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Be logical

To bear the mighty is not tolerance.
Fearing to strike is not patience.
Helplessness is not greedless ness.

Being a part of a culprit is not loyalty.
Crushing the weak is not bravery.
Subscribing to criminals is not royalty.

Impotence is not chastity.
30.06.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A prostitute is an institute.

More than a sage, more than a slave,
She has tolerance to bear.
More than an ass, more than an ox,
She has patience to steer.
More than a Nirvana, more than a Paripurna, [purity]
She stands blatant before the mass.
More than a priest, more than a Christ,
She prevents the sins of men.
More than a scavenger, more than a downpour,
She cleans the dust of men.
More than a dustbin, more than a ditch,
She collects the waste of men.
She is untouchable, but not in privacy.
She is the candle, losing to the mass.
She is the saviour of women’s chastity.
All slang her as prostitute
And learn art in that institute.
Let her be a woman of respect,
As much as a housewife is.
She’s more virtuous than the wife
Whose morals are susceptible..
10.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We blame conveniently.

A stole from B.
Who is the culprit?
If it is A, why did B steal from C?

A theft occurred.
Who is the culprit?
The greed to get or
The greed to hoard.

A boy teased a girl.
Who is the culprit?
His thirst or her looks.

A tree fell down.
Who is the culprit?
The storm or the soil.

We fix the culprit conveniently.
11.06.2007.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Conflicts

Isn’t patience cowardice?
Isn’t tolerance insensitiveness?
Isn’t diplomacy mere cheating?
Isn’t patriotism being fanatic?
Isn’t possessiveness miserliness?
Isn’t passion hatred elsewhere?
Isn’t a fevour a bait?
Persons are in conflict with codes.
16.06.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Loyalty and devotion lead to bravery. Bravery leads to the spirit of self-sacrifice. The spirit of self-sacrifice creates trust in the power of love.

quote by Morihei Ueshiba
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Nothing Left To Complain About

I am fearing the nearness of you.
Something within me wishes to submit.
Something that you do,
Allows with me to feel a comfort...
And a peacefulness.

I am fearing the nearness of you.
Too long have I been,
Denying to friends...
A compassion with love,
Would complete me once again.

But...
I find that I am fearing,
A nearness of you.
And it is the ease of a chemistry,
I feel with you I never knew before.

And...
I am fearing this nearness of you.
A closeness totally unexpected.
And one that strips me of my defenses,
Too.

I am fearing the nearness of you.
And so afraid you know this.
By the things you say and do...
With a patience that confuses.
And you are getting close,
To breaking down 'this' wall...
To have me love you most!

I am fearing the nearness of you.
You know just what you are doing!
And...
I've never been like that.
Wanting with desire to be the one pursued.

And here we are you and I.
With me fearing the nearness of you,
So close by my side.
And yet feel upset...
That I have nothing left to complain about.

'There is nothing left for you to complain about.'

How did you know I was thinking that?

'You seem to be upset.
With me you will have no regrets.
Just let whatever happens,
Be!
A life lived will uncover the facts.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too weak an ego

I must die before being dictated;
I must die before being pitied.
My death must precede my slavery.
My ego is too weak to bear these fruits.
22.05.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Avondale

If you're gonna rip my heart out
Could you use a knife that's dull
And rust in color
Once I die
There will be no way that you can cover
That scar. It's hard, I know.
And if I get a little blood on, you
Finally the world will know you're guilty
Know you're wrong
Of taking everything you're gotten from me
No heart. It's hard, I know.
Mighty King of Avondale
I just can't let this go
Real life ain't no fairytale
I just thought you should know
And when you're finished with the surgery, I
Really hope that you will turn to me, and
Tell me all about the fun you had
When you were cuttin up
You were cuttin up
Living like a fairytale
The Mighty King of Avondale
It all went to his head, this royalty
I stuck a knife into his back
Inventiveness is what I lack
He's always hanging up on loyalty

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Avondale

If you're gonna rip my heart out
Could you use a knife that's dull
And rust in color
Once I die
There will be no way that you can cover
That scar. It's hard, I know.
And if I get a little blood on, you
Finally the world will know you're guilty
Know you're wrong
Of taking everything you're gotten from me
No heart. It's hard, I know.
Mighty King of Avondale
I just can't let this go
Real life ain't no fairytale
I just thought you should know
And when you're finished with the surgery, I
Really hope that you will turn to me, and
Tell me all about the fun you had
When you were cuttin up
You were cuttin up
Living like a fairytale
The Mighty King of Avondale
It all went to his head, this royalty
I stuck a knife into his back
Inventiveness is what I lack
He's always hanging up on loyalty

song performed by by Yellowcard
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No Recidivists

No recidivists

When clever Dr Guillotine
perfected his humane machine
for executing criminals.

It was accepted straight away
as being a much better way
of executing criminals

The state made no apology
for using this technology
for executing criminals.

The product of a brilliant brain
He was convinced it caused less pain
when executing criminals.

The guillotine’s not used today
It was a most effective way
of executing criminals.

Though not regarded as P.C
I think it proved effectively
that executing criminals

Ensured they did not re-offend
Results on which we can depend
by executing criminals.

You may see this as cruelty
Some states do not as you can see.
They still execute criminals.

