Gossips' effects
Gossips are an outlet for one’s hatred.
Gossipers are cowards; all are gossipers.
The speaker and the listener enjoy it
The victim is hit with out his knowledge.
28.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You're Just Jealous
Some satisfy themselves,
On the discomfort of others.
Liars and gossipers.
Backstabbers and thieves.
Someone has been in our lives...
Like one of these.
Liars and gossipers.
Backstabbers and thieves.
And those who point these folks out...
Are treated as if they are the enemies.
Announcing publicly,
There are those in this society...
Walking around infecting,
With these mental diseases.
And those uninformed are usually those conformed.
And those who are not...
Are dropped from invitation lists.
Only those in acceptance...
Can be offered membership.
To do as they please...
With the approval from these sick cliques.
'You're just jealous of us! '
You are right!
And that is why I fight myself...
With an inner conflict,
That keeps me distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Else Do You Think Does That?
'Are you STILL living with your parents?
And in 'their' home? '
Yes.
Yes I am.
And even though my father passed,
Twenty-two years ago.
And my mother has been gone,
Almost eleven years...
I am very proud to say,
I live there alone!
With a peace of mind,
I am sure they would condone!
'I am very sorry.
I didn't know.'
Don't apologize.
I didn't expect you would.
Gossips wouldn't want anyone to realize that!
Especially in this rumor drenched neighborhood.
'So it has been you 'alone' who make ends there meet? '
Who else do you think does that?
In my 'parents' retreat!
The gossipers who breed and feed negativity?
'Forgive me for putting my foot in my mouth.'
Hey...
That doesn't bother me.
Where I dwell there is peace.
And I have the 'key' to go where it is released.
What you and others do with your feet,
Is not a concern of mine at all!
Enjoy your blessed day.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To let out hatred
I exert hatred through abuse and curse.
I leak hatred by sulks and silence.
Gossips and revenge are other outlets.
Hatred explodes in quarrels and slanders
Being jealous also a hatred
To cut jokes too is to expel hatred.
Hatred is faeces inevitable.
Not to constipate, it must be let out
08.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Listening and thinking
A good speaker is a bad listener.
A batsman is keen in watching.
A bowler is keen in throwing.
The bad listener hardly learns.
The good listener hardly thinks.
28.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pity and hatred
Pity for one is due to hatred for the other;
Hatred for one is due to pity for the other.
Gossip is an outlet of hatred.
Anger is an outlet of pity.
22.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Joy and hatred
Hatred for Ravana
Rather than love Rama
Keep interesting Ramayana.
To indulge in sports
Is an outlet to kill one’s hatred
Joy is the counterpart of hatred
29.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why There's No Peace
Too many people are half asleep.
With one eye closed,
And the other that peeks.
When they are alone,
They hear a door that creaks.
And maybe to their feet,
They just might leap!
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
And where do gossipers at night go?
The ones who claim to see,
Everything from their windows?
Too many people are half asleep.
With one eye closed,
And the other that peeks.
When they are alone,
They hear a door that creaks.
And maybe to their feet,
They just might leap!
Nobody's feeling safe behind doors anymore.
And those who snore loudly,
Are told they bore!
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
Too many people are half asleep.
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
Too many people are half asleep.
And where do gossipers at night go?
The ones who claim to see,
Everything from their windows?
Nobody's feeling safe behind doors anymore.
And those who snore loudly,
Are told they bore!
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
Too many people are half asleep.
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Standard between the equals
A speaker and a listener, poor
In language, might make mistakes in their talks.
Mistakes are not known to them as mistakes.
Both enjoy the talk without any itch.
A raw woman appeals to a raw man.
Two children and two adults play chess.
Some sing to friends and some in a concert.
Standard is according to the circle.
02.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A good listener truly wants to know the speaker.
quote by John Powell
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Comforted By Knowing It
We are the...
'I'm-gonna-do-that-tomorrow' people.
We would put off a breath,
If it did not mean we had to inhale...
To exhale in the process.
Lazy?
Yes we are.
And comforted by knowing it.
Only to praise someone else who gets something done,
As either intelligent, lucky or brave!
