Ruminating the past
I gained my parents at my birth.
I gained my brothers and sisters
And then my kids and their kids
Every gain to me was a pleasure.
Then I grieve over the loss of them,
One by one, or at leaving them.
I weep and weep, profoundly weep
Over their death or in their sick beds.
What we lose is what we had gained.
The gained are destined to be lost
Or from them we shall be lost.
I recall the good they have done.
I repent the wrongs done to them.
Rumination of pleasure and regrets
Keep me at the old age engaged.
27.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Innocence lost and pain gained.
I lost my innocence.
Not once not twice but more times than I can count.
It was becuase of bastards.
Bastards who wanted to hurt.
I lost my innocence and gained pain.
On the day you raped me.
I lost everything.
Lost my innocence.
Lost my life.
Lost my happiness.
Lost my way of being.
You raped me.
You didnt lose anything.
You gained the power.
I lost every thing that day.
All I was to gain was pain.
I lost more than one thing.
I lost my innocence.
But gained the pain
poem by Amy Kerswell
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Feel Good
Wake up in the morning
And feel the warmth
Feel the joy
Remember your first toy?
Remember the fun you had
Remember when you cried
Think of playing in the sand
Wasn’t it all grand
Remember your first dog?
Think of the laughter
Think of the hate
Think of the need to escape
Remember when you were sick
Remember your Parents?
Remember the heartache
Remember the love
Think of how nervous you were
How many times you changed your clothes
Remember your first date?
Don’t take it as a loss take it as a gain
For you gained that toy, dog, parents, loved one
Yes they hurt you, got lost, ran away, disappointed you
But you have to remember the good you gained from it
Take it, hold it, embrace it…
Accept it, challenge it, protect it…
Live it, be it, believe it...
poem by Garreth Eyssen
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It Was Not Difficult
Growing
And then into stems
Leaves
With roots
Flowers
Climbing
Touching and caressing
It was not difficult
To rise
To reach
Your wall
Get close
To your bosom
For a few words
To tell you
It was not difficult
But the addiction
Of impossibilities
And further impossibilities
And otherwise
What would have I gained
For my love
Was like
The love
Of Every one
What I gained
What I lost
In this love
Who knows
But me
And that
Your gain was my loss
And my gain was my loss
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Wisdom
Let's go to the green steps of the lawn
And do the sums of life there sitting down
If we want only profits and no losses
And all the losses turn into profits
And all the profits turn into losses
Then the scale of life, of course, dis-balances
This leads us not in paradises but, of course, in hells.
It seems to be small whatever things we gained
It seems to be big whatever things we lost
If all the lost things are gained
And all the gained things are lost
Then life is not, at a gain but definitely at a loss.
If the profits are the blissful graces
Then the losses are not less than the spices
Whatever we do on the steps sitting
All these are not sums but a bargaining
This Leads us nowhere but to do mistakes
In this we never do profits but always do losses.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Love That I've Lost
Seems I'm standin' on the edge of time
Walked away when your love was mine
Now I've a feeling nothing gained, something lost.
I've made mistakes and it's no disgrace
The final page just can't erase
I'll ride this storm out
Cause maybe, maybe I was wrong.
Is it just my superstition?
To think I need you to carry on.
Or call it maybe just my intuition,
Cause there's nothing gained,
From the love that I've lost.
Time has changed me, I hope you'll see.
Another way to bring your love to me
I'm like the hero, from a broken dream.
Even now lookin' back on my past
Could have loved you, could of made it last.
I'll ride this storm out cause maybe, maybe I was wrong.
Is it just my superstition?
To think I need you to carry on.
Or call it maybe just my intuition,
Cause there's nothing gained,
From the love that I've lost.
LEAD BREAK
Is it just my superstition?
To think I need you to carry on.
Or call it maybe just my intuition,
Cause there's nothing gained,
From the love that I've lost.
It's just my superstition
Or call it intuition
It's your love that I've lost
It's your love that I've lost
You're what I've lost
song performed by by 38 Special
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Heart and wisdom.
When your heart swells
With what it has earned
Your wisdom would weep.
When your wisdom dawns
With what it has gained
Your heart would weep.
Heart is blind to truth.
Wisdom is blind to mirth.
17.03.2001, Pmd.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dasgupta asks...
What have you gained
if you have not gained yourself,
yourself the immortal,
yourself the infinite ?
What have you gained
if you have never tasted in your life
the deep longing to be free,
the deep longing to be liberated?
The spirit of the saints of all the ages
whispers in my ears -
what have you gained
if you have never tasted
the joys of self-surrender?
If your heart has not longed
to make of you a flute
in the hands of Krishna,
master musician of the universe?
And if you have not been able
to sweeten all your miseries
with a touch of God?
(versified from a lecture in Evanston, US, in 1926)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Material Possessions
Throughout life if we work hard or inherit
many material possessions may be gained.
Objects which may fulfill or clutter our lives?
Yet that which is gained can also be lost.
And God said 'What profit to a man if he
gains the whole world but forfeits his soul? '
Matthew 16: 26.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Nothing Rhymed
(gilbert osullivan)
If I give up this seat Ive been saving
To some elderly lady or man
Am I being a good girl?
Am I still your sweet pearl?
Mother please, if youre pleased, say I am
And if, while in the course of my duty,
I perform an unfortunate take
Would you punish me so, unbelievably so?
Never again would I make that mistake
This feeling inside me
Can never deny me
The right to be wrong if I choose
And the pleasure I get from, say,
Winning a bet
Is to lose
When Im drinking my bonaparte shandy
Eating more than enough apple pies
Would I glance in my screen
And see real human beings
Starve to death right in front of my eyes?
