I sooth myself
If there is progress, it is God’s grace.
If not so, God is delaying.
If there is regress, God is mild.
Thus I sooth myself.
19.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Generation to generation
I am lazier than my father
And my son is lazier than me.
I learn more than my father
And my son, more than me.
I earn more than my father
And my son, more than me.
Am I secure as my father was?
Is my son secure as I am?
Generation to generation,
Do we progress or regress?
20.12.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lxxii
You who find all joy a vain illusion
That no richer heirloom can be thine own
Who think that joy is a sinful lesion
Do not toward your one and true God disown
Make you peace with the Lord and he shall give
Thee regress, all that by you he’ll address
He has the power toward you to forgive
In the joy of that power is progress
Joy’s to be found in his mercy full light
Thou has magnified thy people and won
Do by him as you will him to do right
True, by him shall you seek out your action
Lord protect us with the arm of thy grace
It is you who in life we do embrace.
poem by David E. Patton
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Easy Going Father
my easy-going father in heaven
you have taught me much
let me not lose such
let me not regress
instead - progress
do much good
as you recommended
with humor and fun
let that be my jesus food
thanks, dude!
poem by Harlan Simantel
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Pageantries Of Ceremonies Done
The affects of a 'rite of passage' taken,
Should produce a noticeable growth...
Of a progress made.
But some rituals enforced are delayed,
By a maturity that seems afraid...
To move ahead with an expected responsibility.
And pageantries of ceremonies done,
Do not prepare one to comprehend or observe...
From previous examples anywhere that have been laid.
And yet these empty spectacles displayed,
Are just events to watch unnourished...
As another performance of expectation that aging will unlock!
Like graduating from one place with steps,
That should move forward...
Instead of a regress into a relapsing that stops.
With completions of routines that are witnessed,
But accomplishing nothing that has a meaning felt...
Or seen to be embraced as a progress that escapes stagnation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Raised to Express
So innocent then,
Were my public aggressions!
My willingness to connect,
All aspects of my identity...
With an outspokenness,
Is not new to me.
Raised to express!
And not to regress...
In needless nonstop guessing.
To do my best,
Is...
Something done I should do first for me.
Raised to express!
And not to regress...
In needless nonstop guessing.
And,
To do my best
Is...
Something done I should do first for me.
Since no one better knows my destiny!
So innocent then,
Were my public aggressions!
My willingness to connect,
All aspects of my identity...
With an outspokenness,
Is not new to me.
Raised to express!
And not to regress...
In needless nonstop guessing.
And,
To do my best
Is...
Something done I should do first for me.
And,
To do my best
Is...
Something done I should do first for me.
Every aspect of my life delights,
Since no one better knows my destiny!
Raised to express!
With no need for nonstop guessing.
Or regress to foolishness.
Since,
No one better knows my destiny!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delaying Your Goodbye
I love you.
You are my only truth.
One rose in my garden.
A single star in my sky.
If I were to beg the moon
To grant me a pardon.
Would it be uncouth
Just delaying your goodbye.
I grieve,
Though nobody has died.
My very soul
Holds your sunshine inside.
I'd crawl on my hands and knees,
For to hear just one last sigh.
My heart suspended in deep freeze
Is just delaying your goodbye.
poem by Kevin East
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip down upon the northern shore
Dip down upon the northern shore
O sweet new-year delaying long;
Thou doest expectant nature wrong;
Delaying long, delay no more.
What stays thee from the clouded noons,
Thy sweetness from its proper place?
Can trouble live with April days,
Or sadness in the summer moons?
Bring orchis, bring the foxglove spire,
The little speed well's darling blue,
Deep tulips dash'd with fiery dew,
Laburnums, dropping-wells of fire.
O thou new-year, delaying long,
Delayest the sorrow in my blood,
That longs to burst a frozen bud
And flood a fresher throat with song.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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LXXXIII: Spring
Dip down upon the northern shore,
O sweet new-year, delaying long;
Thou doest expectant Nature wrong,
Delaying long, delay no more.
What stays thee from the clouded noons,
Thy sweetness from its proper place?
Can trouble live with April days,
Or sadness in the summer moons?
Bring orchis, bring the fox-glove spire,
The little speedwell's darling blue,
Deep tulips dashed with fiery dew,
Laburnums, dropping-wells of fire.
O thou, new-year, delaying long,
Delayest the sorrow in my blood,
That longs to burst a frozen bud,
And flood a fresher throat with song.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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2008
We are in 2008 and,
We are still fighting among ourselves;
This is year 2008 and,
We still kill each other with bombs!
We are in 2008 and,
We are still naked in the forest;
Year 2008 with the Olympic Games held in China and,
We still go to war!
We are in 2008 and,
We do claim to be the best of the human ever lived;
But, how many bombs have we thrown to each other?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The attractive women
A woman born with attractiveness
Is bound to impact men from birth to death
And with that, elbow through the progress.
