Be where you are worthwhile
Be with them,
Who do not know
What you know
And who do not have
What you have.
Then you are valued.
Once over, you’re scrapped.
Otherwise also you’re scrapped
But without being valued.
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pyre dying was scrapped,
And widowhood, approved.
Widowhood was scrapped
And bonded wed, approved.
Divorce is encouraged;
Remarriage is sanctioned
Marriage is to be outdated.
One generation got no right.
To criticize the other.
28.04.2002, pakd
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Writers Are Ill Valued
When you buy a book
You pay for its making cost.
The real cost is much more.
Brain behind it is ill-valued.
Yet, who spend on books?
24.04.2002, Pakd
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Literature is to read and enjoy.
I have seen many men and women
In action as the noble heroes and heroines.
I enjoyed their presentations.
I never thought to emulate them.
I read king Harichandra’s story
I valued the story.
To be true like him, I never thought.
It is a myth that literature changes men.
10.06.2002, pakd
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It is, perhaps, better to be valued as an object of passion than never to be valued at all.
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Yeah, there were a few years in the early nineties where I really began to hate what was valued as funny and just sort of what was valued in stand-up, period.
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Christ is not valued at all unless He is valued above all.
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In Discussion Of What 'Is' Valued
Mixed marriages.
Sexual preferences.
And those unable to mind their own business.
Is not a good blend,
When in discussion of what 'is' valued.
Since those standards of a yesterday gone,
And once valued to respect others and their choices made...
Are not prioritized,
By those who have their noses...
Up in the cracks of other people's lives.
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When a Valued Peace Comes
When a valued peace comes...
So difficult it is to explain to someone,
The fading need to converse on the telephone.
The desire of experiencing nature walks alone.
The freedom enjoyed to be away from debate!
And people who seem to wait for the next argument.
When a valued peace comes...
So difficult it is to explain to someone,
How that feels.
Or the thankfulness appreciated.
It is as if the mind has healed,
From an unconscious self inflicted abuse.
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Methods Used To Assess
People have come to assess and evaluate others,
On standards that have been chosen as long valued.
Only to discover those long valued standards,
And the people assessed by an evaluation conducted...
Have their own methods used to assess others as well.
With values they possess but not as openly expressed.
And that is one reason not given to others with interests,
They have a preference for keeping to themselves.
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Follies of Morality
Marriage between man and woman,
A mandatory one, is scrapped.
Marriage between the same genders,
An unnatural one, is made to law.
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Improprieties
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
Anything done you did you had time to correct.
And those blatant mistakes you've made,
Would have long been forgotten with an apology.
Your wish to be seen,
As something other than a human being...
Has left you in a deep ditch.
Along with other hypocrites,
You shared a commonness with.
Mixed and socialized in a doing of discreet business.
Well...
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
And what you intentionally did to others,
Had not been a good thing to do...
For the doing you did to get done.
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Put Living Life On Your Agenda
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
It may seem that way,
But it doesn't have to be.
While you were working hard on a 9 to 5,
Others were working behind your back...
Cheating for an easier life,
And lieing and deceiving comfortably...
Day and night!
And if you are angry,
You have every right to be.
However...
You are not alone!
You are not the only one,
Trick by a way of life...
Your standards have condoned.
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
The first sign of trouble didn't faze you at all.
There were clues laid all over the place...
A decadence beginning was being thrown in your face.
The first time you accepted disrespect from someone...
That was a hint,
At least a clue...
You were not the only one to whom that was being done.
And remember making decisions not to become involved?
You shouldn't have turned your back!
What is happening today...
Could have then been easily solved,
Corrected and kept from attack.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
And you really didn't care.
If you did what you should have done yesterday...
Was not to observe the crumbling done around you.
Something said would have prevented it instead.
And none of it,
Would have existed.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
And get rid of everything else you've been doing.
Because whatever it is you've done,
Has not worked to your advantage.
Not if you are crying about your wants and losses!
