No Bonus Point
Nonresistance from meekness
Or no retaliation from weakness
Will not earn you bonus points
But do to the foe minus point.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Humility is not cowardice. Meekness is not weakness. Humility and meekness are indeed spiritual powers.
quote by Swami Sivananda
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I curse my critics.
I know I have weak spots.
I am annoyed with the people
As they find irrelevant spots
To pinpoint my weakness.
I know I have plus point.
I am disgusted with the people
As they find inconsistent points,
To project my plus points.
I am not known for what mostly I am.
29.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I was on acid and I looked at the trees and I realized that they all came to points, and the little branches came to points, and the houses came to point. I thought, 'Oh! Everything has a point, and if it doesn't, then there's a point to it.'
quote by Harry Nilsson
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From Point A To Point B
Point A To Point B oh I Know
lots of points with no points in between, for me
So lonely but never alone I know
I'm at my house but I wish that I were at home
Point A To Point B oh I know
what's the points with the ?bat passes danger for me
Dig Hard
don't try at all
Dig hard
Dig Hard
Will get down on all fours
and dig hard
only you know you know how
that broke
only you know how
only you know how
that broke
only time uh oh
I've been working on the railroad time uh oh
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Minus is more powerful.
Minus one added with plus one
Cancels the plus one.
Minus one multiplied by plus one
Gives the minus one.
Bad words and deeds like minus
Kill good words and deeds.
06.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Minus Is More Powerful
Minus one added with plus one
Cancel the plus one.
Minus one multiplied by plus one
Gives the minus one.
Bad words and deeds like minus
Kill good words and deeds.
(06.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Separate Ways
two cups
minus one
two toothbrushes
minus one
two pillows
minus one
you and me
now only me
we are
in separate ways.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Points of contact
We travel and keep moving
Each time you move ahead
You should have stepped at a point
Ensuring the grip of the point
You might have pushed ahead
And you make your next step
After reaching the next point of contact
You push ahead
Exerting the force of the push
On the point of contact
The more frequently you
Meet the points of contact
The faster is your movement and going ahead
The point of contact acts as fulcrum
That ensures your push becomes a movement
Thus, you will agree,
Points of contact
Help you move
Regardless of the direction
And regardless of the destination
Quality of your movement
Depends a lot on the
Quality of the points of contact
A slippery, less firm point of contact
Makes you slip
And end up with failure
Your journey terminating not
Helping you reach the destination
Despite all your skills
And efforts towards pushing ahead
You understand that
Points of contact need your attention
They need nourishment
Maintenance and care
The Point of contact need not be
Just a material or stone
Or a step in a ladder or staircase
It can also be a person
Who helped you in your movement
Some time, some where and some how
It is also a requirement
That you be in touch with them
Demonstrating your care and love for them
Your life journey
Either through vocational career,
Or through domestic living
Or through places
Require the blessings of points of contact
Take care of them
Nurture them
Ensure that they are fit and strong enough
To carry your weight
And help you go further ahead in life
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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I took a job at the pool in order to earn the five cents a day it cost to swim. I counted wet towels. As a bonus, I was allowed to swim during lunchtime.
quote by Esther Williams
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The fact that I've achieved this so soon is just a bonus, I guess. Everything from now on is a bonus for me.
quote by Karrie Webb
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Plus Minus Of Death
PLUS MINUS OF DEATH
esspeecee …July,95
Am anxious
Will my final farewell
Be alike minus
Or plus?
If minus
I in my inner me
Will be
Obsessively oblivious.
If plus
I in my subtle I
Will enjoy
Being Conscious.
True taste pleasant
Of death
Come and pass
Not in rupturous haste.
O’ sweet death
You’re vivid
Like life’s faith.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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The word but
Saying ‘I like you but…’
She means ‘I don’t like you.’
‘But’ is minus that multiplies
All the pluses into minus.
06.04.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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During such a competition players are there for a long time as well as all the people around them. They need to train, to eat, to go out. There ought to be something in it for everyone. On that particular point, my experience has been a bonus.
quote by Michel Patini
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One From One Leaves Two
Higgledy piggledy, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen.
Gentlemen come every day
To count what my black hen doth lay.
If perchance she lays too many,
They fine my hen a pretty penny;
If perchance she fails to lay,
The gentlemen a bonus pay.
Mumbledy pumbledy, my red cow,
She’s cooperating now.
At first she didn’t understand
That milk production must be planned;
She didn’t understand at first
She either had to plan or burst,
But now the government reports
She’s giving pints instead of quarts.
Fiddle de dee, my next-door neighbors,
They are giggling at their labors.
First they plant the tiny seed,
Then they water, then they weed,
Then they hoe and prune and lop,
They they raise a record crop,
Then they laugh their sides asunder,
And plow the whole caboodle under.
Abracadabra, thus we learn
The more you create, the less you earn.
The less you earn, the more you’re given,
The less you lead, the more you’re driven,
The more destroyed, the more they feed,
The more you pay, the more they need,
The more you earn, the less you keep,
And now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to take
If the tax-collector hasn’t got it before I wake.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Maths In The Park (For Marzena)
Park divided by ducks is standard
Dogs plus leads is dictatorship
Sun minus light is evening
Eyes multiplied by hair is laughter
Love minus pity is selfless
Affection multiplied by love is adoration
Hate minus passion is military
Devotion divided by sense is religion
The world divided by humanity is paradise.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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Sailing With Poem
Sailing with poem is wiser
Hurt is no role to play.
Minus ambition
Minus destination
One can go and
Reach where he likes
And that is sole
The place right.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I also played with Jimi Hendrix. Jimi would come down and sit in with Retaliation and we would have a ball. He offered me the gig with him at 20 pounds a week, which at that point, was like 60 bucks.
quote by Aynsley Dunbar
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Weakness makes strength.
A batsman shines against weak bowlers;
A bowler shines against weak batsmen.
One's weakness is the opponent's strength.
One's meekness is opponent's might.
29.09.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Being philosophic about it all
reviewing one’s life
in the light of eternity and
rebirth theory and
the lostcounteenth beer
I’ll say this…
I’ll say this…
one could say –
no listen I’m being serious –
was I fated to live this life
or did I earn it
or - was I fated to earn it,
ha?
but I’ll shay thish –
maybe I didn’t deserve better
BUT (dramatic pause, points finger)
I didn’t deserve worsh…
sub specie whatsit aeternitatis
strawnery how theesh Latin tags shtick
shub shpecie aeternitatish…
hurry up please it’s time
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Day He Outaged Joyce
(one three one one nine four one
minus
two two eight two)
equals
five eight and three four five
equals
(one six five two o two one
minus
five six five three)
Mathemusing so
Spent sage
The day he passed
James Joyce in age
Bambloomzling just for fun
(13 1 1941
-
2 2 82)
=
58+345
=
(16 5 2012
-
5 6 53)
He numerised verse one
poem by Douglas Scotney
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