Premature exits
An incoming one, though inferior,
With its freshness, will replace the one
Which is in focus, though not yet stale.
Thus we all meet premature exits.
30.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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poem by Johnny Walks
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The virtue is supreme.
Elegance is nice,
But inferior to kindness.
Composure is sweet,
But inferior to compassion.
Charity is great,
But inferior to justice.
Honesty is fine,
But inferior to fidelity.
Intelligence is strength
But inferior to wisdom
Every good trait
Is inferior to virtue,
Which must be the axis,
Around which one runs.
18.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The virtue is supreme
.Elegance is nice,
But inferior to kindness.
Composure is sweet,
But inferior to compassion.
Charity is great,
But inferior to justice.
Honesty is fine,
But inferior to fidelity.
Intelligence is strength
But inferior to wisdom
Every good trait
Is inferior to virtue,
Which must be the axis,
Around which one runs.
18.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Don't Only Focus On The Money
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
And when one goes for just the money,
The heart turns cold.
So don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Bling is nice but there's more to life.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Open your mind with bright wide eyes,
To take a ride that will excite you.
With a view to greater heights.
So...
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't let your heart grow old and cold.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
'I feel funny when I don't have any money.'
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't you only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't stay focused on the money,
Don't!
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freshness counts
The new one, though inferior,
Will replace the existing one
Well before it is to wear out.
Human value is merciless.
30.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To bask at my glory
I am inferior to anyone
Whom I have deceived.
I am inferior to anyone
Whom I have exploited.
I am inferior to anyone
Whom I have trodden on.
Must I bask at my glory?
05.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Superior
A junior is not inferior.
A darker skin is not inferior.
A poorer one is not inferior.
Who hold these views are superior.
25.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Contemplation Upon Extinction....
it will be too
unlikely
for one at this prime age
his pink
youth
to start glimpsing about
the face of
extinction
one says it will be
unbecoming
in fact, too premature
and simply
sad
when one tumbles however
and bleeds
and feels the pain
of an injury
one realizes a hint
into the possibility of
an incoming
death
one contemplates upon it
like a folded
letter
whose miserable content
makes you
read it over and over again
deep in your heart
you tell yourself
'this is real and i will
be next'....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The caged lust
A stale wife is not a stale woman.
A stale husband is not a stale man.
Woman is a magnet to a stranger.
Man is a bullet to a stranger.
12.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To surrender to ignorance and call it God has always been premature, and it remains premature today.
quote by Isaac Asimov
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Everyone by now presumably knows about the danger of premature optimization. I think we should be just as worried about premature design - designing too early what a program should do.
quote by Paul Graham
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Excuses With Exits
If honesty is something you rather not deal with.
And truth frightens you?
You and I will never see eye to eye.
Excuses with exits are your main focus.
With disappearing acts an attraction.
And participating in a seance to locate your 'spirit'...
Does not appeal.
Not for the realities I seek to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are You?
I have not gone away...
Because my closets are bare!
The only thing that this change brings,
Is a freshness to stale air!
I had to clear away the dust,
And collected thoughts that sat!
I needed to show you more of me...
And the crampness did not allow that!
I have to add a growth that comes.
With a purpose that brightens like the Sun.
I'm saying this now so we both understand...
You're not getting rid of me,
I don't see how you can!
Unless 'you're' making untold plans?
Are you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What makes one cute?
She is in focus.
She is with make up.
You are in starvation.
Actresses look more than they are.
03.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The inferior one
Having slept with some men,
A woman might have settled
In marriage to be chaste since then.
Having married as virgin
If a woman would stray out
It is she who is inferior.
02.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The latest is the best
Every time I selected a pair of specs
To replace the old ones,
I held them the best I have got.
So is the case with the woman
I fall in love with.
01.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Let's leave behind the predictable and stale debate between liberals and conservatives. Let's take the resources that we have, and prioritize, and manage, and focus our energy on just doing things that count - on real results.
quote by Phil Bredesen
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Sex pulls
East and West do not meet.
Neither do North and South.
Being opposite, they do not meet.
Man and woman are opposite
And hence eager to meet.
It is sex.
14.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Made For TV Movie
I heard a word from on high
Clear like a light in the sky
It said, "quit blowing each other up"
The voice seemed so crystally clear
Some things are clean in your ear
When only blood fills your cup
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
It fell like a tear from my eye
Flying machines so up high
Well, there goes the neighborhood
A scene set to singe innocence
Upheave, unhinge, and pit against
Like every made for TV movie should
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
Focus, Focus
Focus (I can see now)
We are, we know, we see, we think for you
The who, the what, the when, the where, the why
We build your hill, we build you too, we see you
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
song performed by by Incubus
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Behind Closed Doors
We meet in our special places,
away from prying eyes,
away from voices that condemn,
the happiness together we have found.
We meet in secret at times when we can.
We have no partners
to be guilty of,
they just say
that we are too young,
to know the meaning of love.
One day we may run away,
to be together forever.
However, for now
we must meet
behind closed doors,
in each other homes,
because you are six and I am seven.
(21 May 2007)
poem by David Harris
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