You relied upon someone else,
To decide what was valued...
And what was to be tossed away.
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Those Airwave Heads
Let them talk.
Those airwave heads.
Soon they will have no audience.
And their repetitive nonsense topics...
Will become as familiar,
As the sounds of an ignored dog barking.
Even listening to them now...
Their once divisive madness,
Seem ready to be scrapped as crap!
Some may argue that is freedom of speech.
But should it reek the atmosphere?
With a pollution of it that is clear...
And suffocating!
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Crippling Needs
Faith and disappointment!
Who merged this disarray?
What signals were introduced...
To produce excuses this way?
Prayer and dissatisfaction?
Who sits to wish for this hypocrisy?
Infractions that attract,
Leaves detractors more detached.
With a unity scrapped,
And no chance of it...
Ever coming back!
Hope and degradation...
Enforced to minimize,
Overconfidence and elation!
Pits an unfitting feast of people,
Against themselves...
With crippling needs!
Faith and disappointment!
Who merged this disarray?
What signals were introduced...
To produce excuses this way?
Hope and degradation,
Enforced to minimize...
An overconfidence and elation!
Pits an unfitting feast of people,
Against themselves...
With crippling needs!
Prayer and dissatisfaction?
Who sits to wish for this hypocrisy?
Infractions that attract,
Leaves detractors more detached.
With a unity scrapped,
And no chance of it...
Ever coming back!
Even to comply...
With a mismatched patching,
Of lives pieced together,
To induced them all
To produce a tethering.
That is linked to seduce,
More elusive alibis!
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An Acceptable Way Of Life
Even though there are thieves and deceivers,
And everything imagined corruptable and crooked...
In these days now lived and...worshipped!
To be exposed as they are amongst us.
It is in the pomp and circumstance of the doing,
That treats those delighted...
Who have found they have become addicted.
To allow a wickedness to thrive.
And those opposed against what is now valued,
Are regarded as traitors to an acceptable way of life.
Becoming the ones now accused,
To making drastic changes,
With a restoring of those lost values.
Attempts to correct those wrongs have been protested.
Exposing them for what they are has people outraged
How can anyone eliminated those wrongs uplifted.
To make again those things remembered,
That once had been great and lived as right.
'We will fight to protect our interests that are valued.
We will fight to spread the decadence,
We so love and praise.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Warm-blooded Man's rusty Engine Warrrenty
'It could be replaced
Any part of this ridiculous engine,
But little expensive the original parts
And the other thing is you cannot
Keep in the garage all the time,
Being towed by the Authorized personnel.
Run as much as you can and at last,
At least we can dismantle the body for scrapped iron
Because the wooden Mahogany boxes are very expensive nowadays! '
The shrewd Proprietor of the Garage leaves a placard at the entrance.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Meaningless At Best
What you once valued...
With standards you elected to perfect,
Have found themselves insignificant.
And meaningless at best.
There is a consciousness descending,
Rapidly.
And creating an upheaveling of affects.
Yes they are physical.
Yes they are mental.
And behind these times are going to leave you.
If you are not loosening your grip,
On being set...
In your ways.
What you once valued...
With standards you elected to perfect,
Have found themselves insignificant.
And meaningless at best.
There is a consciousness descending,
Rapidly.
And creating an upheaveling of affects.
To struggle against the cosmicness of it,
Will only produce...
More of your foolishness.
Since this has nothing to do with
The emptiness of ritualistic symbolic routines.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Existential Dilemmma
Arrive with me in untainted
light. Between two threats:
life and death. Falling from
mantle, there was no surrender.
Bone-deep, I will ask you a
question. What life has given
to you and what death
has taken from you?
Read more in my eyes. You will
find the ravines of hunger. For
truth. No organic pain. Only thirst.
For a very violent rush of rains.
Ink-stained moon was willing
to cede the moonlight, even dew
to wipe out the nightmares of
your scrapped ego.
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That which costs little is less valued.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
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