Lavishness
Being lavish is not being generous.
Being lavish stems from one’s ego’s urge.
Being generous stems from one’s heart’s purge.
Lavishness fails to evoke acceptance.
29.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Imitation, if it is not forgery, is a fine thing. It stems from a generous impulse, and a realistic sense of what can and cannot be done.
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We Are Generous
Please the poor with some money and riches of high nature,
These people need love, full of loveliness, and we are generous.
To individuals of highest repute I look at their heads
And then their hearts and wait for the day to arrive with achiness, when are they generous?
I am not poor or anything to do with the poor who are poverty,
Hearts of theirs gain momentum, we merely pass our test that is gorgeous, for we are generous.
The spoken tongue carries society further, and those without money bring
Us more money, but bring them no poverty, and bring gracefulness, we are so generous.
The tailor needed cloth, the blacksmith needs his metal, and the accountant also needs,
What of those with the flame in Hell? Their heaven is not their greatness, but we are generous.
Money has no objection to the riches being found, to the oil being discovered,
But fun is in the very life where living is explored with incisiveness, we are so generous.
Then talk never today but mutter with huge meaning, and never sleep too long,
But meet your creator with a giving heart and the soul is incredulous, for it is generous.
May we be heartiness, sweetness, and merry-making with all this wealth
Understood by men, by the kings and queens of infallibleness, for they are all generous.
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Hurt Mothers
Give me a heart O Lord
Such as that of a mother
Please, please dear God
A heart of a hurt mother
Like pricks and thorns grow
On stems in hedges yet don’t prick
They sway with stems when winds blow
Never do they hurt their own stick
A heart that hurts I already have
But compared to a mother’s,
This of mine has burning nerve
In a hurt mother’s heart, tenderness gathers
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Largess
Go forth in life, O friend, not seeking love;
A mendicant that with imploring eye
And outstretched hand asks of the passers-by
The alms his strong necessities may move.
For such poor love, to pity near allied,
Thy generous spirit should not stoop and wait,
A suppliant, whose prayer may be denied,
Like a spurned beggar's at a palace gate!
But thy heart's affluence lavish, uncontrolled,
The largess of thy love give full and free,
As monarchs in their progress scatter gold.
And be thy heart like the exhaustless sea,
That must its wealth of cloud and dew bestow,
Though tributary streams or ebb or flow.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Sonnet. Love
Go forth in life, oh friend! not seeking love;
A mendicant, that with imploring eye
And outstretched hand asks of the passers by
The alms his strong necessities may move.
For such poor love to pity near allied,
Thy generous spirit may not stoop and wait,
A suppliant, whose prayer may be denied,
Like a spurned beggar's at a palace gate:
But thy heart's affluence lavish uncontrolled;
The largess of thy love give full and free,
As monarchs in their progress scatter gold;
And be thy heart like the exhaustless sea,
That must its wealth of cloud and dew bestow,
Though tributary streams or ebb or flow.
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An invited visit to an uninvited play
Their apartment was ballroom-huge,
just off Park Avenue; they were
generous with their invitations;
we, happy to partake of their lavish lifestyle,
their buffet food, their wine, their décor…
for which, we paid in a grubby coinage:
from cocktails to liqueurs,
the captive audience for their literate, spotlight centered abuse
of one another.. the complicity of it all
made my fresh underwear feel dirty..
outside, after, in the street,
the rain came down;
how sweet the rain felt.
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Be generous to a generous person and you'd win him, be generous to a mean person and he'd rebel on you.
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The Greatest
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Than
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Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
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We must give more in order to get more. It is the generous giving of ourselves that produces the generous harvest.
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The generous way of putting it is that we were not ready for this. The less generous way is to say: How was it possible to return to the politics of appeasement of the 1930s?
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Liberals, it has been said, are generous with other peoples' money, except when it comes to questions of national survival when they prefer to be generous with other people's freedom and security.
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To relieve the urge is the urge.
You feel relieved
when the urge to eat is met.
You feel relieved
When the urge to drink is met.
The same relief you get,
When the urge to purge out
And the urge to pee are met.
Releasing the urge is the pleasure.
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Verses to Clarinda
Fair Empress of the poet's soul,
And Queen of poetesses;
Clarinda, take this little boon,
This humble pair of glasses:
And fill them up with generous juice,
As generous as your mind;
And pledge them to the generous toast,
"The whole of human kind!"
"To those nwho love us!" second fill;
But not to those whom we love;
Lest we love those who love not us -
A third - "To thee and me, love!"
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Hospitable
How generous the body when afflicted with generosity!
This generous stretch is of the carpet, of the mat
And the slave of the heart is the man with hospitality.
Mathematics complained over the food entertained,
Endowed with certain moral qualities, a carton of strength.
Then condiments contained the stomach
And next the heart busied in the relics of gifts,
The fulfilled ones afterwards remarked on the gifted ones,
Or rather those who received them.
Slaves of the palace of heaven are made!
He is indeed hospitable for his acts and deeds.
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The merit of the service
Service is not service
Unless it’s approved of
By the one it is done to.
Be not lavish with that.
28.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ponnaga
Placenta night gathered
Thickness as mucous
On that unlighted lane
There on that rain-soaked lane
I chanced upon them scattered
And gleaming bright white
In the pools of light the car threw up
On the rain-drenched tar-
Five petals with long stems
Under a tree that still sent
A shower whenever the leaves willed
I pulled my car aside
And rushed to meet them
To gather a forgotten childhood for once
One two three…
The petals coated with damp mud
And the yellowishgreen stems
Hidden by the dark tar
Queerly exuding a forty year old perfume
Gathered once upon a time
In course of an unblemished childhood
How immaculate naive hands
Wove plaits with the stems
Coated in unadulterated dirt!
They looked forlorn through the night
And by morning withered
The mud still clinging…
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Wisdom
To know when to be generous
And when to be firm
And to know with whom to be generous
And with whom to be firm
Is wisdom that knowledge can’t give.
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Zorba
The tears are hiding behind
the corners of his eyes,
welling but held at bay.
The days are swelling
like the dead porpoise
shot in the head.
Rarely...meaning so much...
from love to good steak,
to your streak of good luck.
And I dreamed Zorba the Greek
said to me, 'If you eat grapes
you're left with the stems.
I'm left with the days of my life
and the grapes have all gone down
And all I have left
are seeds and stems.
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