off their seasonal greetings card list next year..
just one suggestion: that if blackmailed trade-wise
by a foreign country to break your own code of honour
and you stand up and say ‘It would not be
in Britain’s interest in terms of
commercial and diplomatic good relations
and employment in skilled industry
to pursue this matter through the courts’
you should have your British passport and nationality
taken away; after all, you’ve already forfeited it
in the court of honour..
OK that feels better. How was it for you?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sexual love- its effect.
You are desperate to please her,
You discard what she dislikes
And adopt what she likes.
You spend time and energy
Like water to earn her love.
You do everything
To rise up in her estimate.
Her defects are invisible.
Her merits are enlarged.
Her evasion, you take as testing.
Her vision, you wait for endlessly.
You are obsessed with her features.
It is the real sexual love.
Love for the deity is similer too.
01.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Both are evils alike.
To do and not to do.
To do what ought not to,
Not to do what ought to,
To neglect what ought not to,
To covet what ought not to,
Both are taboos alike.
To anger where it ought to,
To bear where it ought to,
Both are tact alike.
Of course, judgment differs.
26.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The 2010 Port Fairy Music Festival
We are another year older and time is ticking on
And another Music Festival at Port Fairy has come and has gone
Great entertainment for young and for old and for those in their life's prime
And everyone there seemed to have a good time.
In the 2010 Port Fairy Festival some heavy showers of rain
And after an hour the sun shone out again
But this did not dampen the good fun and cheer
Of the Festival with such a great atmosphere.
In port Fairy close to the great City of Warrnambool
The weather it is mostly warm to cool
It is held on the Labor Day Weekend of the Fall
Where a good time is generally had by all.
It brings to people from far and near such great happiness
The 2010 Port Fairy Music Festival another great success
There's music in the festival arenas and music on the street
Where once a year lovers of music do meet.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Will I Still Write Poems When I Can No Longer Publish Or Post Them?
Will I still write poems when I can no longer publish or post them?
Of course I will-
I wrote poetry for years
when I knew their only readers were hoped- for ones-
I will write my poems
because they are my soul
my confessiion
my expression of deepest feeling
because they give meaning to my life-
I will write poemw as long as I can-
publish or post or not-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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To wane the guilt.
Better, stab on one’s back
Than cheat a faithful one.
Better, kill one while asleep
Than exploit the bereaved.
Anger, show to the strong.
Mercy, show to the weak.
Then the guilt is not built.
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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