Good as well as bad
As such, things aren’t good or bad.
As such, deeds aren’t good or bad.
The prey is good to predators.
Predators are bad to the prey.
08.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The revelations of great men
If you do something good in return,
You aren’t good; you settled a due.
If you do something good intently,
You aren’t good; you simply invested.
If you ask pardon for a fevour,
You aren’t great; it’s a strategy.
If you give pardon to one mightier,
You aren’t great with no alternatives.
If you speak truth when comfortable
And be honest when convenient
You cannot boast of yourself as great
As any mean one could do them at ease.
You aren’t great being just in matters
Where being otherwise of no advantage.
You aren’t great with the veil you’ve made
Of good deeds to hide the ill gotten.
You aren’t great with philanthropy
From the undue or unfair wealth got.
But for few, all great men may forgive me
For the revelations made of them.
19.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We're Predators and Prey
Are we truly so distant from our primitive past
Are we no longer the hunter or considered fair prey
Were the truth put before you, you’d be most aghast
There are predators among us and they hunt us each day
We’re not truly different from the ones at herds rear
Which the predator watches with hard hungry eye
The prey starts and senses, that death is quite near
On the lonely herds edges, the weak always die
Our modern world is a jungle, and human beasts are a fact
Camouflaged with normalcy, clothed in disarming disguise
Preying on the young and the weakest with terrifying tact
Before melting in to community, they disappear to our eyes
The gazelle in the herd is as the child on the walk
Safety in numbers causes inborn defenses to relax
A lion creeping closer is as a van stopping to stalk
And they’ll both culminate in deadly attacks
No.. we’re not so far distant from our primitive past
Yes.. we’re the hunter and also too, are considered fair prey
don’t allow yourself or your children to lag or be last
Yes… there are predators among us and they hunt us each day
poem by David Whalen
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Good Things!
It's never too late to do good things...
When those good things come,
To be done!
It should never be a decision made,
Whether to show gratitute...
Whenever an attitude,
Is moody when it comes.
Do it...
No one loses!
It's never too late to show someone there,
You think of them just because you care.
Thinking they will know what it is you feel...
Does little for the one,
Who believes no one is aware...
With feelings that are real.
'How could they,
When they aren't there shown or spoken? '
And it's always a good sign...
To release and let things go!
When doubt is removed,
And your mind has approved
The doing is true and it can be proposed.
Hesitation for you will seldom come to show!
Knowing for you that good is in the doing,
And pursuing it from head to toe...
Has you moving.,
Reaping as you sow.
It's never too late to do good things...
When those good things come,
To be done!
Always contemplate good things,
And good things you did...
Makes those good things done grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Terror In The Land
Alas! there is terror in the land.
There is hurlyburly in the jungle.
Herds scampered for safety.
The elephants cocooned behind trees;
Lions buried their claws underground;
The tigers wrapped their canines with leaves;
In awe of ferocius alliance of foxes and hyena.
The roaring of the new predators
Shakes the wilderness
Making iroko tree to shed leaves spasmodically.
Date palm delivered prematurely in the savannah.
The bamboo refused to sprout.
The whole land convulsed;
Ushering thick darkness
Alas! the shepherd hues
Seeking for foreign alliance
To tame the marauding scavengers.
The vigilantes are asleep
Leaving the land defenceless
Giving rooms for the allied predators
To match their jackboots on the land.
Tears and sorrows flow in the land.
Lives are caught down at plumes.
Sighs and hopelessness inhabit homes.
The shepherd could not tame the predators.
The jet-lagged guards are fainting
And could no longer fight the predators
Haba! who shall be the next prey?
Where will the predators strike again?
Who is the true owner of the land?
Is it the shepherd or the predators?
Will there be an end to the hurlyburly?
When shall peace reign in the land again?
When shall this carnage cease?
Oh! there seems to be no end at sight
The land is afraid of itself
There is terror in the land
Someone help our motherland.
(IN MEMORY OF VICTIMS OF BOKO HARAM IN NIGERIA)
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Vultures!
Vultures not aware that they are torturers,
Eagle may assume that they are simple predators,
Circling above the ground, enjoying the breezy wind,
looking down with deep eyes only for one thing.
When their prey is spotted, the concentration get centered,
Eyes on that prey, the thought on that prey,
Wings stop to swing before a forceful delay,
Legs, claws and the nails just land on that display.
Vultures are there in you and I,
When the business man looks for the business,
When the doctors wait for the patients,
When the lawyers wait for the clients,
When the leaders wait for the votes,
Vultures are everywhere in them, you and I.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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If you hear a person talking good about things that aren't in you, don't be sure that he wouldn't also say bad things about things that aren't in you.
Christmas Is Going To The Dogs
Get off your sled and go to bed
Don't you ever tire?
