Satan and God
Sans sound, silence is not there.
Sans darkness, light is not there
Sans man, woman has no value.
Sans Satan, the God has no role.
24.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rencontre
Passant mêle à ta vie l'orgueil et la bonté
Surmonte l'ennemi et bois à sa santé
Honore ton outil sans le laisser inerte
Brise-le par amour au moment de ta perte
Et méprise ceci Jouir sans en pleurer
La vigne sans ivresse et le champ sans ivraie
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Man is not whole, sans woman
Body sans soul is a corpse.
Soul sans body is ether.
Man is the corpse.
Woman is the soul.
Both together make life.
The corpse deteriorates.
But the ether exists.
Sans woman, man decays;
Sans man, woman stays.
Woman qua volunteer to Gandhiji,
woman qua adopted daughter to A.B. Vajpoyee,
woman qua daughter to Pandit Nshru
lent to respective men the soul.
26.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Female rules
Woman is a pot and man is a lid.
The lid sans the pot is of little use
And the pot sans the lid is still of use.
Woman unlike man can live alone.
5.05.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Eyes Without A Face
I'm all out of hope. One more bad break could bring a fall.
When I'm far from home don't call me on the phone to tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive. It's easy to tease. But hard to get release.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
I spend so much time believing all the lies to keep the dream alive.
Now it makes me sad. It makes me mad at truth for lovin' what was you.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Your eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Your eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face.
And now it's getting worse. Yeah.
song performed by by Scooter from Encore (Live & Direct)
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Real freedom
Franchise freedom sans political freedom,
Political freedom sans societal freedom,
Societal freedom sans economic freedom.
Economic freedom sans marital freedom,
Marital freedom sans sexual freedom
Is no freedom you grant women.
24.01.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pigalle II - 0050 - Current French Version
Oui, je suis
chaque nuit
sous la pluie
sans ami,
sans abri
sans sous - si!
Qui sourit
contredit
cœur, esprit,
de la vie,
se détruit
se salit.
Viens chéri!
Viens ici!
Allons-y?
Qui jouit?
Vers minuit
ça suffit!
Si on suit
vers délit
c'est au lit
vers aussi,
vite on vit
des soucis.
Pauvre fille,
vivre ainsi
à Paris
si pourri:
mais, tant pis,
sans repenti
c'est reparti!
(25 October 2006)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Woman is a vessel
Woman is incomplete without man.
Man is not complete without woman.
Woman is a pot and man, a lid.
She is a pot sans lid and he, a lid sans pot
.19.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Only Leaves!
Will there be fruits without flowers?
Will there be flowers without leaves?
But in my garden only leaves grow
Without flowers and fruits ever!
Selfish growth will mar healthy society!
It will be like westward rush for gold
Where everyone fights with gun to kill
One another along with joy and fun ever!
Competition sans cooperation kills joy!
Animal lust cannot sustain divine love
Making joy bloom as flowers in garden
To make joy rule life forever in bliss!
Life sans good company as desert sans oasis is
Stock piling of wealth sans none to share joy!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Sonnet- Things Change In Life
The more we climb, the more we leave behind;
To gain virtues, we must give up vices;
Each stage, we must maintain our peace of mind;
Good deeds, more temptations sure entices.
The more we climb, the fear of fall is more;
So, reinforce yourself at every stage;
Effort is more to open heavier door;
Sometimes, life's challenges, we must engage.
Sans sacrifice, great feats can't be achieved;
Sans risks and challenges, we can't do things;
Sans analgesics, pain can't be relieved;
Sans struggle, Life not much advancement brings.
The state of mind must change from woe to joy;
We ought to change some day to man from boy.
poem by John Celes
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No Longer Celia But Aliena
anatomize Selena Celia
Celestina bright
forsaken
abandoned
for the sake of power
the star
who never really shone
unless touchstoned
in fools armours wit
the star amourouse
the star mort
sans life
sans closeness
sans beautitude
'No longer Celia but Aliena'
xenos living across the vast sky
Quotation taken from William Shakespeare 'As you like it'
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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see beauty in strength
giant of creation stands still
sans hunters sans fear
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (04 August 2008)
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Eyes Without A Face
Im all out of hope
One more bad dream could bring a fall
When Im far from home
Dont call me on the phone
To tell me youre alone
Its easy to deceive
Its easy to tease
But hard to get release
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
I spend so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For loving what was you
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
When you hear the music you make a dip
Into someone elses pocket then make a slip.
Steal a car and go to las vegas oh, the gigolo pool.
Hanging out by the state line,
Turning holy water into wine
Drinkin it down
Im on a bus on a psychedelic trip
Reading murder books tryin to stay hip.
Im thinkin of you youre out there so
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Now I close my eyes
And I wonder why
I dont despise
Now all I can do
Is love what was once
So alive and new
But its gone from your eyes
Id better realise
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face
And now its getting worse.
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Sweet Memories
Mesmerizing glimpse of sweet reminiscence
With you sting heart and nonsense
All life and happiness,
And left alone in life race.
And, swaggering you with other one,
Propgate envy in this soul one,
And you grinning at another,
Grimaced me and left alone further.
And with discarded heart and feeling,
See way and kept on waiting;
With tears and woe,
O Almighty! This doesn't happen even to foe.
