Miseries grow
How much is too much? How much is enough?
One is conditioned to search for the line.
It's as uncertain as the time of death.
So rivalries up; miseries crop up.
26.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life Is Uncertain- And Because Of This
LIFE IS UNCERTAIN
Life is uncertain-
And because of this we live in anxiety and fear-
The strong shape the future as best they can
But even they cannot overcome all Time and Circumstance-
Life is uncertain-
Writing a poem is not knowing where it will end
Or the way a line should be stressed
Or whether it’s writer is right to write this now.
Life is uncertain
In the smallest and in the greatest things-
Our life our death-
What will be with our loved ones-
If some of us pray to God so strongly
It is also because we need help with that uncertainty –
Lonely as we are
Afraid as we are
Uncertain as we are-
We pray to God
To help us make our way wisely
In this uncertain world.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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You know, people talk about this being an uncertain time. You know, all time is uncertain. I mean, it was uncertain back in - in 2007, we just didn't know it was uncertain. It was - uncertain on September 10th, 2001. It was uncertain on October 18th, 1987, you just didn't know it.
quote by Warren Buffett
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When one's own become one's enemy
When one's own
Become one's enemy
One does not need
Others to hurt him
Miseries
Become his friend
Tears give him company
Desire to live vanish
Loneliness creeps in
Depression sets in
Life becomes hell
Every moment one dies
Start thinking
There is no other choice
But to leave the world
Free him self from
Miseries
17-03-2012
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The rivalries
Mukesh Ambani and Anil Ambani,
The two brothers of the Reliance House,
Have grown in wealth as big as they had been
Together barely two years ago,
Thanks to the rivalries of the siblings,
Notwithstanding the rivalries being
A rudimentary form of enmity.
Does the togetherness have that much strength?
04.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Search It
search anything
in your life
search any thing...
you search u got it...
you did not search
waste of life time...
you search any thing
any time search...
not only google.com
search all ways
what do u want...?
search it
the life is search only
you search your inner
you got many more...
search with you...
search the another's
and search the world...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Uncertain Is A Hand To Destiny
uncertain is a hand to success
uncertain is a hand to lottery
uncertain is a hand to richness
uncertain is a hand to luck
uncertain is a hand to certainty of impermanence
wow! life is a bridge to uncertainty to oneness(+ and -)
How does the God punish?
Most of the miseries that come
Are from the ones we've entertained.
God thus punishes the people
By giving them they wanted most.
To split two men, put them together.
15.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fear of death
Fear of death is not overcome
Till death comes to everyone.
Death only binds you to worries,
Miseries, slaveries and religion.
27.07.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shepherds
Sheep are kept by a shepherd.
Cows are kept by a cowherd.
Men too want to be a herd.
So crop up many shepherds.
14.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Blue Moon... Nov 23rd,2012
A BLUE MOON... Nov 23rd,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
How much time have I left between now and the time that I die?
How and when will I know for sure and when can I say goodbye?
If I could arrange the date and time of my death; that would be cool,
Unfortunately I can't, and they wont say why and treat me like a fool.
Because death-with-dignity is banned in this great land,
And our distant Ottawa aristocrats think this is grand,
They have it in Switzerland and Oregon and other places,
But they tell us; we can't have it, right to our faces.
And our politicians will not discuss it because they will never die,
Is this what they think or is this what they've been told; and why?
Someone somewhere should have an answer for this problem soon,
Why do we have to wait forever like waiting for a blue moon?
Nov 23rd,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Conditioned That Money Should Be Prized
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.
With the use of color of their skins,
Light in complexion or dark as night...
Their minds with insights may be encased in,
The mentalities fed are to use this as a weapon,
To defend or ignite one's bigoted and racist appetite.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.
And those who champion the marketing of images,
Aren't going to consciously reflect true beauty...
As it should be.
Beauty will be selective.
And chosen as a commodity.
To sell to those impressed,
And depress with suppression...
Those weakened through enforcing a belief!
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.
Of course they are going to feel subservient,
From birth until their lives end!
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Those who get and hoard it best,
Will have others believe...
Their minds are at rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uncertain
You tell me to find another.
The tone of your words say your uncertain.
The look you give as you say this,
tells me of your vaugeness.
I'm uncertain of why you do this.
When you know what there is between us.
Yet you choose the seperation.
I curse this uncertain turn of loneliness.
Is it because you're scared of what's so blatant?
The love we feel. Is it far too real?
You tell a lie, and then deny.
What I feel you hide inside.
I should believe the words you said.
Then I look and just see dread.
That your heart will never mend.
If we were and it ends.
I'm so uncertain of this truth.
When will reality break on through?
I hope you realize there's no better.
You're the sweetest woman since my mother.
