Mere sex has no gratification.
Maybe Viagra, a drug of Sildenafil Citrate,
Is a boon for erectile insufficiency
And a man’s inferiority complex.
You can have it and in an hour, a jet upon bed.
Can it make one’s psychosexual insufficiency?
With it a sense of life is there;
Without it no sense of life
27.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Feelings Of Insufficiency
our feelings of insufficiency are real.
we do not fake it
we show it, but these feelings have something greater to say
than mere helpless insufficiency:
it reminds us, boy, we are human
subject to the limitations of who and what we are
boy, we only give what we can
the rest could be luck
our best need not be enough
sometimes we feel that what we get we do not really deserve
oh boy! what conceit? what a lack of this sense of humility?
all is fair, nothing more nothing less
there is no rush for success
there is always the right season, the right time for the right person.
later, it will be me, later it will be mine.
all i need, having exerted my best, is just pray and wait.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What He Gave to Us
I wanted to do something different today
I didn’t know what to do, or even what to say.
I had a feeling deep inside- that made me
Want to scream “ I’m alive”.
I looked around at all the beauties of the earth
And thought about all my worth.
That I was born with all five senses
That the lord had given to me.
The sense to Touch a delicate flower
The sense to Hear a bewitching hour
The sense to Smell what s in the air.
The sense to Taste the juices of a pear
The sense to See the beauty of a pearl
There is another sense that they don’t say
Such as Feelings- of love, to wipe tears away
Feelings cover all aspects of life
It can make things wrong or things right.
Feelings of passion and despair
Of compassion from one who cares
Bitterness, anger, hate and sorrow
Even those make life worth while.
There is so much that we must be grateful for
For GOD has opened all the doors.
He knew that we needed all these things
To make our lives complete.
But there was still something missing
What good was all these senses
If we didn’t have the main sense.
The sense to think and rationalize
All that he had given
That was the thing that would really
Make life worth living.
(08/10/11)
poem by Louis Rams
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Life Of A Conceptual Phoenix
Life Of A Conceptual Phoenix
One: a poor block uneducated but most are honest
read a lot of books
Gorky's university of life
Two: a little bit complex in the life
buying and selling things in the small market
pursuing formal education without future
under socialist party's dictatorial administration
Three: a literary life
freedom, equality and democracy are the norms
Four: Sandwitched by obsessive ego and aggressive ego
in a paranoid and schizophrenic towns
Five: a conceptual phoenix has got back his own nature has lost for a long life
Six: Character killing happened because of
1) Inferiority complex
2) Jealousy
3) born attitude
4) black ambitious mentality cultivated
5) Fame, money and sex
6) possession of high educational pride
7) guns, power, concepts which make a man an animal
*8) lack of contemplated wisdom
9) no community sense for the good of people
10) no loving kindness
Man made the God after him.
It is that the life was born
some six billion years ago,
Ere which should have existed the God.
Barely less than a million years ago
The man was evolved.
The belief of God came recently.
Is there any sense to give the God
our human uniform and six senses?
25.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life Makes No Sense
life makes no sense,
some days i wished it did,
so i wouldn't have to say,
'life sucks'
time to time,
i try and see the good,
it just how?
i mean why?
life is unfair,
i'm waiting for it,
just to get better,
but, it start to seem impossible,
life never what it seems,
people not what they seem,
life makes no sense,
it filled with ups and downs,
are we suppose to learn?
what is the message from god?
to be everything you can?
no matter how unfair he makes it?
we just have to fight to get through?
our life we suppose to live,
day after day?
because life to me,
just don't make no sense.
4-9-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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There are few things reason can discover with so much certainty and ease as its own insufficiency.
quote by Jeremy Collier
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Dark has a pinhole.
‘No one can see; I am in dark’
A torchlight thinks.
‘No one can sense; I am in dark’
A scandal estimates.
10.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The forbidden needn’t be abnormal.
In a zoo at Agartala, I myself witnessed
a scene, where an old monkey, perching
on a bar, away, engrossed himself
in masturbation. With no sixth sense,
can animals err? Is then that act natural?