And your memories left me,
Sans Joy, Sans Happiness, Sans Yummy.
poem by Indrajeet Mishra
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The Unusual Cradle Of Fun
'school is fun', seemed
weird coming out of a
4th grader.
ask why and you'll have
it crisp, 'i have friends
and teachers are game'.
she reaches 8 grade and
fights over petty issues
then her friends come up
and provide her, with tissues.
think, this is cool?
but now thats the end
friends leave school
and she is left alone
they changed her class
they altered her interest
the one who cut classes
, now sat in those rooms
sans friends, sans fun
sans company, sans everything
from fun and learn,
it changed to bore and learn
inspiration is worth nothing
family gave her something,
probably the last hope to survive,
to learn and adjust;
now fun was only family;
'school is not fun', now seemed
weird coming out of a 10th grader.
poem by Taanya Khanna
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Sans Parents, Sans Amis
Sans parents, sans amis et sans concitoyens,
Oublié sur la terre et loin de tous les miens,
Par les vagues jeté sur cette île farouche,
Le doux nom de la France est souvent sur ma bouche.
Auprès d'un noir foyer, seul, je me plains du sort.
Je compte les moments, je souhaite la mort;
Et pas un seul ami dont la voix m'encourage,
Qui près de moi s'asseye, et, voyant mon visage
Se baigner de mes pleurs et tomber sur mon sein;
Me dise: 'Qu'as-tu donc?' et me presse la main.
poem by Andre Marie de Chenier
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Painful Effect Of Your Love
Thoughts of daydream, Swear of love,
With you, wrecked heart like sharp thorn,
And mesmerizing reminiscence of that strolling
Made heart like quarry and impell it to moun.
And memories of your sensual grin,
At my silliness and that roaming,
On that 'diluge full' eve'
Grimaced ma' heart, and
That droplets proves stingful tears now.
Shall you move ahead;
A corner in your heart,
Always missed a sensitive carer,
And felt that loneliness that can never be filled.
And not this only wreak me,
It also let your whole life
Sans happiness, sans love, sans Sweet Sweetheart.
poem by Indrajeet Mishra
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In The Moment
In the empty stands
Our champion sat.
Sans fans
and sans applause.
He mulled over
The match just past;
Its aces
and its flaws.
To have come so close
And not prevail-
A lesser man might cry.
But Murray knew the glory
That comes when Mortals vie.
He thought:
'I'm getting closer,
Than I ever have before'
A silver cup
At Centre court
Was the vision
That he saw.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Les Gens Sans Importance
Paroles et musique : Yves Duteil
(c) 1981 by les ditions de l'critoire
Capo II
Ce sont des gens sans importance
Avec des gestes quotidiens
Qui font renatre l'esprance
Et le bonheur entre leurs mains
Ce sont des gens sans artifices
Qui vous sourient quand ils sont bien
Et vont cacher leurs cicatrices
Parmi les fleurs de leurs jardins
Ils ont le coeur un peu fragile
Et la pudeur de leurs chagrins
Leur donne un doux regard tranquille
Un peu lointain
Ce sont des gens sans importance
Et qui parfois ne disent rien
Mais qui sont l par leur silence
Quand ils sont loin
Moi j'ai le coeur en plein Dcembre
L'ami Pierrot s'en est all
En emportant mes chansons tendres
Et ton pass
Et tous les mots sans importance
Qui rsonnaient dans la maison
Mais qui sont lourds de son absence
Dans ma chanson
C'est peut-tre ceux-l qu'on pense
Quand la mort vient rder pas loin
En emportant notre insouciance
Un beau matin
tous ces gens sans importance
Avec lesquels on est si bien
Qui font renatre l'esprance
Et sans lesquels on n'est plus rien
song performed by by Yves Duteil
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L'amour maternel
Fait d'héroïsme et de clémence,
Présent toujours au moindre appel,
Qui de nous peut dire où commence,
Où finit l'amour maternel ?
Il n'attend pas qu'on le mérite,
Il plane en deuil sur les ingrats ;
Lorsque le père déshérite,
La mère laisse ouverts ses bras ;
Son crédule dévoûment reste
Quand les plus vrais nous ont menti,
Si téméraire et si modeste
Qu'il s'ignore et n'est pas senti.
Pour nous suivre il monte ou s'abîme,
A nos revers toujours égal,
Ou si profond ou si sublime
Que, sans maître, il est sans rival :
Est-il de retraite plus douce
Qu'un sein de mère, et quel abri
Recueille avec moins de secousse
Un coeur fragile endolori ?
Quel est l'ami qui sans colère
Se voit pour d'autres négligé ?
Qu'on méconnaît sans lui déplaire,
Si bon qu'il n'en soit affligé ?
Quel ami dans un précipice
Nous joint sans espoir de retour,
Et ne sent quelque sacrifice
Où la mère ne sent qu'amour ?
Lequel n'espère un avantage
Des échanges de l'amitié ?
Que de fois la mère partage
Et ne garde pas sa moitié !
Ô mère, unique Danaïde
Dont le zèle soit sans déclin,
Et qui, sans maudire le vide,
Y penche un grand coeur toujours plein !
poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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Women Without Men!
Sans men, women aren’t beautiful.
They will starve for admiration.
Sans women, men are not handsome.
They will starve for acquisition.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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