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My revealings

What I wrote might not appeal,
Might lack flavour and favour
But are ones that reveal my thoughts,
Sentiments and secrets, mind.
24.08.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Were Not Deep

You can put it down to lack of patience
You can put it down to lack of sleep
But its in my head to stay in bed
Tucked under the sheets
They said if you try to get on Id get on
They said there were changes
But now my chance has gone
And I know what you think
What you think about me
Thoughts like that sink home
To you were not deep
Now it may be a sad reflection
On the way young people feel
But early monday morning
Is losing its appeal
I open my curtains at 7am
Just so you think Im up with the rest of the men
And I know what you think
What you think about me
Thoughts like that sink home
To you were not deep
Youd do yourself a favour if you gave yourself a break
But thats one risk youd never take
The evenings yours, the mornings mine
But dont knock me, Im doing fine
Youd do yourself a favour if you gave yourself a rest
But just for now you know whats best
And I know what you think
What you think about me
Thoughts like that sink home
To you were not deep

song performed by by Housemartins
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There once was a poet named Seale
With writes of far reaching appeal
He wrote through the night
Where his poems took flight
And when they were done he'd reveal

quote by by Stevie Taite
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Secrets In My Mind

Many secrets have lurked in my mind
For years I have told no one around me
Into my mind a door where they hide
And a lock on it that won't let anyone in

The only one to pass through is myself
I have the key to open the lock to my secrets
No one will ever hear the secrets that I hide
There is one thing that I will reveal

I will say that I never have revealed my true self
My real identity lies within myself
Afraid to come out and take over me
Letting everyone see who I really am in life

poem by Sarah Bruun
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It is not half cooked

Having heard and read, I wrote.
Having seen and felt, I wrote.
I wrote of love and romance
From experience and perception.
As I wrote I was soothed.
Don’t scorn my writings as half cooked.
10.10.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Reveal Yourself

Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself.
Life on earth is so bizarre,
We must find a way to fulfill,
What we really are,
Yes its true,
I love you,
And theres nothing you do thats wrong,
Find values of your own.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know.
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Or free yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know that its reality.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
There are no rules where life is concerned,
Our past must be burned,
For theres nothing we have learned,
And its true,
I believe that we must all be free,
Immortal you and me.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
And maybe youll go down in history.
Oh, how much longer must your life remain a mystery,
It doesnt matter if youre thick and fat or thin and long,
You must find out exactly where it is that you belong.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know,
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Reveal yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know thats its reality,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
It doesnt matter if the world thinks youre right or wrong,
Reveal yourself.

song performed by by Kinks
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Prejudiced? Who? Me? ? .....[Personal; Human Nature; Racial Prejudice]

I'm a white guy, aged 64, raised in a small town way up north.
Do some thoughts I have about blacks signal prejudice coming forth?
First I'd say NO, but then again I'd say YES.
But such thoughts, by both whites and blacks, are normal I would guess.

What thoughts am I now referring to you will probably ask.
To answer that sensible question will put my mind to task.
My interactions with blacks, I think, no prejudice does reveal.
And the rare times I have 'prejudice' thoughts, I think they're no big deal.

Do you wish to know of what my 'pre-judged' thoughts consist?
I'd almost rather not tell you. But, if you insist.
I sometimes think 'nigger'; when and where I grew up that was a 'bad' name.
I also think of them as different though people are the 'same'.

And here is where I say 'I don't like generalization'.
By 'same' I mean neither all blacks nor all whites are 'the same' in this nation.
So whites and blacks can both be smart or stupid, mean or kind;
within each 'race' criminals and 'saints' you'll find.

I wasn't raised to either love or hate blacks. My parents seemed not to judge.
And I've changed my mind again; I'm NOT prejudiced. From that opinion I shall not budge!

