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Pity and pitiable

Having pity is a pleasure.
You can then boost your image.
Being pitiable is too.
You will get people to love you.
02.03.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Weeping Meter

If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.

If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.

The more you get some pity you sit and solicit it.
With a drive you started in campaign,
And aimed to have a perfect pity party trip.

You've got your buckets ready to collect the slightest drip.
Like an attention getting kitten,
Being petted as it purrs and licks!

That's what you need!
A boost to benefit.
Like the petting of a kitten getting enjoyment out of it.
To get a little bit of stroking before it leaves...
To meander off and drift.
Satisfied and pleased.

If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.

Maybe you just need some petting,
And some stroking too?
Oooo...
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.

Maybe you just need some petting,
And some stroking too?
Oooo...
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pity and Pitiable

Being pitiable brings attention.
Taking pity gives prominence.
We fake both to get pleasure.
The respondents are unfortunate.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sociopaths Stand Back

People in the middle,
Enjoy keeping their riddles griddled.
And slapped to sizzle nonstop.
While turning up the temperature...
To see who steams a lot!
Just to justify that feeling to boost.

Nobody adjusted and in a right frame of mind,
Sits to feel reduced,
In a seduction they can find.
Just to feel that boost.

Nobody wants to stay a loose goose cooked.
For other geese to please.
Just to feel that boost.

Nobody carries on their back,
Weighted troubles packed.
To consciously seek a place to bend their knees.
Just to feel that boost.

Nobody chooses to sing the blues,
Because they love the melody.
Just to feel that boost.
Although some may elect to fight...
Instead of leaving alone what is known is right.

Sociopaths stand back.
Nobody expresses those needs you feed.
Just to feel that boost.
And trying to justify,
Why their detached caboose is loose.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Those Who Believe They Can

Don't you be afraid,
To boost it up a notch.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
No...
Don't you be afraid.

Don't you be afraid,
To give it what you've got.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
No...
Don't you be afraid.

Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.
And,
Don't be afraid to boost it.
Give it what you've got!

Only those who believe they can,
Will leap...
With a seeking,
What is theirs to reach.
So,
Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.

Only those who believe they can,
Will leap...
With a seeking,
What is theirs to reach.
So,
Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.
And,
Don't be afraid to boost it.
By a giving it what you've got!

Only those who believe they can,
Will boost...
It up!

Only those who believe they can will boost it,
Up!
Only those who believe they can will boost it,
Up!
Only those who believe they can will boost it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The image is mortal.

Paintings won’t last longer than the wall it bears.
Image won’t last longer than the people who bear.
Your imprints will die when the people
Known to you die.
Your image is as much mortal as you are.
15.05.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pity, pity, pity

Look at to the unwanted child
Look at to the divorced wife
Look at to the homeless man
What people do other than saying
“Pity, pity, pity”

Look at to the tragic hero
Look at to the sympathized villain
Look at to the clueless victim
What witnesses do other than staring
“Pity, pity, pity”

Look at to the crazy dreamer
Look at to the unlucky gambler
Look at to the stubborn fighter
What friends do other than whispering
“Pity, pity, pity”

Look at to the withering flower
Look at to the starving animal
Look at to the extinct nature
What human do other than howling
“Pity, pity, pity”

Look at to the empty spaces
Look at to the blank faces
Look at to the lost traces
What devils do other than laughing
“Pity, pity, pity”

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Guilt purrs action

When a man has been refused,
A woman feels pity for him
And loves him more than she did before.
When a mother has been neglected,
A son feels pity for her
And takes care more than he did before.
When a child has been beaten,
The mother feels pity for it
And pampers more than she did before.
Guilt purrs action; pity brings love
10.02.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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That Pity B-Gone!

Let that pity b-gone!
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
And also going are those benefits.
If you carry on...
Like you can't handle it!

Let that pity b-gone!
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
And also going are those benefits.
If you carry on...
Like you can't handle it!

We knew that pity had to split!
B-gone.
We knew that our hearts would split, and soon...
B-gone.
If we let that pity sit,
Between us....
Both of us would have a fit.
If we let that pity sit,
Both of us would have a fit.
If we let that pity sit...
Between us!

And...
You'd believe,
That I could never love you.
To leave me feeling sorry,
And blue.

But...
I would know,
How deep inside my love goes.
And protecting what I love,
Before it overflows.

Let that pity b-gone!
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
And also going are those benefits.
If you carry on...
Like you can't handle it!

So...
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
And maybe not so much the benefits.
Since I would miss too much your many moods.

That pity b-gone.
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Pity That You Want

With a pity that you want,
To prove it.
With a pity that you want.

And with a pity that you want,
To prove it.
With a pity that you want.