09.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Run To The ONE Who Comforts
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Which way you should go,
Or who to see to please.
The ONE will get your wishes met,
If you keep your faith to heed.
And with the ONE close you can bet,
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Who it is you know,
To recommend and suggest...
What it is that you should do,
When the ONE who does it best...
To,
Comfort.
And take that weight off your chest.
And...
Comfort.
To put your mind at rest.
And...
Comfort.
To eliminate those tests...
Others want you to go through,
To keep your life in a wrecked mess.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Which way you should go,
Or who to see to please.
The ONE will get your wishes met,
If you keep your faith to heed.
Run to the ONE who comforts.
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
Put your mind at rest.
And...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
Put your mind at rest.
Run to the ONE who comforts.
No 'other' can do this best.
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
And put your mind at rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be woman is at par in grace
.Let a woman shed no grace
Because she has slept with many
As a man sheds no grace
Because he has slept with many.
07.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be wild and mild
Be wild; others become mild.
Be mild; others become wild.
Rarely works wild to wild
Or mild to mild combination.
06.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Serenade (Inesilla! I am here...)
Inesilla! I am here
Thy own cavalier
Is now beneath thy lattice playing:
Why art thou delaying?
He hath riden many a mile
But to see thy smile:
The young light on the flowers is shining,
Yet he is repining.
What to him is a summer star,
If his love's afar?
What to him the flowers perfuming,
When his heart's consuming?
Sweetest girl! I why dost thou hide?
Beauty may abide
Even before the eye of morning,
And want no adorning.
Now, upon their paths of lights,
Starry spirits bright
To catch thy brighter glance are staying:
Why art thou delaying ?
poem by Barry Cornwall
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Pen Poetry - Too much to Swallow?
Pen Poetry - Too much to Swallow?
Press progress, profess
Effortless eyewitness exquisiteness,
Nimbleness, neatness. Nevertheless,
Unharness useless unpleasantness
Needless. Nonetheless, nameless
Pettiness process protest.
Ruthless redress regress,
Inaptness, iciness, idleness.
Compress clumsiness, childishness,
Excess eruditeness, erroneousness,
Depthless digress, dumbness.
Possess priceless prowess,
Openness, outwardness, otherworldliness,
Express endless evenness
Terseness, timeless tastefulness,
Re-address random-access role-reversing resourcefulness.
Yin, Yang's yolk yoke. Yes ? … Yes!
Most make believe in anything they read -
'amazing', 'awesome' slip from flippant pen
vow praise, wows raise reaction, and again
to draw attention to their need to feed
from inspiration others gift their greed,
or compensation masking tasking pain
when creativity is on the wane.
Objectives may at times evolve to seed
transparency - yet where all seem agreed
lowest common denominators rein
the fountain which should not need to explain
how this thought led to that poetic steed.
'A mouthful of originality'
too much to swallow proves to minds at sea!
1 August 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Pen Unpriced Poetry
P ress progress, profess
E ffortless eyewitness exquisiteness,
N imbleness, neatness. Nevertheless,
U nharness useless unpleasantness
N eedless. Nonetheless, nameless
P ettiness process protest.
R uthless redress regress,
I naptness, iciness, idleness.
C ompress clumsiness, childishness,
E xcess eruditeness, erroneousness,
D epthless digress, dumbness.
P ossess priceless prowess,
O penness, outwardness, otherworldliness,
E xpress endless evenness
T erseness, timeless tastefulness,
R e-address random-access role-reversing resourcefulness.
Y in, Yang's yolk yoke. Yes? … Yes!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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It took us years to get into the mess that we got ourselves in at the end of 2008, and it's going to take a while to get us out. We lost eight million jobs, we saw a financial system near collapse, we have a continuing housing crisis that we're making progress on dealing with.
quote by Robert Gibbs
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The Spirit Of St. Louis VI
Blue tongues and red tongues,
Yellow tongues and white tongues,
Don't jumble your state of affairs when the floods set in!
But with the spring, summer, autumn and winter in mind;
For i am only with the wet and dry seasons over here,
But the muse of St. Louis is all about my love.
The very place i belong to is like your own country,
But my experiences in Africa had taught me a lot of lessons;
And like two people born to two different parts of the world,
For they will surely grow up differently with different status! !
Because one may either progress or regress in respective to the other.
Life is like an Aircraft that touches down on a runway as it taxis along,
And i have landed into the world to contribute my quota;
But my sweet mind is all that i have to share with you all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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If virtue promises happiness, prosperity and peace, then progress in virtue is progress in each of these for to whatever point the perfection of anything brings us, progress is always an approach toward it.
In the spirit of Rumi 57: Grace
But what is grace?
By grace we were as we were.
By grace we are as we are.
By grace we shall be as we will be.
That's grace.
But what is grace?
Grace is what it does.
Catch it as it acts; smiles; passes.
That too is grace.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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