Hatred and regret
You hated whom you had loved.
You regretted which you had neglected
Hatred is the passive revenge.
Regret is the love posthumous
Solace is derived from the both
11.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A daughter in law is a future mother in law
I repaid to my daughter in law
What I had got from my mother in law,
To avenge my hatred on her.
She repaid to me later in equal terms
What then I did late to my mother in Law,
To revenge her hatred on me.
18.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Regrets and hate
To regret is to recollect
The past neglects and overhaul.
To hate is to take revenge
On ill doers and cleanse.
Both are self-repairing process
10.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Desire is not dispensed with
Objects clung to, are replaced.
Clinging continues.
Women lusted for, are replaced.
Lusting continues.
Loved and hated are replaced.
Love and hate stays.
Objects only change, not the urge.
05.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Regrets
I left my youth and teeth;
I regretted.
I left my beloved and civil life;
I regretted.
Parents and youngsters left me;
I regretted.
I shall be lost after death;
I now regret.
After death, where is the thought,
To regret?
02.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love's Grammar Book
I love you.
That's it, really.
all there is to say.
sums it up.
in a nutshell.
the long and the short of it.
the be-all and the end-all.
I know what I mean;
you know what I mean.
more or less.
we know what I mean.
most of the time.
But though love's sometimes
best defined by silence
it may be good
to say a few good words
since you, and love, have taught me
love's grammar-book:
I love 'love'.
though love as noun is difficult to define.
I love love as an adjective:
love's.. just lovely, isn't it?
But most of all
I love love as verb.
and this I know:
this my love's active voice:
I love. (you) .
I loved you. How well I remember.
I have loved you. I'm so grateful for that.
I shall love you. That I promise.
and when all is done, I'll be proud to remember that
I shall have loved you;
and that
we shall have loved.
And in love's passive voice,
I'm so blessed that
I am loved;
rejoice in the hope that
I shall be loved
and promise that
you shall be loved.
I'll always be blessed that
I have been loved.
and that I can say
you shall have been loved (forever) .
Then there are love's moods
as they're called in grammar:
the indicative - I love you; do you love me?
the exciting imperative mood:
'Love me, do - I promise I'll be true...' or better,
'Love me! Now! ';
the subjunctive mood
which is rather subtler in other languages:
'Don't leave me, please';
'May we love each other till we die...';
'If only you were to love me
as much as I love you..'
And then, those other parts of speech
that few of us get around to sorting out
but all lurking there under 'amo'
in the Latin grammar-book of love:
The perfect infinitive:
'It is better - to have loved - and lost - than
not -to have loved -at all';
that great feeling
called future infinitive:
to be about to love;
and that dizzy future infinitive passive:
to be about to be loved;
the gerund:
'Oh the loving and the kissing
and the kissing and the loving...';
that cautious supine:
'in order to love...';
the passive imperative -
the parents' wish (with qualifications) :
'let her be loved'...
and that loaded gerundive:
'fit to be loved'...
All of which, I hope, leaves you
in that state curiously undefined
by grammar -
a sort of active gerundive:
'fit to love' - to love
love's grammar-book
in full
for love conquers all, it's said,
even a hatred of grammar.
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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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The Neglected Dog
The neglected dog looks such a sight! His coat is full of fleas!
Yet once he filled you with delight! He really loved to please!
The neglected dog has tapeworms, too! They're ghastly to behold!
Yet once this dog showed love for you! He once was good as gold!
The neglected dog has matted hair and sores upon his feet!
Yet once you combed him with such care till he looked cool and neat!
The neglected dog has eyes that fall... He's lost the will to live!
Yet once he answered every call! He had so much to give!
The neglected dog lies flat and still... He hasn't fed in days!
Yet once you cared when he was ill! Now who cares if he prays! ?
The neglected dog pleads for your love! Is that too hard a task! ?
Yet once your love was quite enough! He didn't need to ask!
The neglected dog has passed away... It's too late... anyhow...
Though once you loved him day-by-day... Too late to pet him now...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Love must precede hatred, and nothing is hated save through being contrary to a suitable thing which is loved. And hence it is that every hatred is caused by love.
quote by Thomas Aquinas
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Revenge is the strongest pleasure
Revenge is where one derives
The greatest pleasure.
Escape from being caught is the next.
Far behind are all: victory, conquest.
