Praise is no more a praise.
For every praise earned
There was an equal sacrifice.
Nowadays praises are cooked
With a flavour of politics
In place of sacrifices.
26.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: Praise
Oh, praise me not in a limitless way;
O’er-praise puts mind in enshackled a sway,
Distorting its performance thereafter;
An o’er-enthused mind can’t function better.
The hard-earned, older virtues won o’er years,
In moments of flimsy praises by dears,
Feels weaken’d from its adverse/ill-effects;
Praises any human mind sure infects!
Praise me deservingly and nothing more;
Never praises in excessive measures pour;
It could inebriate my feeble mind,
Unless measured and properly refined.
’Tis better not to be praised if worthy,
Than be o’er-praised, ecstatic and guilty.
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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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Praise or abuse, as you like.
When you praise a scripture,
When you praise a classic,
Or when you praise a leader,
You feel happy, as a slave does.
Others are there to vouch for.
When you criticize them all,
You feel happy, as a rebel does.
Others are there to lend voice.
You can choose either way.
You can rise up that way.
29.04.2001, Pmdi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Won Is More Than Owned.
You are not a beauty queen, nor even fair.
Time and space interrupted not my flair.
Your image, it alone arouses my dying lust
‘Cause, I had hard earned you from a croquet.
05.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unselfishness is unreasonable
Every action of yours or anyone’s
Springs up from some self wants-
To want to get or get out-
By a motive that can be
Instinctual, biological,
Psychological or ethical.
So service, sacrifice, generosity
And philanthropy are carpets,
With self wants underneath.
30.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Push or pull but be not still
Anything or anyone, you praise.
There are people to support you.
Anything or anyone, you thrash.
There are people to elevate you.
Praise or thrash, do it effectively.
Bigger, you grow. So does your shadow.
By either way you move away.
By pull or push, the cart can move out.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Psalm 150
Praise God in his heavenly dwelling;
praise him in his mighty heaven!
Praise him for his mighty works;
praise his unequaled greatness!
Praise him with a blast of the trumpet;
praise him with the lyre and harp!
Praise him with the tambourine and dancing;
praise him with stringed instruments and flutes!
Praise him with a clash of cymbals;
praise him with loud clanging cymbals.
Let everything that lives sing praises to the Lord!
Praise the Lord!!
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Dynasty hardly dies
Some are thrust with crowns.
They manage to stay afloat.
Some have wrested their crowns
By virtue of their sheer talents.
The first category is rampant
As marketing is the rule.
Be it in stardom, in profession,
Or in politics or in sports,
Crowns are thrust or reserved.
Kingdoms were dissolved
But not the dynasty.
28.03.2001.Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One is a cat and a tiger.
A waiter is a Hitler in his home
As he subdues in work place.
The Boss is a mouse in his home
As he rules in work place.
Each selects a territory to subdue
And another one to rule.
13.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The hard earned is well earned
Food smells sweeter
And tastes richer
For waiting souls.
Hard earned woman
Is a well earned treasure.
I found it in her.
08.08.2001
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To shake the mountain
She felt your warmth
And enriched her youth.
She gave her vision
And lifted up your passion.
She accepted your verses
And digested your praises.
Every call she answered
And kept you enthused.
Your gifts were at her hand.
You had been in her land.
She does all to your wants
As long as there was no trace
for others to trace them,
Beyond which she retreated.
Her stake, you understand.
The mountain you have shaken.
Be happy with that token.
Shaking the mountain
Is more than lifting the rock.
That pride gives you a long ride.
17.03.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Psalm CL.
Praise ye the Lord, your Songs address
To praise His Holynes:
O praise Him in His pow'rs extent,
Who rules the firmament.
Praise Him for all His acts of might,
Our wonder which invite:
In praises due His greatness tell,
Which all things doth excell.
Praise Him with Trumpets lofty sound,
With Cornets shake the ground:
His praise the Psaltery inspire,
With the melodious Lyre.
Praise him with Timbrells, and advance
His honour in the Dance.
Praise Him with Organs, Violls, Flutes,
And the well-stringed Lutes.
With Cymbals loud Him magnify,
Praise Him on Cymbals high:
Let every creature, that hath breath,
His Maker praise till death.
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Dice is not God’s game.
‘God does not play with dice.’
Whether you turn wise or a vice,
Whether you lure Him with praise
He will not play you with dice.
Who is just? Who is worth? -
He is not afflicted with.
Reward and punishment is not his job.
Your birth and death are alike.
So are your ups and downs, mind.
The game of dice, you devised,
Where he has no part to play.
02.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Twenty Zero One
2001 - where do I belong
I got my mind but I dont know where my head has gone
2001 - baby where you been
Its pornographic, internet, traffic on my screen
2001 - shes just a maniac
Its not for me but my baby really needs a crack
2001 - dont want the sex to stop
I took a pill now its killing me to keep it up
2001 - I know whats goin on
You wanna take my soul and change it for another one
2001 - those liquid crystal eyes, they really suit you honey
Let me get them in your size
2001 - by 2032 you can be me, and with a little luck
I can be you
2001 - let me bless you son
Help you believe with my semi-automatic gun
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Have respite to sustain.
A woman may love you so much
but is not cheap to display it as such.
She may fear harbouring your photo
but might have secured your group photo.
She may fear inviting you home
but might have seen you in some gatherings.
She may destroy all your scribbles
but might have held journals containing some.
She may have anguish to see you
but might have been blatant to show you.
It is true that she fell in love
and by truce hold it hand in glove.
She has equal and opposite
reaction to your action. Have respite.
07.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Each develops what others want
Why should a flower have colour?
Why should it have odour or nectar?
Why must it, for bee, have flavour?
It needs bees that are with fervour.
12.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Olney Hymn 8: O Lord, I Will Praise Thee
I will praise Thee every day
Now Thine anger's turn'd away;
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.
Here, in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Stream of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.
Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength;
And His praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
Praise ye, then, His glorious name,
Publish His exalted fame!
Still His worth your praise exceeds;
Excellent are all His deeds.
Raise again the joyful sound.
Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout! for this is He;
God the Saviour dwells in thee.
poem by William Cowper
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O Lord, I Will Praise Thee
(Isaiah, xii.1)
I will praise Thee every day
Now Thine anger's turn'd away;
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.
Here, in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Stream of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.
Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength;
And His praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
Praise ye, then, His glorious name,
Publish His exalted fame!
Still His worth your praise exceeds;
Excellent are all His deeds.
Raise again the joyful sound.
Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout! for this is He;
God the Saviour dwells in thee.
poem by William Cowper
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If 1 And 2 Were Equal
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have as many hearts as fists
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have confused shopping lists
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be less phone numbers to dial
If 1 and 2 were equal
noon would surely last a while
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be a nose under each eye
If 1 and 2 were equal
you couldn't say no to 'you and I? '
If 1 and 2 were equal
I think I'd be much more happy
'cause if 1 and 2 were equal
I would not be so lonely
poem by John W. McEwers
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Psalm 117
May all the Peoples praise you
May all the world praise you
For great is your mercy and kindness
You dwell in the beauty of holiness
And forever more and a day
All those around the throne shall say
Glory and majesty and praise to our King
For all eternity your praises we'll sing
poem by Frank McEleny
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