No need of any remorse
I took some notes that will be thrown soon.
I got some arts that be discarded soon.
I built friendships to be dismantled soon.
I saved mementos to be cast into bin.
I myself am born to be taken soon.
Why must I build up memories?
08.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Laurels of no use
I had saved all that would tell my past.
I found no one eager to hear my past
I myself had no interest in others’ past.
Thus I threw away all my mementos..
23.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Today... 'The Cornerstone
Rejected of men for being too good
we crucified you on a cross of wood
But Your Father had other plans for You
for the temple was to be built anew
A building not made of rock or of stone
but one made up of Christians alone
Built of people saved by the grace of God
the Cornerstone is Jesus Christ the Lord
A great temple not built by human skill
but made up of those who follow God's will
The living temple of Your body Lord
because its' builder and maker is God
To build it the old temple had to go
through death so that You could raise it up so.
This is marvellous in our sight O Lord
One in Christ we are the temple of God.
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No mansion as mine
My mother, my, wife, my child-
‘My’ tag propelled me to build
Mansion for them one by one.
No mansion I built as mine
When my limbs had been fine.
20.06.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When I Write These Lines
when i write these lines it is as good as
thrown paper, some words are written but
they are meant to be discarded because they have
occupied much of sadness
worn out memories
overused mumblings
they are meant to be crumpled
and thrown away
this one, this one is not meant to be kept
it is written
but meant simply to be deleted
some words are meant to be said
and be forgotten
because of pain and because they do not mean anything anymore.
goodbye lines, goodbye
take your time, there will be a little waiting
until another fool takes you in
another poet in the state of an inevitable
writer's block
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Skinflint
The skinflint saved his policies,
The skinflint saved his plugs,
The skinflint saved his first house keys,
The skinflint saved his mugs...
The skinflint saved his chewing gum,
The skinflint saved his rope,
The skinflint saved his small toy drum,
The skinflint saved his soap...
The skinflint saved his worn-out shoes,
The skinflint saved his clothes,
The skinflint saved his tubes of glues,
The skinflint saved his bows...
The skinflint saved his dated files,
The skinflint saved his drapes,
The skinflint saved his airline miles,
The skinflint saved his tapes...
The skinflint saved, yes, on the whole...
The skinflint saved so well?
The skinflint never saved his soul!
So God sent him to Hell...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Early Works - Mementos From Passing Lives
Little time capsules lie hidden
beneath the turmoil of passing lives.
Tiny mementos laid down
by strangers who passed this way
at some time in distant years.
An empty cigarette packet
someone enjoyed the contents,
but when the question remains unanswered.
Nuts, bolts, washers and screws
these mementos suggest something
and also another question.
Standing here, I stare around me
remembering my time here
and wondering what mementos
my life has left for strangers
in the future years.
Again another question
but not one I care to answer.
28 February 1986
poem by David Harris
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On Early Mornings...
every word is chosen
some discarded like chaff from the grains
but not every feeling is worth its showing
some chaffs in this perspective
are meant to be kept
somehow
when the wind comes and begins
to blow all these chaffs away
the fear is there
that some may get blinded
somehow
somewhere is a place to stay
and keep all those sad memories
bury them like the dead ants
so they cannot build their empires again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The cause of the efforts
You build your child, draining your blood.
You build your house with debts on heads.
What for? To show how big you are.
And how effective your seeds are.
09.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Perpetuating Friendships
We perpetuate friendships as we grow
ones that will last forever within our hearts,
never fading whatever circumstance might arise.
They stay with us from the moment they start
and remain within us always even after they are gone.
We build our memories around them
to harbour when times get cold
to warm us on the long lonely nights of darkness
that befall our lives at times.
14 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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Friendships Lost
To be alone punished, by absence and memories.
Is more than most can endure, is this not the time?
To embrace new friendships, create new memories?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My awareness
I know when the Taj Mahal was built.
When did my grandfather build my house?
I know when King Asoka was born.
When was my grandfather born?
I know the world history, not my family history.
21.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Just Look Back.
Come on Man put that down,
you wan end your life! ? ,
with your own knife,
just think twice man! !
Remember the life you built,
you searched for that beauty,
where the hell you wan put?
you built it, you can build it again,
wanna live us behind,
wanna throw your mama's hand,
for God's sake be kind,
As you can build another love again.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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Memories in the mind
Memories are made in the mind,
and there if you search, you will find.
There in the mind, so many things,
so many memories it brings.
So many years have passed,
of our youth, away we have cast
some memories happy, some memories sad,
memories have I, when I was a lad.
Memories have I, of a dog named shep,
memories of him, when he kept in step.
Memories of my friends, when we played,
of those days, for ever memories relayed.
Memories of family and fun,
when we talked until the setting of sun.
Memories of washing our fifty-seven Ford,
and wanting things we couldn't afford.
Memories are made in the mind,
long lost, search and you will find,
memories of days gone by,
searching memories, oh how you try.
Memories will fade out,
you have forgotton, what it's about,
memories lost in the mind,
dig them out and you will find.
