Is religion real?
Metaphysics tells us
What we see is unreal,
What we cannot see is real.
We spend energy and time
On the God unseen,
At the cost of things seen.
We die with that faith, guided by religions
24.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Writers Are Ill Valued
When you buy a book
You pay for its making cost.
The real cost is much more.
Brain behind it is ill-valued.
Yet, who spend on books?
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You are gone after you.
However great he or she was
Today they are forgotten.
Tomorrow, you too will be.
Don’t waste time and energy
To make an impression
At the cost of your convenience
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sexual love- its effect.
You are desperate to please her,
You discard what she dislikes
And adopt what she likes.
You spend time and energy
Like water to earn her love.
You do everything
To rise up in her estimate.
Her defects are invisible.
Her merits are enlarged.
Her evasion, you take as testing.
Her vision, you wait for endlessly.
You are obsessed with her features.
It is the real sexual love.
Love for the deity is similer too.
01.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Music is the soul
Gifted with a talent for music,
One has nothing to grieve.
His life is full of melody.
He lives long, dissolving in cosmic energy.
24.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Music is sexual.
May there be solitude
and your attitude.
May there be silence
and your presence.
Let come a melody,
in an admired voice,
with touching words.
Enough, you undergo
sexual energy.
25.08.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rock Me, Roll Me
Have you ever been in love before
With a beautiful woman?
Does she have insecurities?
And have you ever been in love before
With a needy woman?
Is she too controlling?
She only wants you to
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
I need ya babe
I need ya babe
Have you ever been in love before with a cheatin woman?
Is she always lying?
Now, you ever been in love before with a crazy woman?
Does she make you crazy?
She only wants you to
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
Thats all I wanrt you to do with me, baby
Love me
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Oh yeah, yeah
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
And I only wanna know
I only want to know your loves for real
Be your only girl in this whole wide world, yeah
All of these things are just a part of me
So that you can see what women really need
And I need to be loved
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
song performed by by Toni Braxton
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I hardly need to abstract things, for each object is unreal enough already, so unreal that I can only make it real by means of painting.
quote by Max Beckmann
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The cheapest is advice
Donor is happier than the receiver;
Cheaper than water anywhere
Is advice, free of cost, unasked.
In its balance sheet, there is no loss.
Always is gain, the ego of donor.
04.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Words From A Husband To A Wife (Envelope Couplet Sestets)
Spend your time with me until the night end
as we attend a party at the house of a friend
smile and talk to me as if I am someone else
laugh merrily at the jokes our host tells,
while you dance with me where the stairs bend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
smile coyly while a drink I recommend,
treat me like a stranger you have just met
while our eyes are just on each other set,
let your glance shy before mind descend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
even if our friends do not really comprehend
why we are different from our old stances
why we are romancing in all our glances
while like some strangers we together blend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
as if life on a moment do depend
while you act just like a brand new lover,
as if our feelings we did rediscover,
as if we met only on a godsend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end,
friendly greet the old smiling reverend
while we proudly walk past to our dinner
as if we are just two love-struck sinners,
while our unfamiliarity we do pretend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love Is Costly To Have
Relationship with the spouse is vital.
So is it with the parents and children.
It'd cost you time, energy and money.
It'd demand you patience and tolerance.
Agitations and tribulations are
The part of the game in a family.
Failures of hopes would breed agony.
Absence of gratitude is a tragedy.
A beggar is blessed to be free of these.
He has none to love and none who loves him.
He has nothing to spend or to spend for.
The insecure cares for relationships.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Unseen is of Most Importance
Don’t look at what is seen but those unseen;
Those seen are transient and temporal;
Those invisible things are permanent;
All must be wary of things eternal!
God is not seen by human eyes and so,
The special senses fail in this aspect;
But faith can help the seeker find the Lord,
As Mother Nature aids him to suspect!
Angels, devils are unseen too for men,
Though man can feel their presence in strange ways;
Far beyond our grasp are hell and heaven
Except to holy men at times some days!
Hence, fix your gaze on things heavenly, then;
Real are hell and God’s Abode – heaven!
poem by John Celes
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Bible Burning II
'I'm sick and tired of this nonsense'.
'What do you mean 'nonsense. Those are perfectly good bibles. They cost alot'.
(I must admit this last point was speculation on my part)
'That's what I mean'.
'Wait. Have you no faith. Have you no respect for the price of things'? Do you think those are Qu'rans?
'Ha! What is faith'?
'Ah', I said, scratching my head, 'faith is the belief in things unseen. Hey, watch that match'!
'Pernicious, pernicious influence', he insisted, in a way that convinced me I was not going to change his mind.
'Pernicious influence, my......foot. Every word of that book is inspired. Especially Deuteronomy. So put that in your pipe and....
Only too late I realized this was the wrong expression-
'....smoke it'.