Throw a bone, I'm finally home
Curled up by the fire
Snow is falling from the sky like ashes from an urn
Sweet dreams, my little one
Now it's my turn
Well, Christmas is going to the dogs
We'd rather have chew toys than Yule logs
And things aren't looking very good, it's true
So I'll just lay here and chew
Now, when I sleep I like to dream
Of rabbits in the snow
Jumping right into my jaws
From their rabbit hole
Take one home and set him down right next to you shoes
Wake up to a big surprise
My gift to you
And Christmas is going to the dogs
We'd rather have chew toys than Yule logs
And things aren't looking very good, it's true
So I'll just lay here and chew
And Christmas is going to the dogs
We're scarfing down the turkey and egg nog
And things aren't looking very good, it's true
So I'll just lay here and chew
So I'll just stay here and chew...
song performed by by Eels
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Born to serve time
Consumed by time elapsed,
Masked and veiled the future but holds,
Uncertainty in every breath,
As predators loom large.
Sleight of hand, twist of fate,
Crippled, scarred or simply marred,
Does it really matter who falls prey?
To feel the pain.
Grateful to days elapsed for designs undone,
Prey to the future's prowl,
Born to serve time,
Till we succumb....
poem by Kiranjit Singh Bajaj
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Mother Nature Knows
The sedge along the riverside.
Provides a perfect place to hide
For creatures which we rarely see.
Small animals which need to be.
Hid from the eyes of predators.
Who hunt along the water course.
Feathered hunters high in the sky
follow the river as they fly
In their eternal hunt for prey.
Ready to stoop without delay.
Given the opportunity
On some potential meal they see..
Small creatures seeking sustenance.
Who are prepared to take a chance.
To forage for the food they need
Far from the safety of the weeds
where they are hidden from the view.
Of predators who must feed too.
Though most will die some will survive.
Enough to keep the breed alive.
Ma Nature plans well in advance
for each and every circumstance.
She will maintain the status quo.
Which was established long ago.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Hurts Not The Cause
Preys get no revenge against predators.
They have no grudge, no jealousy for them.
Hurts and losses are not the causes
For revenge when outside the prey’s species.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Suedehead
Why do you come here ?
And why, why do you hang around ?
I'm so sorry, oh ...
I'm so sorry, oh, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
Why do you telephone ? ahur...
And why, why send me silly notes ?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
It was because
Everything that i did
I wrote it down
On the wall
You had to sneak into my room
'just' to read my diary
"oh, it was just to see, just to see"
(all the things you knew i'd written about you...)
And oh so many illustrations
Oh, but
I'm so very sickened
Oh, i am so sickened now
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Ah ...
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
A good lay, ah ...
Oh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay
It was a good lay
Oh, it was a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Good lay, oh
Thankyou.
song performed by by Morrissey
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Involuntary Reaction
Twilight ere the moon has risen.
The magic hour twixt night and day.
Frees night creatures from their prison.
Releases them to play or prey.
Sometimes the shadows coalesce
and assume solidity.
Which may frighten or impress.
They come and go mysteriously.
We can’t be sure that what we see
are harmless shadows out to play.
They could be conceivably.
Night predators hunting for prey.
Though we may pretend otherwise
We pray for Mother Moon to rise.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Where Are The Stars
Don't blame me if the
stars aren't in the sky.
The clouds came in and covered them
and you wonder why?
They just couln't take it,
couldn't take it anymore.
They were tired of seeing a heart
that was feeling so sore.
Every cloudless sky
when stars were shining bright
we'd sit outside and watch them
and revel in their sight.
There wasn't a thing to worry us.
Everything was good.
We laughed. We danced
the way two lovers should.
But sometimes good things
don't seem to last.
The happiness leaves
and becomes part of the past.
So don't blame me if the
stars aren't in the sky.
They left when you went away
and now I wonder why?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Predators
Have you ever looked at a pond
and wondered what creatures
live there within.
Some can walk
and some can swim,
but exactly how many
vary from day to day.
Some are predators
and eat others daily,
and then they too are eaten
by larger predators there.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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The problem isn't that people don't understand how good things are. It's that they know, from personal experience, that things really aren't that good.
quote by Paul Krugman
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This legislation gives parents some comfort that their children won't fall prey to child predators while using the Internet at schools and libraries that receive federal dollars for Internet services.
quote by Judy Biggert
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If your pictures aren't good enough, you aren't close enough.
quote by Robert Capa
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You aren’t silent.
Your silence tells me
That you aren’t silent.
Your reticence tells me
That you aren’t reluctant.
The beauty of seeing you
Is more beautiful than you.
Desires add value
When things are hard to come.
06.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Parents’ friends
Women close to my father
Aren’t in my good book.
Men close to my mother
Aren’t in my good book.
Sexual possessiveness and
Sexual jealousy are at work.
07.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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They Don't Think So-The Rationale of Robert
I am a bad person
At least I have done bad things
I admit it.
Lied, hurt others, cheated
and things worse.
yes, I know.
All bad.
But I don't really believe that I
am a bad person.
I am a good person
who has done bad things.
Most I am sorry for;
some I am not as much
as I should.
But what am I to do?
A good person
trapped by my own bad deeds.
Should I flagellate
repent, confess?
But why?
The deeds were bad, not I.
A really good person could see that
and forgive me.
A bad person can not and will not.
So, I guess they are bad just like me.
Now that leaves the good people
who see that bad deeds are not me
and forgive.
They even may forget.
But the fact they able to do that
makes me feel inferior.
They think they are better than me
and that is bad.
So, if they make me feel bad
then they are not really good people.
So, you see the whole world is just like me
even if they don't think so.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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