So I did.
I kissed her child as she expected.
I praised my host as he expected.
I praised his work as I am supposed.
They wanted to be fooled so I did.
26.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Certainly my parents were a huge influence. They always expected the most out of all of us. And expected us to do our very best. I'm thankful to them for allowing me to do what I wanted to do.
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Expecting
Your mouth said this never
but your fingers have shown me
that your head is so clever
you claim that you own me
forever
You have the right to conduct me
in whatever fashion
your attempt construct me
in the interest of passion
you sent me
to toledo
I came back with handfulls
I did what you asked me
but after the thank yous
that you quickly got passed me
Im expected
youre expecting
Im expected
expected
song performed by by White Stripes
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Too Much Is Expected
No one...
Given life to breathe,
Is born with a cold heart.
Beating with a rhythm,
That is ready to freeze.
No one...
Should be expected,
To show warmth and love.
If none has been surrounding one...
Being expressed.
Or shown to one how that's addressed.
No child learning to crawl, walk and talk.
Grows into an adult...
Prepared with maturity.
Or an accountability.
If no examples of that were ever there!
How is one expected to become aware?
Too much is expected.
From those who have been neglected.
And too much for too long goes undenied...
By one feeling insecure and desperate inside.
With no one to confide in...
From a shattering that goes on alone.
And kept condoned to grow unknown outside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A deadly hit
She failed to make it
It did hurt and deadly hit
I knew she will come
I was ready to welcome
It was her desire
She wanted something to acquire
It was not at all expected
She had high regards and respected
I wanted her not to weep
Consoled her all the time to keep
Clam posture with no concern
It can be any body’s turn
I heard her woes and felt sorry
She was passing time with great worry
She had all the way kept thinking
Unfortunately she was out for sinking
What was I expected to do?
Alley the fears and attempt to woo
One should always stand by in crisis
This should be words of promises
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Epitaph On A Disturber Of His Times
We expected the violin's finger on the upturned nerve;
Its importunate cry, too laxly curved:
And you drew us an oboe-outline, clean and acute;
Unadorned statement, accurately carved.
We expected the screen, the background for reverie
Which cloudforms usefully weave:
And you built the immaculate, adamant, blue-green steel
Arch of a balanced wave.
We expected a pool with flowers to diffuse and break
The child-round face of the mirrored moon:
And you blazed a rock-path, begun near the sun, to be finished
By the trained and intrepid feet of men.
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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One should expect that the expected can be prevented, but the unexpected should have been expected.
quote by Norman Ralph Augustine
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It is an endless procession of surprises. The expected rarely occurs and never in the expected manner.
quote by Vernon A. Walters
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How My Household Works
Before you use me in any manner,
To bolster and advantage your lifestyle.
With a reference to have other folks believe,
They can call to get an endorsement for you...
From me.
You better call to remind me who you are.
FIRST!
Especially if we met just briefly.
And I impressed you,
As someone who could be tricked and fooled.
Since there has been many disappointed,
Who believed I was easy to deceive.
It must be the way my sincerity reeks.
And if people are calling me,
To supply you a free testimony.
I know you don't know me at all!
Since I see the value in scratching backs.
With a quench of my thirst.
And a payment expected to treat as dessert.
That's how I keep on the lights.
And managed to nibbled on what I like at nights.
AND how my household works.
If I am expected to assist 'your' life with 'perks'.
Someone,
Like you...
Might wish to consider this first!
With a clear understanding of my well-being.
If you seek to use me to promote your 'scene'.
'I'm sorry.
You have the wrong number.
I know of no one by that name.
It's okay!
There has been no inconvenience.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Is God, That God Needs To Be Praised?
WHO IS GOD THAT GOD NEEDS TO BE PRAISED?
Who is God that God needs to be praised?
Who are we that we are worthy of praising God?
Isn’t this Praise a form of flattery?
And how can God possibly want or need it?