'Ah'g'wan', he exclaimed. 'F-ing Republican'.
This was too much.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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When The Sky
When the sky turns dusky red
Only one star bright enough
You come to me, now and then
Out of something rising up
All that’s left of history
Black and whites of dreams that once
Couldn’t wait for Saturday
Couldn’t be without your hand
No such thing as shades of grey
You and I knew where to stand
From the launchpad we were bound
Pretty swiftly into sand
Having crashed we turned around
Got back on our feet again
Caught the next dream into town
We had so much time to spend
Wasting time and skimping on
All the things we might have learned
One more winter’s day has gone
Not that things are clearer now
Looking back’s a kind of con
Makes the real unreal somehow
All of us see different things
In the shadows, in the clouds
If we had the gift of wings
And the wit to travel through
All the songs nostalgia sings
Where would you go flying to?
Would I really fly to you?
The Real
I know the sun's around
To wake the dead
You've got if anything
A bigger head
Most likely to perform
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Silly who ya know
Has got away
Sweet little who ya know
Lives in L.A.
Most likely to conceive
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Only the real world
Is so unreal
Only the real is real
Pocket the business card
Be on your way
Pocket the smiling face
And save the day
Most likely to perform
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Only the real world is so unreal
Only the real is real
song performed by by Tracy Bonham from The Burdens Of Being Upright
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Nun and monk
A nun is born to blush unseen
And waste her sweetness in the desert.
A monk is born to beam unseen
And lose his shower in the ocean.
Both are ill born to wither unseen
And miss the other half in the wilderness.
Who is the cause, the God or His sons?
19.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Joan
Power generation
You live up your life and it feels like fire
Suspended in animation
A trick of the light and it drives you higher
Blind vision blind faith
You really can be sold
If you dare to disagree
Its just not within the scheme of things
To give up your life so easily
Thats not the way youre meant to be
What a waste of time and energy
Its just not within the scheme of things(live your life)
To give up your life so easily, easily(Ill be there)
Psychic celebration
Look up in the stars and see venus rising
Rapture, fascination
You live for the night and your own desire
Blind vision blind faith
You really cant rely
On what they tell you for effect
Its not just within the scheme of things(live your life)
To give up your life so easily
Thats not the way youre meant to be(I do care)
What a waste of time and energy
Its just not within the scheme of things(live your life)
To give up your life so easily
Thats not the way youre meant to be(Ill be there)
What a waste of time and energy, energy
song performed by by Erasure
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Its Real
Its real to me
When you say
I love you
Its real to me
When our hearts
Beat as one
Its real to me
When we entwine
Our passion feuiled
Bodys as one
Its real to me
all the little things you do
that make me smile
Its real to me
every time we
Talk about the little
things in life
Its real to me
how you want
To hold me close
Each and every night
Its real to me
when you say
The most romantic
things whipsered
softly in my ears
Its real
because
you make me
feel like a
teenager again
I want to spend
Eternity with you
I want to be apart
of your life
Thats the reality
of how I feel
Thats what we
Call True Love
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poem by Kaila George
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Real Fiction
There are two kinds of fiction to find…
One in the world and the other in the mind.
When unpleasant things happen for real
With which the real mind is unable to deal,
It creates a world of fiction so it can survive
In order to justify that its unreal beliefs are alive.
These unreal beliefs have a real world all alone
As they deny real facts with data of their own.
Their fiction continues as world events transpire
With interpretation to support beliefs they require.
The world of fiction will collide with the world of real
As its members seek reality, it will lose its appeal.
Unless it dispenses with its delusions of the facts,
It will disappear as it's devoured by the reality it lacks.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Energies
Mental energy: solving problems
increases it, movie watching reduces.
Emotional energy: flirting increases it
and hatred reduces it.
Physical energy: sports increase it
and book worms reduce it.
See that energy is built up.
03.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Ballade of Theatricals
Though all the critics' canons grow--
Far seedier than the actors' own--
Although the cottage-door's too low--
Although the fairy's twenty stone--
Although, just like the telephone,
She comes by wire and not by wings,
Though all the mechanism's known--
Believe me, there are real things.
Yes, real people--even so--
Even in a theatre, truth is known,
Though the agnostic will not know,
And though the gnostic will not own,
There is a thing called skin and bone,
And many a man that struts and sings
Has been as stony-broke as stone . . .
Believe me, there are real things
There is an hour when all men go;
An hour when man is all alone.
When idle minstrels in a row
Went down with all the bugles blown--
When brass and hymn and drum went down,
Down in death's throat with thunderings--
Ah, though the unreal things have grown,
Believe me, there are real things.
ENVOY.
Prince, though your hair is not your own
And half your face held on by strings,
And if you sat, you'd smash your throne--
--Believe me, there are real things.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
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