Then why you ask do I sometimes think 'nigger' when I think of a black?
I think it's due to both a primeval urge to break society's rules, and to thought-control I lack.
Luckily I don't act out my 'bad' thoughts. I might be in jail now if I had.
When in grade school, a boy said I called him 'nigger'. The accusation made me sad.

poem by Bri Edwards
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Heart Transparency

Beloved;

Time has come that you reveal
The truth of how you really feel
To share all secrets n' thoughts
Let your heart connect the dots

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Weak and Much Flawed

Not only was the game played,
By your rules.
Those that played,
Stifled their own created visions...
To do what you wished,
Exactly your way.

And now you say,
What has been done...
Were mistakes you laid,
And should have been interpreted...
From thoughts you did not reveal.
Because what has been obtained,
Has for you no appeal.

However...
Not only was the game played,
By your rules.
Those that played,
Stifled their own created visions...
To do what you wished,
Exactly your way.

And now you say,
What has been done...
Were mistakes you laid,
And should have been interpreted...
From thoughts you did not reveal.

Is this because you are feeling used?
And you had desires to abuse?
Don't confuse the issue.
Sit back to use the tissues left.
Or take your tears...
To others more willing to open their ears.
And have no idea,
Your deceits are weak and much flawed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The dog that fetches will also carry. (Translation If someone reveals another's secrets to you, the same person will reveal your secrets to the world.)

Latin proverbs
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Secrets 4

Second: secrets of (and this is hard to translate)
secrets of estate-water-fountain secrets-for lack of a better term
secrets which pertain to people in the flow of it all
unaffected by the course of desire
of woes never having never been earned per se
what might be an example? Let's see:
that so and so is getting a yellow slip,
that so and so is up to her ears in debt,
that someone is not well:
these must be conserved for half a year
under pain of the most abysmal Karma
and leaked to no more than two informees
themselves bid to secrecy for a similar time
the better to slow the secret's progress through a curious world-
the better to calm the snakes, to calm their hissing.
Conducting these secrets, one must burn the ghostly berries of mistletoe
Don't ask me why, I didn't make the rules,
I am just repeating what I read.

But the third kind of secret
is the heart secret-
bespeaking things that happen in the dark
between two or more individuals;
secrets which whisper of the wigglings of limbs
and cinematically depict the fissuring and collapse of the will
like a sanddune sacked by a seastorm, upon the mind's eye.
These secrets are considered the most sacred:
virginal. inviolable. beloved of the deese,
and while they are young
deserving to be.....

poem by Morgan Michaels
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God’s Clay Baked Vessel Soul Spinning

when imagination seeds
flower too swiftly in mind’s
eye soul starts spinning spinning
lifting slipping earth bondage

God purpose then slays
liberation enlightenment
soul earth premature release

energy dissipates wavers
sickness exhaustion afflict
rapid heaven signal secrets

God pause stills
flesh vibration rate
of clay baked vessel
soul spinning tops

sealed again are thoughts
messages Prophet Moses
was given scribed wrote out

commandments only for an age
favoured few over centuries
God guards purpose secrets well

poem by Terence George Craddock
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All She Wrote

Something's wrong with your mind
It won't think of me anymore
Was it all a waste of time
Tell me why was I such a chore
Broken glass lies empty
Cut my voice so I can't say
Today was that day
It was that time
And that was all that she wrote for me
You fell away
I don't know why
And that was all that she wrote for me
Lying here in your bed
The one that you liked to do it in
Pieces of long brown hair
Are all over it and still in my brain
I can't explain
What it's like not knowing if I'll ever cross your mind
Today was that day
It was that time
And that was all that she wrote for me
You fell away
I don't know why
And that was all that she wrote for me
Sleep through the day
Fight with the night
Seven a.m. and the tv is white
Covered in snow
I never knew that hell could get so cold
Today was that day
It was that time
And that was all that she wrote for me
You fell away
I don't know why
And that was all that she wrote for me
Today was that day
It was that time
And that was all that she wrote for me
You fell away
I don't know why
And that was all that she wrote for me
Something's wrong with your mind
It won't think of me anymore
Was it all a waste of time

song performed by by Default
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The Rest I Will Tell to Those Down In Hades

'Indeed,' said the proconsul, closing the book,
'This line is beautiful and very true.
Sophocles wrote it in a deeply philosophic mood.
How much we'll tell down there, how much,
and how very different we'll appear.
What we protect here like sleepless guards,
wounds and secrets locked inside us,
protect with such great anxiety day after day,
we'll reveal freely and clearly down there.'
'You might add,' said the sophist, half smiling,
'if they talk about things like that down there,
if they bother about them at all any more.'