Or all threee if that person happens to live in a small town.
Complete with professional gossipers...
And those practicing their sanctity during the holidays.
We are the...
'I'm-gonna-do-that-tomorrow' people.
Full of ourselves and our beliefs.
Trying to convince ourselves,
How wonderful we are...
If only we worked harder at being honest,
Things would get accomplished so much easier!
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The speaker may well be a fool but the listener is wise.
The civilized society
I am in a civilized society.
No outlet for hatred.
So I watch violence in movies.
No outlet for libido
So I watch blue films.
I am in a civilized society.
08.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Outlets for wastes
Gossip is a harmless outlet.
Writing is a handy outlet.
Cursing is an easy outlet.
Vent your aggressiveness through these.
10.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Violence and perversion
All heroic deeds
Are enacted by cowards
And seen by cowards.
All romantic scenes
Are enacted by perverts
And seen by perverts.
Thus violence and
Libido find their exit,
Sparing the mrality.
20.06.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Everybody's A Victim
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
I demand recompense
For sitting on the fence
Throughout my adult life
You've got to put my parents in jail
For raising me in Fife
It doesn't matter what I do
You have to say it's alright
And I need you to send somebody around
To tuck me in at night
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Well it's not my fault
That I'm positive
I just stuck a needle in my arm
And nobody told me
That sixty a day
Would do me any harm
My liver's shrivelling like a leaf
But it's not the whisky that doo's it
Call me irresponsible
And I'm really going to lose it
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Wear a ribbon for this
Hug a stranger for that
Light a candle to the dead
And soon you'll forget
That you ever had
A brain inside our head
We value everythin the same
We turn it into farce
So we don't know a crisis
'Till it kicks us up the arse
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
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Sit Back and Watch the Circus! It's Free
Wait a cotton picking minute!
Billions are being spent on a monthly basis,
To protect us from 'identified' terrorists!
And yet mass murderers are walking amongst us,
Freely?
To do to us as they please?
And there is more of an interest,
To analyze their psychological adjustments...
As to why they can not live 'normal' lives,
In an approved and accepting society?
Am I NUTS?
'Ssssshhh...
You don't want anyone to believe,
You are 'not' patriotic...
Do you? '
Keep your voice down.
We are surrounded by rumor mongers,
And gossipers.'
OH!
You are right.
I have forgotten.
It is okay to tolerate our dysfunctions.
Just as long as we conform to them.
And they are not mentioned!
'Right.
Pretend these are the values others threaten.
But for us...
They are normally condoned.
And besides...
Some of these fanatics,
Are prone to receive flowering testimonies.'
Geeessshhh.
I am glad you are here to remind me of that.
Let's continue to observe the baring of the butts.
And people strutting around deranged.
'Hey...
That's what I say.
None of this we have to pay for.
Let us just sit back and watch the circus.
It's free! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coward
Only cowards are
residing here.
The cowards only
does not say anything.
The cowards are
not there to take
any decision at
any point of time.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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For An Old Man
Why do I prefer to be direct, blatant in my remarks...
And honest?
It is fun for me to observe those deceitful,
To find something I do to undermine.
And when they can not find anything embarrassing...
Since I do that myself with glee anyway,
I love to hear the fresh rumors they create.
They are more innovative than the ones I start,
On myself.
Just to see which ones,
Keep those tongues wagging.
Very few people know,
I am devoted to writing.
With a life that would bore
Roosters in cock fight to sleep!
Well...
I exaggerate.
But,
I do live a life that is quiet.
And I admit I do get excited when I hear,
About that 'wild' life I'm living.
It makes me smile when I realize...
For an old man...in age.
According to my great nieces...
('Gee Uncle Larry! You're 62? ? ? WOW')
Although not in appearance!
~the older the berry,
the sweeter the juice...remembered~(LOL)
With gossipers I use to keep me popular!
If they only knew,
How clever my rumors are!
And I have to spread at least one a month,
On myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gossip, outlet for hatred
Gossip, it seems to me,
No one can dispense with,
As it is the safe outlet
To release one’s hatred
For the one spoken about.
28.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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