That, too, in spite of free sex?
20.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fleeting Permanence! !
Time changes, is the learning through ages
Never stops never halts, in life's pages.
Sometimes in blooms of happiness like meadows
At others, a tree of winter in shadows.
The secret is to go on slowly as the World
Everyday very same, suddenly different and twirled.
It's the shift that creates life so very loved
Transition always needed to increase its worth.
Today in droughts of scarcity & insufficiency
Tomorrow its abundance in God's clemency.
poem by Samima Shah
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Blindly busy.
You see but look not.
You hear but listen not.
You smell but sense not.
You taste but relish not.
You touch but feel not.
All in hurry-scurry,
You are blindly busy.
Be lazy to enjoy
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An uncanny wish
There is no sense in wishing to be remembered
By kith and kin or even kids after your death.
You are not there to the joy of being remembered
Or to the hurt of being forgotten. An uncanny wish.
24.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The feeling of inferiority rules the mental life and can be clearly recognized as the sense of incompleteness and unfulfillment ... both of individuals and of humanity.
quote by Alfred Adler
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In Wanting To Be Another
as we arrive at the house
of insufficiency
and begin to ponder upon
the deficiency
of our vocabulary for life
its syntax
trend and nuances
we sometimes wish we were
another person
or perhaps another famous creature
with a certain expertise
for doing something that other people
cannot do
or having a talent
that pleases most
the crowd
we sit on a bench
lay our head
wear our sunglasses and
try to look directly at the sun
to make a plea
for our wishes
for our weird dreams to come true
nothing happens
it is the same path that we walk upon
the same stones spread
the same boring yellow flowers at the sides
like water seeking its own level
we begin to adjust
want from need
ambition form wish
power from life
mere from far.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man collects, woman saves in a home
Male birds collect with effort twigs.
Female birds hoard with passion them,
All men are, in a sense, collectors.
All women are likewise hoarders.
06.03.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Europe has what we do not have yet, a sense of the mysterious and inexorable limits of life, a sense, in a word, of tragedy. And we have what they sorely need a sense of life's possibilities.
quote by James Baldwin
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Europe has what we do not have yet, a sense of the mysterious and inexorable limits of life, a sense, in a word, of tragedy. And we have what they sorely need: a sense of life's possibilities.
quote by James Baldwin
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Since I Have Felt The Sense Of Death
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have borne its dread, its fear—
Oh, how my life has grown more dear
Since I have felt the sense of death!
Sorrows are good, and cares are small,
Since I have known the loss of all.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
And death forever at my side—
Oh, how the world has opened wide
Since I have felt the sense of death!
My hours are jewels that I spend,
For I have seen the hours end.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have looked on that black night—
My inmost brain is fierce with light
Since I have felt the sense of death.
O dark, that made my eyes to see!
O death, that gave my life to me!
poem by Helen Hoyt
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Do not imagine that what we have said of the insufficiency of our understanding and of its limited extent is an assertion founded only on the Bible: for philosophers likewise assert the same, and perfectly understand it,- without having regard to any religion or opinion.
quote by Maimonides
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Here We Go Again
A neon light is seen above every average teen.
A sign spelling out a word that none of us has heard.
Fourteen bucks today and I get a new life tommorow
a new product rejects unhappy moments and sorrow.
I'll take this one and that one and then some more.
I'll use a piece of paper and the almighty pen - here we go again.
A voice inside of me says insufficiency how come it worked out for you?
I better try something new.
Not satisfied just yet - wanna recieve and get.
I believe that word my inner voiceis never left unheard.
song performed by by The Hives from Barely Legal
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A Senseless Night
Do not know what is going to happen with my life?
Really, I have no idea and all that I can say is that I know nothing
It is late at night and I am just typing words on the keyboard
Trying to make sense by joining these alphabets
What do these alphabets mean?
Why am I trying to pen these words together?
Sense, what is the sense behind it all?
Basic meaning of it is what?
Actually, it is senseless
I have just gone berserk and that is all I know
Is there any sense behind these words, I do not know
Sensibility has lost its identification
A senseless night awaits me.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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