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Dependent On Their Sentiments

If I sat with thoughts,
About what others think.
I would be dependent,
On their sentiments.
And my own thoughts would be abandoned.
Orphaned after I gave birth to them.
Hoping someone would raise them...
To greater heights than I could.
With wishes they would be treated...
Like I know I could and would.
If I sat with thoughts,
About what others think!
And I am not into abortion at all.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Battle Between Lie And Truth

I lied
Throughout my life
My truth hid behind
Thoughts started
Bothering my mind
How long one can hide?
Truth ultimately shines
The moment
I opened my mouth
To reveal the truth
My past resisted
With all the might
Asking me to desist
From
Exposing all my truth
People shall hate
When they see
My true face
I replied
The fear of truth
Increased my lies
Weight increased
On my heart and mind
Peace and solace
Went far away
Everybody knows
Each one
Is double faced
May be one
Changes the mind
Decides to think
The way I thought
To reveal the truth
And end the battle
Between lie and truth
Win peace
For the heart and mind

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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They've Chosen To Be Winners

Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant,
They've improved.

Sticking to a purpose with a focused aimed
With minds more open.
And those attitudes changed.

A new day dawning has to them been sent.
To send defensive motives flushed,
With their fluxing minds now rinsed.

And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.

They have chosen to be winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.

Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant they've improved.

And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.

They are winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
To now say and to claim that they are...
Winners.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The poems can be

Poems can be..
How can poems be limited to certain length?
When certain things are to be conveyed with forceful strength
I agree with arguments for controlling its flow
But it may not be effective with events to grow

May be it is good with different perception
I am for little lengthy topics from inception
I may be wrong but old habits die very hard
I don’t shut the doors but always look forward

I love making all secrets known to friends
Sometimes my privacy may compromise and end
But it helps to come out of any setback or shock
The human sufferings have enough of such stocks

It may be possible to hold back some of the secrets
You can’t make it possible for others or let
It may form a priceless treasure in your mind
But certainly restrict you for others to guess or find

Human sentiments are hard to understand
It may make you cry in darkness without friends
How you address the agony and pain is not for others to see
As you may hide the face with hands and make heart very free

Such sentiments or deep love can be expressed with some reasons
Some explanation may go hard way with many persons
It is not writing of an episode that may require some logic
But spirit behind it to grasp or understand some basic

We have shrinked a lot and can’t go little any more
The human sentiments deserve to be heard therefore
If we limit the gravity or pain behind it
I am afraid that proper message may not be deemed fit

Heart can never remain empty
It has to enjoy or bleed with pity
The pulses are to be caught humanly
One must be strong enough to accept it bravely

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Authenticity Characteristic Individuality

those who teach
student lessons
many years passing

with discernment
get a feel
for personalities

authenticity
characterist ic
individuality

cherish bond trust

when you teach
students for many
years you read

a lot
of reflective
words

get a feel
of how
individuals

express

themselves
get a sense
what stresses

their thoughts
anger hopes
excitement

bitterness
depression
disappear

each have
a colour
taste flavour

which is
a genuine
sensitivity

artificial flavours
lack a full bodied
stewing of hopes

fears
reflecting
a full

bodied
seasoning
of mind

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Detachment

What is detachment? I am in dark to know.
She gets my flavour; She returns no favour.
She loves my presence and forgets my absence.
She gets my heat and emits not hers.

From her I understood about detachment.
27.04.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Named By Memory!

they laugh at me
for talking to turtles...
ah, but they tell me
secrets i cannot reveal!
i discovered infinity
as i was sweeping,
between the cracks in the pavement,
just out of the reach of my broom.
the spider came every night
for a week, weaving it's gigantic web.
now all that's left in it's absence...
a hole in my thoughts,
named by memory!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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