We may need to praise-
Out of Gratitude
We may need to thank God
For all our blessings,
But does God want us to be flatterers
Who think to be rewarded for our praise?
I need to thank God
In that need is the Praise
But Praise alone
Makes both God and me
Seem unworthy.
I thank God
For having given me
This Poem.
If it is a poem.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Plenty Of Shared Lip Service
Those unfamiliar with leadership,
Should not be expected
To understand it.
There are more accustomed,
To being followers.
And it can be annoying,
To hear them whining.
Bickering amongst themselves,
In footsteps from behind.
One who leads,
Hardly sleeps or properly eats.
Thinking of the whole as one entity,
And not several pieces to see pleased.
One who leads,
Had to learn to listen.
And those who have no idea what this means
Often pass judgement,
With a seeking to do it.
At every given opportunity.
Those unfamiliar with leadership,
Should not be expected.
To understand it.
What 'can' be expected from those unaware,
Is plenty of shared lip service.
And a volunteering of their mocked despair.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unlucky In Love
Love comes to some,
And stares them in the face.
It is not recognized for what it is...
And quickly it becomes replaced.
Some prefer to be chased.
As if what is sought,
Should be pursued.
While others believe
True love should be hard to get.
And they do what most folks do...
Complain!
Leaving love to remain distant.
And declaring themselves...
Unlucky in love.
Dissatisfied with what they had.
Since what was given unconditionally...
Was determined too easy to receive.
Too imperfect.
With flaws they had to reject.
Although it is expected...
Every blemish they have,
Should be praised, respected
Overlooked and not inspected.
'The grass always looks greener on the other side.
Until someone realizes,
It just does not appear that way...
Without some maintenance done to it every day! '
~There you go again...
Mentioning something,
That makes absolutely no sense.
Who wants to work that hard?
Trying to impress someone...
On the other side of the fence?
To convince? ~
Love comes to some,
And stares them in the face.
They don't want it as it is...
They wish for it to be served,
Like a meal prepared to taste!
Nibbling what they choose...
And leaving the rest to go to waste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love is elusive.
Love – we don’t give
In expected measure
Nor do we get
In expected measure.
The world has never been happy.
13.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Entitlement
They are praised and much rewarded...
For enhancing steps,
To fill and stock treasure chests.
And doing what it takes,
To obtain high grades...
To please those who have raised them!
With teased comforts valued,
And whatever gadgets added...
To assist their upward mobility with an ease,
They hope to have made.
These spoiled offspring discover soon...
The meaning of entitlement to ensure dreams,
As if they were kings and queens heaven sent!
Splurging lives lived only for money spent...
Securing lifestyles for themselves,
That has been ordained and meant for them...
And no one else!
Prepared they do to leave their homes for schools.
With a pressure to receive BA, MA and Doctorate degrees.
And draped at graduation with caps and gowns...
Proud they have escaped,
A mental poverty believed erased!
Dropping on the marketplace...
To chase delusions,
Craving wealthy solutions!
Concluding they are the brightest of stars!
They are then expected to feed,
A perception of ancestral need to thirst for greed.
To display a kind of self contained respect.
Accepted and expected from these knowledgeable minds...
As others left behind are snubbed,
In an ignorance protected not very hard to find!
And again and again...
This 'system' fed has no end!
They are expected to feed,
A desired taste that promotes a qualified greed.
Commonly endorsed to land them on plateaus.
As they watch from glass towers...
The snacking of those trapped!
Lured and attracted within competitions to match,
A sitting in the lap of luxury...
And entertained by conquests,
That sustains and distracts
From a lack of accountability...
No one is prepared to approach or address!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Deliver A Baby
I am with child and i am in pain,
So why should i desire you in the night? !
I am with child and i am about to deliver a baby,
But my spirit within me will seek after you always;
And gone are the days that you came and used my nakedness,
For this expected child is the bond between us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Child In Me
I am a full-grown man
With a wife and children
A good job to do
Have all that I need
People think
I have lot of experience
To share with others
I give to them
What is expected from me?
