Basic devises are not eliminated.
A lamp, fire wood, and a well
must there be in a house as well,
However well the amenities swell
As they alone meet emergencies.
11.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The prizes go to those who meet emergencies successfully. And the way to meet emergencies is to do each daily task the best we can.
quote by William Feather
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No matter is immune to fire.
A woman is tinder, never immune to fire.
When? It depends on the intensity of the flame,
the distance and the dryness of the matter.
For the fire to last must there be adequate
Density in the tinder, safe from water.
No organ is beyond oxidization.
23.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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See bends, forget ends
A child builds a house on sand,
Not bothering about its end.
You too build a house of mortar,
Its permanency being the matter.
More than you did, the child enjoyed.
Romance is worth any end.
Failure is not failure
When procedure is happier.
31.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Value is the need based
Wood is more than gold
When the food finds no wood.
Food is more than gold
When human finds no food..
Water is more than gold
When you die of thirst.
Anything is more than gold
When it is vital for life.
13.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Any woman can consume.
No woman to a man is failing.
As matter to fire is not failing..
Some, like petrol, catch instantly.
Some, like wood, catch in time.
Some, like coal, do with time.
Some, like iron, at least, rust.
Petrol to metal, a woman can be.
Time given, no love is unborn.
No love is out of burning.
21.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Smoke without fire
Any woman of repute,
however it might happen
that she was close with a man
of her choice or liking,
will not throw away her
fame, name and virtue,
more over her self esteem,
and have her husband cuckolded,
to commit the crime
to get the stigma of shame
and stand ever scathed.
But the world refuses to believe.
The scandal spreads like fire.
A smoke without fire.
19.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fire from the five elements
The Air stays there independent.
The Water stays there independent.
Likewise are the Earth and the Ether.
But the Fire is not independent.
To manifest, it wants fuel and air.
Can the Fire be an exclusive fifth
Of the five elements?
18.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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House of fire (Lyrics)
House of fire
House of fire, yeah
Let's build a house of fire, baby
Not one of wood or stone
Walk thru my door of desire, baby
Come on in and make it your home
Don't need a window to watch you, baby
Don't need no roof overhead
Don't need no key to unlock ya, baby
I'll use my lovin'instead
I won't tire
Take me higher
Building a house of fire, baby
Buildin'it with our love
We are buildin'a house of fire every time we touch
House of fire
House of fire
We ain't gotta pay rent now, baby
No landlord to throw us out
I want to play in your garden, baby
When you want it give me a shout
I won't tire
Take me higher
Building a house of fire, baby
Buildin'it with our love
We are building a house of fire every time we touch
We are building this house together, baby
Standing on solid ground
We are building a house of fire
That you can't tear down
Brick by brick the flames get higher
Build it strong with our desire
Building a house of fire, baby
Building it with our love
We are building a house of fire every time we touch
We are building this house together, baby
Standing on solid ground
We are building a house of fire
That you can't tear down
Building a house of fire, baby
Building it with our love
We are building a house of fire every time we touch
poem by Satan's Sibling
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The Cause of Enmity between Snake and Man
Snake, the first owner of fire.
Dog, the robber of fire.
Man the last owner of fire.
The snake gave birth first to fire.
Thus fire, the first born of snake.
Thus snake, only owner of fire long ago.
One cold evening
The man dying of coldness
The dog seen it master dying of coldness
It went to snake house and begged
The snake, the mother of fire to let
It tail get warm of fire
The snake cordially welcomed the dog
The dog twisted it tail on fire
The tail caught the fire
The dog jumped over the snake in door
Ran quickly to it master, the man
The man took the grass and wood
And lit up the fire
The fire lit up in man’s house
And it extinguished in snake’s house
The snake come to get fire back
But the man attack the snake
The hostility between man and snake
Began then
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Five elements
Fire burns things;
Which will burn fire?
Air fills in space;
Which will fill in air?
Water dilutes liquid:
Which will dilute water?
Earth eats the dead;
Which will eat earth?
Ether pervades matter;
Which will pervade ether?
Is it why they are supreme?
They together form for a life
18.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fate determines
Fire is there; Wood is there.
Air is there. There’s no catch of fire.
The distance interferes.
Air must turn a wind
And push the wood to catch fire.
I am here; you are there.
Love is there. There’s no catch of desire.
The valley interferes.
Love must turn wind
And thrust me to quench your desire.
It is left to the fate.
06.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Marital respects hinder
A husband is respectable.
A wife is respectful.
They carry it to bed,
Where both meet and blush.
No fun, no play, no orgasm.
Duty is performed.
Ennui sets in.
She starves in and he exits.
So extra marital is resourceful,
Where man and woman can play
Without such inhibition,
And without any shame.
