My juniors
Many I held great when I was a youth.
Many held as great by present day youths
Might be as good or more than my big men
But aren’t so to me, being my juniors
04.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The revelations of great men
If you do something good in return,
You aren’t good; you settled a due.
If you do something good intently,
You aren’t good; you simply invested.
If you ask pardon for a fevour,
You aren’t great; it’s a strategy.
If you give pardon to one mightier,
You aren’t great with no alternatives.
If you speak truth when comfortable
And be honest when convenient
You cannot boast of yourself as great
As any mean one could do them at ease.
You aren’t great being just in matters
Where being otherwise of no advantage.
You aren’t great with the veil you’ve made
Of good deeds to hide the ill gotten.
You aren’t great with philanthropy
From the undue or unfair wealth got.
But for few, all great men may forgive me
For the revelations made of them.
19.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hold On
I was doomed riding on top a black horse.
Whatever prize there was I could only observe where the troubles starts.
Where does it end?
I cannot be cured...mmm...but if...
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on.
Gave her life away. Put it in my pocket when it should've been framed.
Oh lost it's shine. Gotta' get this out of my head, out of my head.
How could it end...end like this?
I could've been...
I know life would be different had I held on, held on.
I know I could've been something had I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on, held on.
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
Held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on.
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Kin of great men
Great men are known but their wives aren’t.
Great women are known but their husbands aren’t.
Great men’s parents and children too aren’t known.
Great men don’t bother but their kin would.
31.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Held Up With Just A Stick
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick,
It seems...
Held up with just a stick,
One's head...
Held up with just a stick,
Their arms and their legs...
Needing to be fed.
And...
Held up with just a stick,
One's pride...
Held up with just a stick,
Two eyes and two ears...
Living poverty so near,
To...
Famish it is clear.
And...
Held up with just a stick,
Hunger.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.
Held up with just a stick,
And...
There's no benefit to it.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And living this is NOT a gift.
Held up with just a stick,
And...
There's no benefit to it.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Great
Like a mother mine was delighted she gave birth
It feels as great as we felt coming to live on earth
Great as we thought it was when joining school
Highly respectable as we perceived our graduation
with great love of money for love and infatuation
Much as we thought money made people great
Then the job made great impact on love perception
We were held higher by those thinking we were great
Our mind made us take a great pride in education
With little regards to the good great book we forgot
For great eloquence in language for communication
For great crowds of ladies and gentlemen we fought
The more lovers one has, the easier it was to feel great
How great was the lavish and satisfaction
How great the diversity and the depth we experienced
How great the comfort to feel the hardness and softness
How great on earth does it taste fornication?
How great when we fear not for our Godlessness
How great when we die is going to be our tribulation?
poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru
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I had a coach that was not a great player, but he taught with kids and juniors so that by the time he was 50 he was great. He helped me make the top 5 in the world and yet he wasn't a great player himself.
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So Sad
Now the winter has come
To eclipse out the sun
That has lighted my love for sometime
And a cold wind now blows
Not much tenderness flows
From the heart of someone feeling so tired
And he feels so alone
With no love of his own
So sad, so bad, so sad, so bad
While his memory raced
With much speed and great haste
Through the problems of being there
In his heart at arms length
Held within its great strength
To ward off such a great despair
But he feels so alone
With no love of his own
So sad, so bad, so sad, so bad
Take the dawn of the day
And give it away
To someone who can fill the part
Of the dream we once held
Now its got to be shelved
Its too late to make a new start
And he feels so alone
With no love of his own
So sad, so bad, so sad, so bad
song performed by by George Harrison
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She kindly laments that I am not of the party, and to be sure I honour great ladies, and I admire great wits, but I am of the same opinion in regard to assemblies that is held concerning oysters, that they are never good in a month that has not the letter R in it.
quote by Elizabeth Montagu
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A Shattered Life
I look around at a shattered life
that I was trying to build.
Meddlers came in and ruined
the comforting solace I had.
They turned the life I had
into their own confused state
and wanting to leave it there,
discarding what I held precious,
which was no use in their eyes.
They saw only destruction
and not the demise of someone’s life.
What didn’t suit their purpose
held nothing for them
but getting rid of someone’s joy
brought great pleasure to them.
They worked with great fever
to dismantle someone’s life
throwing away what meant nothing to them.
They saw no tears of anguish
for their senseless meddling,
nor the hidden hurt inflicted.
To them it meant nothing
tearing someone else’s world apart.
They were blind to others pleasure
only to what was their own.
What they like and wanted could stay.
They started their destruction
by throwing someone else’s life away
and never with remorse
at what they might be doing.
Now I look around at only
the remnants of a shattered life.
22 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Ease Appeases With a Bit of Tease
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Find that place,
Where you can go...
Within.
To bring outside of yourself,
A comfort shown to shine without end.
