Beauty is according to frame
When a figure is fit to the frame
Conceived in brain, it is a beauty.
If it is a grossly unfit, it is ugly.
If it is slightly unfit, time adjudge the
frame.
16.09.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The concept of liking
A woman can gain a man;
The space and the time will tell.
A woman can turn stale to a man;
The space and the time will tell.
The image should fit the frame in the brain.
It takes time for the frame to adjust.
The frame that holds the image so far
Will loosen to dropp it unfit in size.
21.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Worm eaten buds
A coach is who is unfit to play in the field.
A director is who is unfit to act on the stage.
An advisor is who is unfit to execute the advice.
So is a lover, who is unfit to seduce the beloved.
All sprouts of love are worm eaten buds
16.05.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be With The Same Feathers
A rose is unfit to be with cacti.
A black is unfit to be with whites.
A wise one is unfit to be with fools.
They cannot elbow through to progress.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: When We Die
When Death has seized our earthly frame some day,
And gets our soul released, Creator-bound;
What does it matter palled or coffined, say?
No more can worldly travails ever hound.
Some get incinerated, fit, unfit;
None can prevent the Ants and Worms from work;
Or Vultures, Fishes, beasts that devour it;
No more can Death upon us again lurk.
Some mummified by years are-looked with awe;
Some dissected to show man's various parts;
Some fossilised are found when ice-does thaw;
Most go -to soil again when life departs.
When life has gone and soul has left our frame,
Nothing remains our name, fame, blame or shame.
poem by John Celes
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Wait For Your Merit
Each house is good in a way.
I need buy one, not many;
They, unlike girls, would not cry
When unfit to merit my deal.
(18.06.2004)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Empty Picture Frame
An empty picture frame sits upon my desk
Where once upon a time a picture in it did rest
But now the frame stands lifeless and bare
Now it reminds me of a love that once was there.
As in the past the picture brought me happiness and joy
Gave me the reason to live and to write my story
To glance upon and dream of when no one was near
To speak the words of love when them she couldn't hear.
But when she left me I threw her picture away
But I kept that frame to remind me of that day
In remembrance of what she did in and out of my sight
As she was my candle but she blew out that light
So that picture frame I keep it in my plain view
So every time I see it I know what to say and what to do
As once upon a time her picture was in the frame
But now picture is gone but the memories still remain.
poem by Randy McClave
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Picture Frames
Picture frames that enclose the art
make the art stand out.
If the frame is not just right
better to do without.
For the artist had in their mind
what the frame should be.
But the framer who made the frame
did not know what the art would be.
So acquiring the knack of pairing them
is a talent all its own.
The picture itself cannot speak out
but it has always known
what its frame should be.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The danger is not that a particular class is unfit to govern. Every class is unfit to govern.
Lord Acton in Letter to Mary Gladstone (1881)
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The nut and the bolt
The bolt that is not fit with a nut
Is not to be construed as unfit
But to be viewed as one misfit.
The bolt must seek one fit to it
28.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Frame
Frame
I could frame my
mind to what my
thoughts become,
"words spoken"
or I could frame the
night to think my
agony is gone.
I can frame almost
anything I quess,
from a heart in grief
looking for some relief,
the mailman,
the milkman,
and everything
that passes by,
A kitten at my doorstep,
is funny isn't it?
you can frame your
way through a
dragons throat.
Anything you want,
even your heart,
your truth your lies and
even the clear skies.
The hymns I sing,
my eyelids to fall asleep,
an ability not yet control.
Everything I long for
has not yet pass through,
so I keep framing
the truth the lies and all
I can think of.
But framing is not my
escape is just a lie
I keep telling myself,
and I can keep doing
it for eons.
But not yet complete,
for I can't frame my
eyes of what I see.
©ElenaToledo2009
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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The danger is not that a particular class is unfit to govern. Every class is unfit to govern.
quote by Emerich Edward Dalbert
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What did I do?
What did I do to get out of your life,
when I am in every frame of your life?
As a fetus, you kicked and turned,
I was there in that frame, carrying you.
As an infant you were fragile and helpless,
I remember I was there as well.
As an aimless toddler, before stumbling down,
the hands that carried you, were mine.
During all your school activities,
the beating heart that prayed for your success,
During minor and major exams and interviews,
the eyes that woke up before you,
Had I been there in those frame?
I was there in every frame of your life,
I will be there in every frame of my grandchildren,
If you both let.
Until then my child, explore the new things.
This poem is dedicated to the parents who miss their
children who have gone for further education, work
commitments and other reasons as well.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Red Frame/white Light
Red frame white light
Telephone box
Red on grey
Six three two three double o three
Red frame white light
You have a gray book
On a metal shelf
Red frame white light
Numbered calls
Selected places
Red frame white light
Telephone calls
Black and white
Red frame white light
You have a yellow book
With averts
Red frame white light
There is a black lead to a dial and phone
Red frame white light
Six three two three double o three
song performed by by Omd
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The danger is not that a particular class is unfit to govern. Every class is unfit to govern.
quote by Lord Acton
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The danger is not that a particular class is unfit to govern: every class is unfit to govern.
quote by Lord Acton
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Men refuse to accept
I haven’t grown old;
I’m not unfit to fall in love.
I can still excite women.
With these in brain, men go to graves
17.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shapes Of Things
(paul samwell-smith, james mccarty and keith relf)
Shapes of things before my eyes
Has helped me to despise
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame.
My eyes just hurt my brain
Will time make men more sane?
Come tomorrow will I be older?
Come tomorrow maybe a soldier (now listen)
Come tomorrow, maybe Im older than today.
(listen to this)
Here within my lonely frame.
My eyes just hurt my god-darn brain
Will time make men more sane?
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Sonnet XIX: On Cupid's Bow
On Cupid's bow how are my heartstrings bent,
That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same?
When most I glory, then I feel most shame:
I willing run, yet while I run, repent.
My best wits still their own disgrace invent:
My very ink turns straight to Stella's name;
And yet my words, as them my pen doth frame,
Avise themselves that they are vainly spent.
For though she pass all things, yet what is all
That unto me, who fare like him that both
Looks to the skies and in a ditch doth fall?
Oh let me prop my mind, yet in his growth,
And not in Nature, for best fruits unfit:
"Scholar," saith Love, "bend hitherward your wit."
poem by Philip Sidney
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Frame II
The frame was best supporting act,
and held the ego high and proud.
He never moaned or groaned or spat,
just hung there, all chilled out.
Of course he would have liked acclaim,
a little lime light and a name,
although a painting with no frame
would look a little dull and tame.
The painting lapped up all attention,
with its enigmatic grin,
often feeling quite ecstatic
to be held with such esteem.
and so the frame in show biz style
put a brave face on and a smiled,
stoical in holding back
ambitions to be the star act.
The frame all low and down at heel
resigned himself as second bill
for after all it wouldn't do
if he were narcissistic too.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Imagination's Field
Within its bounds, naked canvas stretched.
Before the display, the lad stood.
Adorning the wall, ornate frame hangs.
In concentration, young man observes the void.
Forced by curiosity's command.
for the source of his deliberation.
I searched sans satisfaction,
In despair, I queried the youth.
“Sir, within empty frame you survey,
what do you perceive? ”
Without addressing me, responded.
“I see tall mountains, endless restless seas.”
“I see naught, for this frame's canvas is empty.
How might you see these sights? ”
He turned, facing me and remarked.
“Sir, within the frame, a great deal I see”
Sans the luxury of explanation, pointed at the title plate.
Upon small brass plaque,
beneath the frame, inscribed.
“Imagination’s Field”
29Oct10
poem by Kurt Hearth
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