10-Feb-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Crazy Woman

she is a neighbor
they think she is crazy
what we have
we keep

tolerance and
tolerance

she asks for coffee
and cookies
watches tv
and decides which channel to watch

i am about to burst
until she gets away with
sanity

she says
what she has is tolerance
and tolerance for me

fair.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be Ashamed Of The Pride

I feel ashamed of the pride
That I carry for the title
That I’ve got from the Royal
By loyalty and royalty.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Making Me Wait To Rekindle

I do not envy a second of your patience.
I could not sit to wait,
As if my own needs...
Can only be satisfied,
If a bit of tolerance was applied.

I do not envy a second of your patience.
As if a puppy held by an invisible leash.
Intoxicated with a craving for an appearance,
To share that familiarity again.
I do not envy a second of your patience.

But I do...
Wish I could have someone,
To pretend I am bitter with...
For making me wait,
To rekindle a romantic encounter.

Those times are missed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is It YOU

Is it you..
You who is the you that I know you to be
If it is you
Have you been trying to communicate
Your you...ness to me
I know I've asked
In the past
And maybe
You think I can
Clearly see
The you in the you..ness
But
It hasn't been apparent to me
Sometimes I think there is a you..ness in the you
But other times
I second and third and a hundred second guess
And I get lost in the guessing
Think about the probability
I take a step back from the you
That I thought I could see
Because, then, you aren't the you
Who is the you.. that is you
That means something
To me

poem by Rabia Minhas
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Sonnet: A Bit of Patience

A bit of patience works out miracles;
A bit of patience puts off arguments;
A bit of patience problems well tackles;
A bit of patience preserves monuments.

A bit of patience can avoid hatred;
A bit of patience cools one’s anger off;
A bit of patience marks well good kindred;
A bit of patience makes many to laugh.

A bit of patience keeps good friends at peace;
A bit of patience can avoid big wars;
A bit of patience can jealousy cease;
A bit of patience can avoid big scars.

A bit of patience gives good advantage;
A bit of patience is good heritage.

poem by John Celes
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An Absent Guardian to Be Forgotten

Eventually,
Excuses made and told...
Become as dangerous as an infectious disease.
Explanations heard that occur are incurable.
And those accustomed to inflicting them,
Are contagious carriers.
For them there are no boundaries.
Or areas that are blockaded with barriers.

From lips of those who are leaders elected,
To those self righteous and elevated to heights of piousness...
Twisted are the mouths of those secretly discreet and sneaky.

And yet...
Like criminals who are subjected to the support of the weak,
They are granted a wholesome forgiveness.
Like relatives who aid and defend the actions of their imprisoned kin.
Even though...
Crimes and sins against humanity are committed.

Submitting to an integrity that has honesty with appeal,
Is as foreign as the observation of it.
Rare in sight and in action.

Delusion, deceit and the telling of blatant lies...
Have been given tremendous loyalty.
And this loyalty has distanced truth...
To become an absent guardian to be forgotten in the pursuit,
Of being held accountable for those values that have plunged...
Into an abyss!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chastity, a myth

A prey of the pursuit
Or a pawn of the assault
Though one may fall,
The one is not unchaste.

A victim of the molestation
Or a ruin of the rape
Though one is made,
The one is not unchaste.

A model, a nude
Or love embrace on stage,
Though one may do,
The one is not unchaste.

Enough to be a coquette,
No need of adultery,
One practices infidelity.
Tumbles down the chastity.

Never in nakedness,
Never in sexy touch,
But only secret relation,
Chastity is tarnished.

Seduction of mind,
Followed or not by
Seduction of body
Tells upon ones chastity.

Whoever lived
That has lived not
Without the seduction of mind?
Then where is the chastity?

Chastity is a myth
Without a pith.
09.11.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Peaceful Warrior

His bravery is marked on the tablets in spiritual heaven,
Same ways are propounded so moderately.
The three ways are set to prosper:
Bravery, courage and valour.
This will be physically greater than the angels
That swerve their flight in divine fashion.
I own this kingdom with angels
Like a warrior superior to their rank and file.
My bravery is like his, the bravery is like his,
We are in luck so well, with this bravery.
Our souls stain the skies with blood,
And this is a red substance like the sunset,
Like the sunrise when luck is at your window.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Loyalty to the family must be merged into loyalty to the community, loyalty to the community into loyalty to the nation, and loyalty to the nation into loyalty to mankind. The citizen of the future must be a citizen of the world.

quote by Thomas Cochrane
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Dignity Matters

Placement and poise take a woman
To her dignity,
To which is linked her chastity,
Away from the intention of adultery,
Where rests her husband’s safety.

(17.08.2005)

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A playful destiny

Helplessness,
Sheer helplessness,
Those moments of great disappointment,
Empty pocket,
Stuffed mind,
Stuffed with various desires,
The more they strike, the less they are met,
It turns bad when we are the centre of every hope,
God is also the centre of all hopes,
But there is a difference,
He is nothing to do with our joy and sorrow,
He rewards them whom he wishes,
His treasure is great,
It never reduces,
But we have trifle given by Him,
And still we are the centre of many hopes,
We are clasped in the cruel jaws of destiny
Whom He controls with all His might,
Come what may, We will get only what we are destined to,
Whether we live or not.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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