Bruises for bruises
If you want to learn an art
your pride has to get some bruises.
Once you master an art
your pride can avenge the bruises.
20.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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La lyra es, telemann, suite
You were wearing a polka dot one piece
Got your pic
From that white sand beach
You look smaller this time
The sadness is not visible
On your face smiling at the
Digital camera
Got your pic
My own pick
Is the sound of the lyre
On polka dot
On a polka dot one piece
Hiding the bruises
In your breasts
There is really no sense
There is really no sense
White sand as hideaway
A smiling face
And a piece of polka dot
Bikini
Can be more accurately revealing
The bruises
On your hips
The bruises
On your breasts
Junk him you pride a kind of your own story
I never believe you, you make no sense to me.
Polka dots, white sand and bruises do not
A true picture make, my dear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Comforts and respects
An ass gets comforts
Where horses live.
An ass gets respects
Where asses live.
Bruises of senses are pain.
Bruises of ego are anger.
Cowardice lives with pain.
Egoists die with anger.
In anger, is there pleasure?
In pain where is pleasure?
18.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: The Man of Pride
O man of pride, do come down from your heights!
’Tis lonely sitting in a chair like that;
The dizziness could cause you sleepless nights;
Please condescend, come down to us to chat.
Pride kills a man before he truly dies;
Pride poisons minds in stealthily a style;
Pride generates in men just ‘pseudo-highs’,
And makes a man unfit to walk life’s mile.
Remember, all are human beings first;
Well treat others in humane ways, you can;
The heart of pride would like a dam-old, burst
The man with pride cannot be content, man!
Pride steals the energy to guide others,
And only serves to torment all brothers.
9-14-2001
poem by John Celes
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Society is the fear.
You don’t love your society
And yet you show your smile
Out of fear rather than love
Like a slave’s love for his master.
Without society, you have no pride.
With society, you have no freedom.
In both ways, you are miserable.
09.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mahaveer preaches
Anger, Pride, Deceit and Greed
Are the four flaws you denounce,
Said the saint Mahaveer,600 B.C.
Anger spurts when pride is at stake.
Pride reacts when deceit steps in.
Deceit lurks as greed sets in.
Greed is born of insecurity.
Faith in you can remove it.
Faith in God also removes it.
You can live serene, rich or poor.
28.04.2001, Pmdi
[Mahaveer is of Jain Religon,
Which flourished in India, ahead of Vedic Religion]
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lipstick And Bruises
You kiss me on the way up
Kick me when I fall down
Under the radar
Stick me in the lost and found
Lipstick and bruises
Up and down
[CHORUS:]
This is what you always wanted
It's what you asked for
This is what you always wanted
And now you want more
Now these are all your new friends
Baby, you're a rock star now
Runnin' with the devil
Kiss me when the lights go down
Lipstick and bruises
Up and down
[CHORUS]
[guitar solo]
Kiss me when the lights go down
Lipstick and bruises
Up and down
This is what you always wanted
It's what you asked for
This is what you always wanted
And now you want more
And now you want more
And now you want more
It's what you wanted
It's what you needed
And now you want more
song performed by by Lit
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Love And Other Bruises
Love And Other Bruises
(Graham Russell)
As the time slips through your fingers
Till it's almost time to go
And the morning breaks between us
And the ice melts into snow.
I'm alright loving you
I'm alright loving you
(Chorus)
Love and other bruises didn't have to choose us
But it did and I'm alive and I'm trying to survive
Love and other bruises makes us all good losers
I can't help it talking loud it's because I'm on a cloud.
Won't you please take me home
Won't you please please take me home
I'm so mixed up over you
I don't want to be alone.
I'm alright loving you
I'm alright loving you
(Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Air Supply
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Knowledge is to remove ignorance
Learn science to know the world.
Learn psychology to know your mind.
Learn philosophy to know your soul.
Learn history to know the past.
Learn not astrology to know the future.
02.06.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To write is the ego impulse.
Over years, over the centuries,
people are on the run
to write enough materials
not that there was a dearth of books
or by that they could amass.
To be known envied, awed,
and memorialized, they do so.
They pride themselves on writing.
25.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Jizzlober
They will sum it all up in a sentence
a veredict made by those who know
Im ready to make a commitment
Im willing to make love to concrete
Smiles
bruises
smiles
bruises
bars in the womb
I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattres and they are making me itch
my time is spilt milk
My skin is a layer of soot
Im spendig my days scrubbing
Im trying so hard to act like nothing happened(No one left to blame)
Im trying so hard to find that fresh clean smell(No one left to blame)
Smiles
bruises
smiles
bruises
bars in the womb
I hide the dirty minutyes under my dirty mattres and they are making me itch
my time is spilt milk
I am what Ive done
I am what Ive done
Im sorry
Im sorry
SORRY
song performed by by Faith No More
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Unmarked bruises
We all have bruises and hurts
Some cut in deeper than the rest
Scarring us forever
A gash, a scar, a bleeding scrape
Evoke immediate sympathy
And while they hurt, in the now
They fade away, pretty often
But other scars leave no signs
On our bodies, and yet
Hurt and gnaw at our soul
With unmarked bruises, painful forever
poem by Anita Atina
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Jizzlobber
They will sum it all up in a sentence
A verdict made by those who know
Im ready to make a commitment
Im willing to make love to concrete
Smiles
Bruises
Smiles
Bruises
Bars in the womb
I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch
My time
Is spilt milk
My skin is a layer of soot
Im spending my days scrubbing
Im trying so hard to act like nothing happened (no one left to blame)
Im trying so hard to find that fresh, clean smell (no one left to blame)
Smiles
Bruises
Smiles
Bruises
Bars in the womb
I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch
My time
Is spilt milk
Cruel world sleeps above me
Mounting and teasing
I am what Ive done
I am what Ive done
Im sorry
Im sorry
Im sorry
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry
song performed by by Faith No More
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Harm not if help not.