29.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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City government can and must help San Franciscans prepare for emergencies in order to avoid tragedy where possible and minimize loss of life and property when emergencies occur.
quote by Gavin Newsom
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Twenty Zero One
2001 - where do I belong
I got my mind but I dont know where my head has gone
2001 - baby where you been
Its pornographic, internet, traffic on my screen
2001 - shes just a maniac
Its not for me but my baby really needs a crack
2001 - dont want the sex to stop
I took a pill now its killing me to keep it up
2001 - I know whats goin on
You wanna take my soul and change it for another one
2001 - those liquid crystal eyes, they really suit you honey
Let me get them in your size
2001 - by 2032 you can be me, and with a little luck
I can be you
2001 - let me bless you son
Help you believe with my semi-automatic gun
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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The Available Are The Notable
In a hall, lit with a bulb and a lamp,
Moths smother the brightest.
The bulb off, moths go to the lamp.
Love catches the available
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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2001
Well I've been looking
Looking for an answer
Somebody promised me one
And I've been waiting
Waiting for the chance
Well somebody said it would come
Wake me up when we hit 2001
I've been talking
Talking to the maker
Of the compromise
They said she's fine
Call the undertaker
You shouldn't look surprised
Wake me up when we hit 2001
It's barely alive with a story at five
So turn your video on
We live in these years dark age of fear
Meet me in 2001
I saw my sister
Saw the ones who twist her
A social suicide
If looks could kill
Each and every cheap thrill
Could be a homicide
Wake me up when we hit 2001
It's barely alive with a story at five
So turn your video on
We live in these years dark age of fear
Meet me in 2001
I've been searching
Searching for a reason
To either fight or die
Either way patriot or treason
It's gonna be one long hard ride
Wake me up when we hit 2001
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Woman Is Fire
There was a time when Woman went out of house, house of wax was left by Woman, Woman with waxen complexion I was, I was fiery Woman, Woman's body was a wax, Woman's eyes a flammable paraffin, what Woman's mouth was: withered red apples when Woman was fired out of house. House was invisible when Woman took a fire lamp and went to cheer in the smell of fallen apples, scattered around house, our moldy house. In the cold night Woman molded her body in a candle mould to revive old fire and saw Man that gathered apple stalks from moldy apple trees. It was a lonely man, Man that made a fire with waxed paper and moldering apple stalks. Man that sat outdoors on a moldy wooden bench by that fire and drunk applejack.
Woman saw Man, Man that felt Woman's looks through apple shaped embers bursting out of fire when wet apple leaves dried. Fire was a necessity for Man, for Man made his living being a fire-eater. The fire-eater wanted fire that gives birth, of fireworks, exploding fire. Man moved a long green apple stalk through fire to burn fire more. Man took a dropp and swallowed it. Man took another dropp and spat it into the fire. Suddenly Man realized what he needed and waxed on a piece of paper: fire must drink applejack for fire is becoming moldy, and he spat what he drunk mingled with apple-tasting spit. House is moldy too, Woman remembered and woman's heart became a rotten apple.. Fire was quenching as Woman closed her eyelids, apple peels, longing for house. House may be moldy, but house is not empty. Woman molded house the like, house full of candle lights and fireflies. Woman left Man's fire quenched and remained an apple scented candle. House melts easily and hardens quickly, Woman too. Woman abandoned Man not to be melt. That is old fire in Woman, as she stalks on apple waxed earth toward house.
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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The First Tooth
There once was a wood, and a very thick wood,
So thick that to walk was as much as you could;
But a sunbeam got in, and the trees understood.
I went to this wood, at the end of the snows,
And as I was walking I saw a primrose;
Only one! Shall I show you the place where it grows?
There once was a house, and a very dark house,
As dark, I believe, as the hole of a mouse,
Or a tree in my wood, at the thick of the boughs.
I went to this house, and I searched it aright,
I opened the chambers, and I found a light;
Only one! Shall I show you this little lamp bright?
There once was a cave, and this very dark cave
One day took a gift from an incoming wave;
And I made up my mind to know what the sea gave.
I took a lit torch, I walked round the ness
When the water was lowest; and in a recess
In my cave was a jewel. Will nobody guess?
O there was a baby, he sat on my knee,
With a pearl in his mouth that was precious to me,
His little dark mouth like my cave of the sea!
I said to my heart, "And my jewel is bright!
He blooms like a primrose! He shines like a light!"
Put your hand in his mouth! Do you feel? He can bite!
poem by William Brighty Rands
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They Are Tearing Down My Grandfather's House
(An NLP Editor's Choice Award Winner in Verdant Lands of Spring) They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
The windows they've removed. To them it's real
estate, to me it's my heart being ripped in two.
The realtors, the bankers, the moneymen don't understand.
A house is more than made of wood, a house is made of man. My Grandfather's house is a memory that will
endure after it's torn down.
He's been gone for near thirty years, but his
house had lived on.
I know the world is made of change, and change
is all that's real. But one thing I cannot change,
that is the way I feel. I wipe a tear in the falling rain,
because they are tearing down my Grandfather's
house, and it gives me pain.
I love him as if it were yesteryear,
his wit and smile as warm as the sun.
The house once stood to remind me, but that too
is gone. They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
Yet a house if more than made of wood,
a house is made of love.
poem by David A. Webb
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Otherwise, where is motion?
That I am near nowhere
though death occurs everywhere
is the embedded faith in me
that prods me to go anywhere.
12.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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