You weep too deep,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
To realize...
A pain you keep.
With a pity that you want,
To prove it.
With a pity that you want.

Other people who have less,
Do their best to not in public bleed.

But...
You're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
Yes you're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.

You weep too deep,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
And your wants are weak.
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.

Other people who have less,
Do their best to not in public bleed.

But...
You're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
Yes you're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.

You're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
Yes you're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.

Other people who have less,
Do their best to not in public bleed.
Oh...
But you're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
Yes you're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.

With a pity that you want,
To prove it.
With a pity that you want.

And with a pity that you want,
To prove it.
With a pity that you want,
To show you're one of those...
With a pity that you want,
To show exposed.
With a pity that you want,
To be one of those!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For want of love

When the poverty was ruling,
People suffered only for food.
With prosperity on the card,
Each one is busy with oneself
With no time to convey concerns.
No pity is accruing too.
No helping hand is forthcoming.
People will die for want of love.
02.01.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Oh, Fly Not, Pleasure

Oh fly not, Pleasure, pleasant--hearted Pleasure.
Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay.
For my heart no measure
Knows nor other treasure
To buy a garland for my love to--day.

And thou too, Sorrow, tender--hearted Sorrow.
Thou grey--eyed mourner, fly not yet away.
For I fain would borrow
Thy sad weeds to--morrow
To make a mourning for love's yesterday.

The voice of Pity, Time's divine dear Pity,
Moved me to tears. I dared not say them nay,
But went forth from the city
Making thus my ditty
Of fair love lost for ever and a day.

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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This Is Such A Pity

How is your heart little darling?
I didn't mean to get so mad.
Let me just hold you closely.
How did things get so bad?
I know how to pick on you.
You pushed me over the edge.
We caused so much agony.
We can't seem to move ahead.
This is such a pity.
We should give all our love to each other.
Not this hate that destroys us.
This is such a pity.
(This is a pity)
What kind of future will we have?
Will we we ever find peace?
Everybody thinks we're crazy.
They're about to call the police.
I don't wanna be a chump.
You think I'm a fascist pig.
Right now everything is black.
I don't think we'll get it.
This is such a pity.
We should give all our love to each other.
Not this hate that destroys us.
This is such a pity.
(This is a pity)
[solo]
This is such a pity.
We should give all our love to each other.
Not this hate that destroys us.
This is such a pity.
(This is a pity)

song performed by by Weezer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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It Is A Pity

it is a pity
that people peopled people into office
but people unpeoples their people on getting there
then cripple their people while peopling them

it is a pity
that pity cannot pity pete
in pete's land with pete's pills
but cripple poor pete with pimping preens.

poem by Olumide Ayodele
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The impression

The impression you make with the people
Will die when they die, be it good or bad.
With them would go your very image.
Why must you starve and err to have such one?
09.05.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The slave loves his master

It is a pleasure
For a master to command his slave.
It is a pleasure
For a slave to attend his master’s call.
The difference is
That the slave’s pleasure is for love.
30.06.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who wants a stone heart?

A detached heart is gate way to heaven.
No joy, no cry will affect it.
No pleasure, no pain will it experience.
Can then that heart have the capacity
To show concern, pity and sympathy?
Can it have will to sacrifice?
Can’t it subscribe to impotency?
Who wants a stone heart?
01.07.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hatred evokes pity

Mary took pity in July’s servant;
July took pity in Mary’s servant.
Yes, Mary and July are good neigbours.
The servants’ conditions didn’t evoke pity;
The mutual hatreds buried in the hearts
Of Mary and July did all the tricks.
Pity on one is the hatred of someone.
22.09.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Relief is a joy

To regret is a kind of joy.
To repent is a kind of joy.
To render yourself pitiable
And to lament the loss of yours
Too is a kind of joy.
To long for someone you loved
And pine is also a kind of joy.
They relieve you of the burden.

12.01.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Loving Woman

Love was in her genes; she couldn’t say no.
She was friendly to men who had crush on her.
She was free with men she was in love with.
She didn’t say no to men of rank and name.

She entertained men out of pity,
For their madness and for their servitude.
Causing pleasure in men was her pleasure-
A kind of sacrifice for sake of love.

It was not vice, nor lasciviousness.
It is like flowers emitting fragrance.
Relationships never spoilt her character.
She remained a good mother, unsoiled.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Accept if you like

If you desire a man
who has access to you,
and have some notion
that by him you can get
the elusive orgasm,
waste no time and find a way.
If you don’t open,
pleasure will not enter.
No gain to anyone
By denial of pleasure to you.
No loss to anyone
By admittance of pleasure by you.
A one time secret affair
16.05.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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