You seem to be hiding inside too much.
And not enough of you,
Is believed or known.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
First impressions,
Aren't always the best to leave.
Especially when some expect magic...
Unnatural miracles and a tap dance,
Done comfortably.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Just be you.
You will be surprise by how enchanting,
The unseen you can be,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
When ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Just be you,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And...
Relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
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I Heard Your Cry As You first breathed Air
The moment you were born I was there
heard your cry as you first breathed air.
I saw the beauty of your small frame
and decided that Ruth would be your name.
Such defining moments indelibly remain
imprinted on my mind so clear and plain.
You looked so beautiful and so complete
wrapped in a package so small and neat.
As I tenderly held you so close to my side
'Praise God', my heart with wonder cried.
'This miracle of love held in my embrace
is a great gift from God by His good grace.'
This lovely baby looking so fair and bright
has cheered my life bringing great delight.
We covered your life with prayer as you grew
and enjoyed watching the babe grow into you.
The 2010 Port Fairy Music Festival
We are another year older and time is ticking on
And another Music Festival at Port Fairy has come and has gone
Great entertainment for young and for old and for those in their life's prime
And everyone there seemed to have a good time.
In the 2010 Port Fairy Festival some heavy showers of rain
And after an hour the sun shone out again
But this did not dampen the good fun and cheer
Of the Festival with such a great atmosphere.
In port Fairy close to the great City of Warrnambool
The weather it is mostly warm to cool
It is held on the Labor Day Weekend of the Fall
Where a good time is generally had by all.
It brings to people from far and near such great happiness
The 2010 Port Fairy Music Festival another great success
There's music in the festival arenas and music on the street
Where once a year lovers of music do meet.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Greatness Only to the Great
The one who made oneself great
Is alone held by people with awe.
Parents and children of the great
Are ignored or viewed with jealousy.
(28.06.2004)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Discourses XVII ‘Like in my eyes’
Like in my eyes
I would have believed
The difficulty
The possibility
I still looked
To the lightness
Of your steps
Envious wishes
Who held you in embrace
Some day
I might see you again
The ascetic in isolation
The one who thought
Will find you in heart
The reality goes otherwise
Denial of present
For unknown future
Lost is the present
And lost the future
10/4/2009
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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The Mystery's Of My Despair
In the depths of joy,
My heart is waking,
In the depths of sorrow,
My heart is breaking,
No where to run nowhere to hide,
Must now abandon my pride,
My head held high in the air,
Now all I see is despair,
Mother of goodness father of youth,
Bring back the powers of truth,
No one can tell what lies ahead,
But all will see its full of dread,
Oh great powers, oh great three,
Im begging you set me free,
With every last breath I will share,
The mysteries of my despair.
My Castle In The Sand
I held on tightly to my child
Tightly i held on
The waves were crashing overhead
But still i did hold on.
The waters drove us up the street
Past where friends and i would meet
Dashing down their houses
And leaving not much there
But i held yes i held on
And on my lips there was a prayer
That these torrents would not make me weak
That somehow i would find
Some calm some peace some easiness
And the earthquake left behind
I held on god i held on
To that tender little hand
She was now my sole ambition
And my castle in the sand.
I caught my breath
A hundred times
A hundred times or more
All that i was grasping was
Her clothes and nothing more.
poem by David Keig
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Juniors Grill
Mashed potatos, lima beans,
Redeye gravy, collard greens,
Cutest waitress youve ever seen,
Down at juniors grill.
Sweet ginger brings your plate,
Always hot and never late;
Top it off with a chocolate cake,
Down at juniors grill.
Its heaven with a corner booth,
Thats the truth;
Chrome and naugahyde;
Its cool inside.
The jukebox never stops,
Theres coffee in the pot,
So come and get your fill
At juniors grill.
Ginger takes her break at 10,
Lays aside her pad and pen,
Punches up stand by your man
Down at juniors grill.
I seen her dancing, she seen me look;
Oh lord, what a chance I took,
Cause gingers soft on that big ole cook
Down at juniors grill.
Its heaven with a corner booth, thats the truth;
Chrome and naugahyde; its cool inside.
The jukebox never stops, theres coffee in the pot,
So come and get your fill at juniors grill.
So come and get your fill at juniors grill.
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Services defined.
Helps for wages aren’t services.
Helps for a favour or fair woman
Cannot be held as services.
Yet such services get merit
If performed as an alternative
To a lucrative jobs at hand.
01.11.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In The Arms Of My Angel
I'm in the arms of my angel being lifted high in the sky.
my angel won't release me i'm being held really tight.
when i get to where i'm going i will be sat down very gently.
a gentle wave, a great big smile, my angel will softly say
goodbye.
being held in my angels arms i'm as happy as can be
knowing that i'm extremely safe when my angel has ahold
of me.
poem by Barbara Richard
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