Nothing old, nothing new
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Nothing stillborn or lost
Nothing further than proof
Nothing older than you
Nothing sweeter than wine
Nothing older than time
Nothing physically, recklessly, hopelessly blind
Nothing I couldnt say
Nothing why?
cause today nothing rhymed, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, this feeling inside me
Can never deny me
The right to be wrong if I choose
The pleasure I get from, say
Winning a bet
Is to lose
Nothing good, nothing bad
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Nothing stillborn or lost
Nothing further than proof
Nothing wilder than you
Nothing sweeter than wine
Nothing older than time
Nothing physically, hopelessly, recklessly, blind
Nothing I couldnt say
Nothing why?
cause today nothing rhymed, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
Nothing rhymed
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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A Scissor's Story
there was once a boy
who is afraid of scissors
and the scissors keep on
threatening him,
until one day when the boy
gained strength to face
that scissor and
he tied it with a string
on his neck and
paraded it on the streets
of the town
his thumb was cut
and blood dripped along the
path
towards his self-gained
freedom
and then he laughed
as the scissor gets too sharp
for the pleasure of
his neck
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Still Beautiful
I been told by many that I have gained a few pounds
And that I look a lot better if I lost a little weight.
Well, yesterday I got out the shower and stared at
my body in all its’ natural glory.
I looked at myself from head to toe,
front to back and even sideways.
Yeah, I might have gained a few pounds
But that is alright because from my point view
I'm still beautiful.
We gained his operational capabilities and he gained our marketing skills.
quote by Mercer Reynolds
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My Perfect Funeral
I killed myself today
To see if I would die
Just an act of curiosity
Nothing personal, please don’t cry
Don’t weep at my funeral
No flowers on my grave
Leave my corpse as it is
Get the pastor off the stage
I was just an outline of energy
Bursting into open space
When I killed myself that day
None was lost and none was gained
Speak softly into the white abyss
For now im gone
And none has changed
poem by Robbie Squires
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Weep Day
I never went to the tropical island
Though everybody said they saw me there
And it wasnt me you punched a hole in
At the west german protest march
Simultaneous events dont happen
We are isolated temporally
And a part is never called the whole thing
Though it bothers us to know its so
Every man is made of two opinions
Every woman has a second half
And its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Yes, its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
I didnt write the words you hear me singing (didnt write the words you hear me singing)
I didnt sing the line before this one (didnt sing the line before this one)
You are not the one I was addressing (you are not the one I was addressing)
That person took a train to africa (africa)
Where he met the consulate from belgium
Who is now a buddhist in a cave
Who is pitching for the oakland raiders
Striking out the batter she became
Every man is made of two opinions
Every woman has a second half
And its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Yes, its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Yes, its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Weep day for urine man (weep day for urine man)
Weep day for urine man (weep day for urine man)
Weep day for urine man (weep day for urine man)
Weep day weep day
Weep day weep day
Weep day weep day
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sonnet: When
When trust is lost, how can things move forward?
When love is lost, how can friendship remain?
When hope is lost, living remains awkward;
When fairness lost, most men could turn insane!
When wealth is lost, it could be well regained;
When health is lost, life is only a bane;
When virtues lost, nothing is truly gained;
When peace is lost, dialogue must start again.
When mind is lost, how can one ever feign?
When man is lost, to trace him is quite sane;
When Will is lost, no man can live or reign;
When God is lost, all things we do in vain.
When soul is lost, the fear of Hell awaits,
And fail do we to enter Heaven’s gates!
8-11-2001
poem by John Celes
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She was much wiser than he knew.
He asked her for her heart and hand.
Which she agreed to readily.
He thought she did not understand.
His motives were mercenary.
She joined the aristocracy
became a Countess over night.
Which recued him from penury.
He thought that she was not too bright.
But soon discovered his mistake.
For trust funds still controlled her wealth.
There was no way that he could take
advantage of her using stealth.
She was much wiser than he thought
and kept control of the purse strings.
She gained the title that she sought.
She disbelieved his sweet nothings.
She had agreed to clear his debts
and this she was prepared to do.
Without the slightest of regrets.
Because she was entitled to
use her new title of Countess.
Which opened many doors for her.
But as for him he gained far less
than he had really bargained for.
Though not harassed by creditors
He finds his freedom is curtailed.
Like many would be predators.
He lost much more than what he gained.
There is a moral to this tale
When predators go head to head.
The weakest one is bound to fail
So do take head of what I’ve said.
Monday,17 May 2010 http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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That I Would Be Good
That I would be good even if I did nothing
That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down
That I would be good if I got and stayed sick
That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds
That I would be fine even even if I went bankrupt
That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth
That I would be great if I was no longer queen
That I would be grand if I was not all knowing
That I would be loved even when I numb myself
That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed
That I would be loved even when I was fuming
That I would be good even if I was clingy
That I would be good even if I lost sanity
That I would be good
Whether with or without you
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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In The Round Tower At Jhansi
A hundred, a thousand to one; even so;
Not a hope in the world remained:
The swarming howling wretches below
Gained and gained and gained.
Skene looked at his pale young wife:—
'Is the time come?'—'The time is come!'—
Young, strong, and so full of life:
The agony struck them dumb.
Close his arm about her now,
Close her cheek to his,
Close the pistol to her brow—
God forgive them this!
'Will it hurt much?'—'No, mine own:
I wish I could bear the pang for both.'
'I wish I could bear the pang alone:
Courage, dear, I am not loth.'
Kiss and kiss: 'It is not pain
Thus to kiss and die.
One kiss more.'—'And yet one again.'—
'Good-bye.'—'Good-bye.'
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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