Emily
[verse 1]
It wasnt supposed to be like this
Another dose of unhappiness
I gave it all and managed to get shot down yet again
So I got drunk
Had sex with all your friends
You told me to never call your house again
[chorus]
Emily, you saved the day
Emily, when you threw me away
She was always such a pretty girl
Nobody like her in the world
A little piece of heavenly
That no one else could stand
I see her in my dreams at night
I see you when I close my eyes
I just cant seem to shake you, emily
[verse 2]
You got your money and I got cast
Outside thrown out on my ass
In the city with no one else, no where else to go
So I hooked up with this model from singapore
Emily, I sure am glad you didnt want me anymore
[chorus]
She was always such a pretty girl
Nobody like her in the world
A little piece of heavenly
That no one else could stand
I see her in my dreams at night
I see you when I close my eyes
I just cant seem to shake you, emily
Yeah
Emily, you saved the day
Emily, you saved the day
Emily, you saved my ass
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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I Was Born and Raised
When the sun was hanging bright
And the moon gloom with execsive light
Then I was born
When the days were constantly burning
And the cloud immensely weeping
Then I was born
When human were not humble
And the races were different people
Then I was born
When actions were filled with advantage
And the minds were like gabbage
Then I was born
When the street were filled with blood
And human words were built with fraud
Then I was born
When parents cannot make their stomach feed
And they cannot take the responsibility of their breed
Then I was born
Where the people were just part of a story
And their effort was to build another man glory
Their I was raised
Where men were like iron
But their strength was for a corn
Their I was raised
Where people were deprived
And from them wealth is derived
There I was born and raised
Where the land is good
But the people cannot make their food
Their I was born and raised
Where the place is called africa
And the people are called african
Their I was born and raised
I was born and raised
Where the people’s destiny lies in the grave
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Very Sartrean...
he had only one choice
and he takes it and survives
at the end
he sowed more choices
but eventually in order to live that simply
he discarded the other choices
'sacrifices, cuts and trashes' he declares.
and then she who was born with all
the fortunes and good genetic lineage
is bombarded with a million or more choices
as though she is a tiny boat
thrown into the Pacific Ocean
tossed by all the possibilities
which she had no power
to ignore
she sinks and drowns herself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Saved
I was blinded by the devil,
Born already ruined,
Stone-cold dead
As I stepped out of the womb.
By his grace I have been touched,
By his word I have been healed,
By his hand Ive been delivered,
By his spirit Ive been sealed.
Ive been saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved,
Saved,
And Im so glad.
Yes, Im so glad,
Im so glad,
So glad,
I want to thank you, lord,
I just want to thank you, lord,
Thank you, lord.
By his truth I can be upright,
By his strength I do endure,
By his power Ive been lifted,
In his love I am secure.
He bought me with a price,
Freed me from the pit,
Full of emptiness and wrath
And the fire that burns in it.
Ive been saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved,
Saved,
And Im so glad.
Yes, Im so glad,
Im so glad,
So glad,
I want to thank you, lord,
I just want to thank you, lord,
Thank you, lord.
Nobody to rescue me,
Nobody would dare,
I was going down for the last time,
But by his mercy Ive been spared.
Not by works,
But by faith in him who called,
For so long Ive been hindered,
For so long Ive been stalled.
Ive been saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved,
Saved,
And Im so glad.
Yes, Im so glad, Im so glad,
So glad, I want to thank you, lord,
I just want to thank you, lord,
Thank you, lord.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Gone Away
In a drawer
Behind some forgotten
Necessities of life
That cannot be thrown away
There under all these memories
Is some paper
Saved for the day
To write a letter, A note,
A delarcation.
Yet known
I learned my friend has moved away
My loss is more than words can say
Strange it seems
The things she ment to me
Taking for granted
That she would always be
.
A theif has robbed me
Striped from me
Is my self control
I thought she would never go
Found under all the emotions
A new feeling
that will not go away
Pain and dull cutting
It does not leave
lonelyness now is
my guide.
Directing my pen
Words hewn
From now and then
Why did she have to leave
Now I am not alone
My new companion
A painful feeling of Disparity
Floating in its caressing hold
I compose my self
Over looking
My blank page
Clean from where I retrieved it.
Noticing it now has stains
Fallen teardrops
Have wrinkled and left their mark
Bough-ten sheets
Notes from my heart.
poem by Howard Johnson
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His True Church
I know many religious people, and one Church with no steeple,
A church that’s built with no walls, built on only believing souls,
Built upon an Eternal Foundation, that being our very Salvation,
Built upon The One Cornerstone, and that is Jesus Christ alone.
Many, who worship in a building, to Truth alone, are unyielding,
Building a church on tradition, God’s Truth, with man’s addition,
Added to the work finished by, Jesus Christ who reigns on high,
Ignoring His words “it is finished”, Grace by many is diminished.
Men making a way to Heaven, not by grace but religious leaven,
Building church in a human way, as they lead many souls astray,
As many souls weekly perch, in the pews of a manmade church,
Relying on their religious activity, to help them work into eternity.
“I will build my Church” He said, that was Christ, who is the Head,
Head of His True Church on earth, filled with souls, by New Birth,
All members being Born Again, into His Church, not one of men,
You’ll find, you no longer search, as a member of God’s Church.
Jesus is the Way, Truth and Life, as Head of the Church of Christ,
And each of us is a living stone, built through faith in Christ alone,
His Church He proceeds to build, to complete as His Father willed,
Leading the only True Church friend, as others shall see in the end.
True friendships are built with real people !
quote by Octav Bibere
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