Success, reward and award
08.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Zygotic death
It is tragic and a pity to witness,
Even in the sight of preface,
A budding love falls as a prey
To the scorching eyes of the spies,
And withers as dues under the sun.
Yet, it does not deter the spring of new lovers
An aborting lady has a solace
That she is not infertile.
02.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Hated and Loved
Hated are the cruel of the ages,
Their emotions are stronger than stone and pages.
Hated are the young of the ages,
Where are endeavours, the support and fences?
Hated are the sportsmen of the ages
Who cancel their dreams and farmhouses.
Hated are the professions of the ages
That send messages.
Hated are men and women of the ages
Who work with people in the madhouses.
Hatred is a disease we conquered when love sustained us,
When love was cherished in absoluteness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The grooming is the beauty.
A well groomed ass
Is nicer than a neglected horse
A well groomed lass,
regardless of her figure,
looks lustrous even to the elite.
Give a girl a good education
In good background.
She will have been a groomed mare.
02.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What Has Happened To Me?
I stand here before you today
Not a man
but an animal
born a man
became an animal
for what others have done
I was once timid
shy
caring
loving
but now only
hatred
and
sorrow
remain
none can forget what has happened to me
and none shall forget my revenge
I regret nothing that happened to me
it made me what I am
but
I do regret what I could never do for you
I'm sorry I could never love you
It wasn't my fault
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Prejudice
Prejudice is the cause
For the hatred and discriminate killings.
Prejudice is the same cause
For the passion and discriminate rsquings.
Can you dispense with them?
06.03.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Should Have Hated Me
The day we met and got together,
The day you changed my life forever.
I was locked up alone, you set me free,
But I say now, you should have hated me.
The day I said that I loved you,
I gave you my heart so pure and true.
You loved me too, that I could see.
But I say now, you should have hated me.
The days we spent with so much fun,
The love we had was second to none.
Why didn't you just let me be,
I wish you would have hated me.
For when you came into my life,
You might as well have raised a knife.
For when that day you walked away,
You plunged it deep, to my dismay.
Now here I sit all alone,
Wishing that I would have known.
I still love you and I will wait,
Even though my heart breaks.
If you would have pushed me away,
And never met me on that day.
I wouldn't have pain to this degree,
If only you would have hated me.
poem by Adam McKim
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I'm closer to being happy. I'm doing things that make me happy. In football I loved to practice and I loved to play, but I hated to be in meetings, hated to talk to the media, hated to have cameras in my face, hated to sign autographs. I hated to do all those things.
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Hatred can never be good. … Here, and in what follows, I mean by hatred only hatred towards men. … Envy, derision, contempt, anger, revenge, and other emotions attributable to hatred, or arising therefrom, are bad … Whatsoever we desire from motives of hatred is base, and in a State unjust.
quote by Baruch Spinoza
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Feud’s abode
Feud is born and exists
Where affinity or identity rules.
Brother vs. brother and Neighbour vs. neighbour,
Have more hatred and less harmony.
25.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Marilyn Monroe.
A tragic angel of sex,
A seductive child woman,
A legendary Love Goddess,
A blonde, a beauty persona,
A voice as much voluptuous,
You, Marilyn Monroe,
As betrayed by those who mattered you,
And ill-loved by those who you mattered,
Having taken over doze of sleeping pills,
In 1962, a fateful year of sex hunters,
At the most ripe age of six and thirty,
Over the failure of much cherished
Marital bond with Robert Kennedy,
Had left us high and dry as sex starved.
From a poor soil and from a broken home,
You came out as an illegitimate child.
You were not to die as an invalid.
You found that your body was an asset,
With which you wanted to bet the world,
With which you wanted to take revenge
On all men, low and high, who fell by.
You had slept with many,
Even for a paltry sum.
You sold yourself for your need and growth,
Never for lust. You are not a man hunter.
You were deserted by three husbands.
You were belied by Robert Kennedy.
He wanted your body, not the soul.
You purred every one to lust you and burst
You used sex as a powerful weapon
To fight with and to beat with,
For the rise to the pedestal, so as to love from.
You sought love nowhere.
You lost it everywhere.
Love hungry and name hungry,
You were too fast to find love anywhere.
You had tuned up for men atop.
Had you turned down to fans below,
You could have got fountain of love.
I take pity for your sad death.
The solace is that I had my youth
Before you had had your last breath.
Your erotic profile still is in my memory.
A woman of sacrifice is Marilyn Monroe.
01.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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