No Rebirths
Quick profit; huge profit; it’s gambling.
Quick loss; huge loss; it’s gambling.
Once tasted, one never risks again.
Instant and extend pleasure; it’s the world.
Acute and chronic sufferings; it’s the world.
Hence the Hindus pray for no rebirths.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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(W – 2011) Laiku 244
Profit & Loss:
Profit for one means loss for another
So aiming to make undue profits is a grievous crime.
Keep Gambling
Keep gambling
As questions
Instinctive living
Memories go blunt
Dark slums
Keep gambling
Survival game
Gets beyond guts
On the street
Dead mother floating
Religious riot
Keep gambling
A small hope of love
Running hiding
Betrayals of friends
Masters and jealousies
Keep gambling
Satire and irony
Hardest reality
Brute law
Third world slum
In urbanity
Away the fantasy
Platoon of dancers
Keep gambling
To find answers
Follow the signs
From the past
As life unravels
Keep gambling
In faith
Nothing as adverse
Nothing so unusual
Broken sword
Of fate
Never let it a chance
To kill
Keep gambling
For life itself
From life itself
11/3/2009
(After watching the movie “Slumdog Millionaire”)
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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The New American Way
quit banging the drums of war!
war was never meant to be
a means of economic survival...
much less profitable....
human lives mean nothing!
freedom and democracy
are a hoax... a drug
administered through the
late night tv news....
we're not trying to liberate anyone,
it's all profit and loss....
profit to the War Machine...
loss... of lives, any sense of morality
and/or human decency.
it's easy to sell....
just tell the people they're
our enemies... that they're
out to get us.
you dont have to prove
anything...
no weapons of mass destruction
needed... just the fear
created by implanting the thought!
profit justifies anything...
the new American Way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Napalm Dreams
napalm dreams,
burning flesh amid cries,
student protestors shot down....
flags smolder, stink like freedom
whored out for change....
and now again,
the great planes fly,
dropping death and liberation
o'er ghostlike oil fields...
too many questions....
lined up like cattle,
and shot.....
in the name of homeland security,
in the name of profit and loss...
their profit, ... our loss!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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God’s balance sheet
In God’s balance sheet
There is no profit, no loss.
The profit in your balance sheet
Tallies with the loss elsewhere.
19.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Potential Business Partners Profit Driven
In this age of global instant
electronic communications
enterprise private networks
any business for glory profit
partners who will not do things
the right way be ethical honest
are sources of huge potential profit
or risk illegal caught consequences.
Which will you conscience choose?
Will you moral integrity endure it?
Do you steadfast, believe in ethics, another future opportunity?
Will you adhering, to high professional standards, wait calmly?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The gambling
Life is a gambling
Where some get only gain
Some get only loss, and
Some get gain and loss
With net as gain or loss.
30.05.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For what shall it profit a man, if he gain the whole world, and suffer the loss of his soul?
quote by Jesus Christ
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False Prestige!
Train journey,
Youth smokes unmindful of co-passengers,
False prestige!
Chain smoker,
Chronic cough,
Lung cancer!
Smokes umpteen cigarettes,
Spends huge income on spoiling health,
Myocardial infarction!
Chronic alcoholic,
Cirrhosis liver,
Loss of life!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Profit and Loss
Income by bribe is loss.
Loss by service is profit.
The work with this in view
Makes the poor is seen rich.
19.01.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fetishes
Some may have their fetishes,
As a fixation or a reverence to give.
Without a profit to solicit,
An attention to get.
They have purposes for fetishes for them to live.
And there are those who choose to take risks,
At their own expense.
To leave those who have fetishes,
To do what it is!
To leave those who have fetishes,
To do what it is!
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
They'd be better off alone to nourish their fetishes!
And there are those who choose to take risks,
At their own expense.
To leave those who have fetishes,
To do what it is!
Some may have their fetishes,
As a fixation or a reverence to give.
Without a profit to solicit,
An attention to get.
They have purposes for fetishes for them to live.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
They'd be better off alone to nourish their fetishes!