I've seen them all, I've had a few.
All I really want is you.
It's so uncertain.
I may never know.
If you love me just tell me so.
poem by Michael McParland
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Mark R. Slaughter
Just like the dahlia
Death comes in all its beauty
And so I stroke her petals
Push my feet root-deep
Into the composted soil
As weary clouds unite
Coalesce
Darken through the greys
In preparation
Incontinence prevails
Lachrymose in empathy
They cry for me
Sharing tears
Mortality brings
As twilight closes
I rot
(They fade)
To be the plant
(They'll water)
I, denomination Mark R. Slaughter
Struggle thro' my fantasy
To seal the state of mind
That I of soul
Remain eternal
Back on the windowsill
A daffodil stretches
From a bulbous foot
Flirts like a ballerina
STOPS
Wonders of the world
My cat hears the brassy thoughts
From yellow trumpet
Pricks up his ears
Iridescent eyes
Focussed on the future
I'll wait
For his appraisal
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
A Trail of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Night Close
Under night close
Death rose to greet me.
I turned; looked back,
Though nothing beckoned -
No one cried or mourned.
Scorned by all
- My fellow race -
I shed the byes to empty space, then
Gazed upon the stony face
Of Death anon, and
So chose our treaty.
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Last Line
The last line
By: keith sykes
1977
Given my life for songs that I sing
Matter of fact, Ive given everything
Time has come to not make a sound
Time has come to lay my burdens down
Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Its come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)
Managed to keep some friends on my side
To live through the times of the rumors and lies
Now its time to rest my heart
Let some other innocent fool take my part
Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Its come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)
( saxophone solo)
Whoa oh oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Its come from behind
Now its the time
For the last line (last line)
So dont pay me no mind, Im walkin away
Youll see me again on some other day
Youll see me again, Ill be ready to go
And pour out my songs with my heart and my soul
Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Its come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)
Yes its come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)
Ah the last line (last line)
- notes:
Background vocals: deborah mccoll, penny nichols
Tenor sax solo: harvey thompson
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Time crimes
She drove as I fiddled with the radio.
I was stealing looks at her,
young, fresh, clean.
and oh my god her cleavage was hypnotizing.
Her eyes had the same sorrow as mine.
The wounded,
they know each other when they see each other
instinctively.
Like 2 sick junkies passing each other on the street.
They can just TELL.
You can see the emptiness where something or someone use to be.
Spending time with her was like stealing from death.
It was time taken out of time.
She, young and beautiful,
Once she held my corpse and said
'We are the same, you and I'.
I laughed,
A harsh,
mean, laugh that said
'You're right, we are. But that's none of your business'.
She sat on the grass
legs out stretched,
I would lie my head on her thighs.
She looked down at me and sweetly said
'Do you love me a little? '
A line from a film I had intrduced her to.
I answered with:
'What time is it? '
It was all time out of time.
Time stolen from the jaws of death
The death that nibbles away the hours,
the minutes,
the seconds of our lives so slowly we rarely even notice.
Laying there,
in the grass,
in the park,
we were co-conspiritors
stealing time from time
stealing it from death itself.
Stealing time from each other.
Such a fine line,
it occurs to me as I write this
between 'stealing' and 'wasting' sometimes.
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poem by Brevet Wilson
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The Misery Of Others
there is fun when one talks
about the misery of other people,
there is joy in the realization
that others' miseries are
far greater than yours,
there is this celebration
of lesser pains,
there is this misery in us
in not grieving for the misery
of those whom we have
not known so well,
those whose beatings of the
heart are slowing,
we do not think that we also
slowly die upon the death of
another
we have not seen such link
between our misery and theirs
it is the thin line that divides
the true man from the least of the
the animal kingdom
there is this comfort
that the worm cannot say anything
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And Forever
Forever is impossible to live
Forever is possible when
Death is reached but which life
Forever is no fear of
Death,
Forever is eternity no death
The only cure of old age
Forever is never possible only in death
But forever without death
Is null and void who ever new bff is so sort
The only forever, forever is a simple
Hour glass that’s your life line out of
Time you realize before your time
There no forever the sands of time tell
The truth there is only one
Forever after death heaven the sand of time
Are full and there is forever
poem by Marcellus Watts
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Loves On The Line
Tell me baby
Have we lost everything that we had before
What do you do in the day
When I walk out the door
I can see you made up your mind
And I know our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
With each passing day
I gotta watch more and more what I say to you
I can feel your eyes looking through me
As I sit at the table at dinnertime
I can feel our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
I watch our kids
Growin up, going to school
Is there anything else for us now
Are we both just fools
Wasting our precious time
At night we lay in bed
But its like youre not even there
Theres something real bad
Going wrong somewhere
Last night I heard you cry
And I know our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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