You need not kill thirst and hunger.
But you can kill greed and pride.
You need not spill love and help.
But you can still hate and hurts.
Then the society is not hit.
07.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I write for myself.
I write for a name and fame
and not for penny or tummy.
I feel well while I pen verses.
It fills me with a kind of pride..
I am alert by heart.
I am alert by intellect.
I love the young and live young.
I learn my mental faculty.
I spend endlessly my time.
And spend painlessly money.
I have feeling of well being.
as they buy me youth and health,
with head upright while I walk..
26.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Enjoy the bends, forget the end.
A king, whether in exile, banishment,
deportation or dethroned ceases to be a king but he can pride himself on the past glory,
and can reminisce about it.
A lover, whether a loser, a blighted,
A deserted or a deprived ceases to be a lover but he can pride himself on the past glory and can reminisce about it.
Love may not lead to happy ends.
But definitely it has happy bends.
22.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beginning of destruction
pride it’s all your fault
Pride it’s all your fault we in this mess
Pride it’s all your fault we are suffering
Pride it’s all your fault people are shedding blood
Pride it’s all your fault families are destroyed
Pride it’s all your fault people are so greedy and selfish
Pride it’s all your fault people have no love
Pride it’s all your fault are so jealous of each other
Pride it’s all your fault people are so lost
Pride it’s all your fault dying from this horrible diseases
Pride it’s all your fault we have so many orphans
Pride it’s all your fault people are betraying each other
Pride it’s all your fault are dying of hunger
Pride it’s all your fault fathers are sleeping with their children
Pride it’s all your fault people are so heartless
Pride it’s all your fault there is no peace, unity and harmony in this world
Pride it’s all your fault we have all this sorrow
Pride it’s all your fault God has rejected us
Pride it’s all your fault people are so evil
And they have decided to be in love with evil rather than good
You have ruined this world
You are to blame for all this misery
If lucifer did not have pride in his heart we wouldn’t be in this mess
Pride it all your fault! ! !
Vangile Mtyali
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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Lion's Pride
The Lion, He sits upon the mountain.
Watching over the pride, which is His joy.
Emotionless.
He shows no fear.
With Him, a calmness and peace.
He struts with confidence.
As he approaches the pride,
No one will challenge Him.
He is Alpha.
The true leader.
Both Trusting and trusted.
When confronted, it is not His pride He protects.
To protect His pride is foolish.
He knows He is Alpha
It is the pride,
The pride is for Him to sacrifice for.
The Lioness respects him
He is the head of the pride.
He loves Her and for the pride would lay down His life.
It is His cross to bear.
For it was the role, He was born to play.
As the Lion leads the pride,
A man should lead His pride & joy.
Whatever pride He protects,
Determines if He is Alpha.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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991. Give Me The Pride Of Being Your Child.
You bestow
Some people with pride of having best parents.
Some with pride of inheriting immense wealth.
Some with pride of being born in high caste.
Some with pride of possessing an extraordinary talent.
Some with pride of controlling a great mass.
.....
For me, You denied all these.
I too don’t regret.
In fact, I thank You
For not having added all these
To my already taxing ego.
But, don’t deny Your uplifting love.
Give me only one pride.
The pride of being Your child!
poem by Raman Savithiri
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What Lessons Can I Promise To Learn?
I shy away from advising with advice to give,
To anyone.
I have too many bruises,
From knocking my head up against walls.
I've sat in on too many job interviews,
Bored by those who questioned...
Where would I'd like to be and do,
In years to come I have yet to live.
Or commit myself to a loyalty...
When I know none of it comes to me,
From no one as a guarantee promised to give.
I do my best until I can not do that anymore.
And if someone else is not doing that to achieve,
Who believe to me they can be compared?
What lessons can I promise to learn?
If those in positions to teach are incompetent.
I shy away from advising with advice to give,
To anyone.
I have too many bruises,
From knocking my head up against walls.
What could I say to anyone,
Thinking something I will say will make it for them easy?
Especially when I am inclined to say,
Fall down to your knees and count the cracks on the street.
And repeat it until the bleeding isn't noticed?
How many seeking to be impressed,
Will address my own experiences?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My pride
It began when i was a little foetus
Striving for perfection even though
I'm not, the pride was sent
Down to me not by my parents
But my forefathers the royal
Barolong who fought for my
Survival but not my revelation
Of a pride so humble yet poised
This pride provides for me, speaks
For me and it obliviates those
Who underestimate it as it is
Possessed by me and me only
This pride is my pride and my
Pride is my culture
poem by Innocent Seilane
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