Whatever that fetish may be,
To give them a lift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A loss
Loss of a dream
Loss of a life
Loss of a love
Loss of a path
Loss of a power
This is what I lost,
In this vast world of war.
poem by Austin Courtney
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Loss Of...
Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow
Loss of the moments you two should have shared
Loss of opportunities to show her you cared
Loss of the memories you both could have created
Loss of the romance once intense as you dated
Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace
Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace
Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye
Loss of the touch as you pass each other by
Loss of a future, from a past of regret
Loss of a last chance, how many do you get
Loss of a promise you never meant to break
Loss of two hearts that forever will ache
(2012)
poem by Michael Ernst
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The World Is Huge
The world is huge to feel!
The world is huge to see!
Only a curious one can realize of it.
I think, I am little one to justify it,
Because too many time has been wasted for being a sybarite.
But, now, I have come to know-
That it's very hard to walk barefoot in snow.
The same thing, I have realized for those
Who have suffered a lot before my eyes, and they are my too close.
So, the world is huge...
And I will try my utmost to reduce,
The sadness of ugliness.
Soon it must be a day out of profaneness.
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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Mommy And Daddy
by Micky Dolenz
M=Micky, C=Coco Dolenz, CR=Control Room (Chip Douglas)
M: ...or we could do...
C: Ha-ha, Micky, just do what they want...
CR: Do, uh, do both of these again...
Well, I'm an angry man, I sing an angry song,
Tell you, honey, it won't be long,
Well, I'll pack my bags, get out of here
With my guitar and a case of beer.
Well I'm going north and I'm going south,
Tell you, honey, better shut your mouth,
Well, I'll kick your head from here to hell,
You better know I can do it well.
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Losing all my money, well, it really ain't so funny, hon,
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Tell you what baby, well you better be moving on.
Well I really don't know I'm going for sure,
Ain't got a map and it ain't no tour,
I'm just heading out for the open sky,
Who knows, I might even die.
Well, don't you worry your pretty little head,
I never give a damn what I did or said,
That's why I'm packing to leave this place,
Can't stand to look at your cheating face.
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Losing all my money, well, it really ain't so funny, hon,
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Tell you what baby, well you better be moving on.
Well you treated me like a little boy
And you played around like I was a toy,
Guess you thought I'd have the blues,
Look whose crying, guess you lose.
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Losing all my money, well, it really ain't so funny, hon,
Midnight train, r
song performed by by Monkees
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Love or Lust?
Is love living in reality or in poems and literature?
Or is love still alive in the material world of no time?
Business and pleasure take the lion's share in work
Motivated towards achieving goals to make profit.
Even poems are full of lust rather than love to cherish
To make mankind humane rather than animal in life.
But romance without love increases the longing of all
To lose everything one is supposed not to lose in duty.
Everything attractive in business provokes lust to lose
One's mind, money and energy in the time precious.
Mechanical life with animal heart makes life artificial
And natural life nobody knows to live and love indeed!
Intellect dominates instinct though nature controls still
Making life meaningless in the profit- loss material world!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The student body was huge at UT and you had to mature pretty quick, very quick actually. I enjoyed it and it helped me a lot in my life in general - not only in the classroom but on the baseball field as well.
quote by Roger Clemens
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Life Is a Gambling
Up, up and up;
Down, down and down;
Up, down and up;
Down, up and down.
One of them is the fate
Of the one in gambling.
Life is a gambling.
(17.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: Sufferings- the Key to Life
Through sufferings, we are born to lead this life;
Through sufferings, we are even baptized;
Through sufferings, we all must meet our strife;
Through sufferings, we’re even magnetized.
Through sufferings, sometimes we have our joy!
Through sufferings, we earn our livelihood;
Through sufferings, we grew to man from boy;
And sufferings’ our teacher from childhood!
Through sufferings, we learn in life good things;
Through sufferings, we learn to live well, pray!
Through sufferings, big truths, this world us brings;
By sufferings, we fight ‘gainst Tempter’s ways.
Yet, sufferings- a blessing God us gave,
To keep the road to Heaven, well behave!
poem by John Celes
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I must swindle.
Hospitals are run for a profit.
Colleges are run for a profit.
Temples are run for a profit.
I must swindle to pay them.
11.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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