But do not hide
The child in me
At times
I cry and laugh like him
Ask questions
As a child does
Play and behave like him
I know
Childhood cannot return
But the child in me
Takes me back
To the carefree
World of A child
No matter,
How old I become
I do not want
The child in me to die
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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I am o.k. you are o.k.
‘I lost my pen’
‘Don’t worry, I shall get you one’
A child like question
And an expected parental reply.
I am o.k., you are o.k.
‘I lost my pen’
‘I know you will do only that’
Parent reply belied the question.
I am o.k. You are not o.k.
‘I lost my pen’
‘You can borrow from me’
A child-like question.
An adult like answer.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘Is the bus late?
‘Which bus comes in time?
An adult seeking an adult
But received a parent reply.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘Is the bus late? ’
‘Yes, heard only ten minutes’
Both responded as adults.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘Let us play hide and seek’
‘Yes, let me hide first’
A child sought from a child
And received it.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘Let us play hide and seek’
‘No, this is not the time’
The reply is parental
And belied the question.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘Let us play hide and seek’
‘Yes. Then we should read’
A child and an adult reaction
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘You should not smoke’
‘Yes. I shall cut it’
A parental question.
An adult reply.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘You should not smoke’
‘First, you cut your chewing’
A parental question
Seeking a child answer
But was belied.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘She should be taught a lesson’
‘ Yes, otherwise she will worsen’
A parent seeking a parent and got.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘I love you.’
‘I can’t forget you.’
Both are adult,
Expecting and receiving
As adults. I and you are o.k.
‘I love you’
‘Shh.. Others may watch”
A child’s reply to a child
Both are o.k.
‘I love you’
‘Bitch! Go to hell; I’ll report’
A parental reply, instead.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘I love you.’
‘I think you misunderstood.’
Both behaved as adults.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
You be the way you are expected.
You are then o.k. to others.
When others fail to be the way
You expected, you reason for it.
Others will be o.k. to you.
Then where is the individuality?
27.01.2000, Kottayam
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Child In A Man
Testosterone muscled men have,
The Top and the center, the caves,
Something is there to do the basic,
Nothing is there to think angelic,
Given the work, they do sincerely,
As the kids in the play school aviary,
The children long to be praised,
The children need to be reminded,
The children want to be around,
The loving hearts that care,
In each and every man, there is a child,
That long for the love of a mother,
When the women identify that child,
They have the responsible man in the household,
When the women take good care of that child,
They have the obedient handyman in the household.
When the women try to be funny with that child
The child will be the runaway kid,
Likes to play truant, shows the authority,
Displays tantrums and becomes juvenile delinquent.
Identify and rear that child efficiently..
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Practicing Tact
Practicing tact,
May work for those...
Who are expected to control,
Certain environments.
But old fashioned tactics,
To hold one's attention...
Today does not work.
Have you tried to teach,
A classroom of students...
Who have been fast food supplied,
And gone beserk?
Or listened to a parent who cries upon a visit...
Not understanding 'why' their 'babies',
Are locked up in a prison?
To then be told,
They should be held accountable...
For raising irresponsible children.
And when this is tried...
Some authority from the 'outside',
Tells them their methods applied...
Are not acceptable to 'standards'.
And their actions are denied!
Practicing tact,
May work for those...
Who are expected to control,
Certain environments.
However...
Practice does not make perfect,
If those allowing dysfunctions to exist...
Insist ideals more valued,
No one from them should run and hide.
Although laws created,
Protects a downslide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child's name and how old he or she is.
quote by Erma Bombeck
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Stop!
Stop
Asking
Questions
Why people
Didn't do
What you
Wanted them
To do…
Were you
Able to do
What you
Always
Wanted to
Do…
And what
People
Expected
Of you?
(Poem themed on Expectations)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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