Squish removes stress
Play or exercise;
Then sublimated is your aggression.
Craft or write;
Then sublimated is your anxiety.
Help or serve.
Then sublimated is your energy.
When you squish yourself,
Melts down your stress.
12.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Birth of love is certain
Love is fulfilled;
Love is sublimated;
Love is blighted;
Love is aborted;
Love is slaughtered.
Irrespective of ends,
Love is born
Whenever two agreeable
Mental gametes meet,
As a prelude to physical union.
11.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The temptress
The one who dresses to be a temptress,
Having sublimated in being so,
Finds no need to become an adulteress.
Glamourous ones aren’t scarlet-women.
04.05.2010
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Possession of love
He was much possessive of his wife.
She’d to listen to no other men.
She must move only with women.
He faked love lest she should seek out.
He faked love to block other men.
She sublimated her energy
In devotion to duties and deities.
Thus she went to yellow, sapless.
No more threats from any quarter.
Being safe, he abandoned her.
09.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In response to the challenge of strangers, sport arose as a sublimated representation of a community's armed might as well as its pride of place and clan.
quote by John Thorn
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Self made impotency
A dedicated dancer, a devoted worshiper,
An absorbed artiste and a renowned actress,
Having sublimated thus their libido
Ardently in the pursuit of their careers,
Have themselves gone indifferent to sex.
07.07.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The sublimated idealism of the Enlightenment, the spirit of the League of Nations and of the United Nations Charter have not proved strong enough to control the aggressive dynamism of nationalism.
quote by Christopher Dawson
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Thunderhead
I need a new way to express myself,
So you don't need to guess
What otherwise I'd say aloud
and watch it float just like a cloud.
High up above you like a thunderhead
But you would just look down instead
and you wait til' foggy skies ABATE,
and vapor clouds ALL DISIPATE.
And when with them all my words for you
Have softly sublimated too.
And you'll just hope that I've moved on
So you'll look up and find me gone.
song performed by by Phish
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The age of personal statues is gone. No personal statues shall be erected in the city or parks of Chandigarh. The city is planned to breathe the new sublimated spirit of art. Commemoration of persons shall be confined to suitably placed bronze plaques.
quote by Le Corbusier
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Poem is good with punch words
You can write poems in two ways.
You can write with stress on rhymes.
You can assert, choosing punch words.
The one pleases and the other hits.
02.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Poem 3 or The Sublimated Gardner
LOVE POEM 3
Or The Sublimated Gardner
When planting Viola today
Each made me think of you
Waiting for spring to bud
And open to my touch
Those velvet leaves of lucent shade
As your cheeks when they blush
Poached egg flowers made me smile
As I thought of your reaction
To that metaphor
Though the flowers are lovely as
Tritely named Forget-me-nots
But
Flaming Katie
Sexy Lexie
Love-in-in-a-mist or
Devil-in-a-bush
Will you walk with me in my garden?
poem by Thomas Golding
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Hatha Yoga
No kind of physical exercise
is superior to Hatha Yoga.
It gives you suppleness and sturdiness
It cleanses systems and stimulates glands
It preserves will-power and reserves energy.
It conserves stamina and retains youthfulness
It expands aura and adds to personality.
Then women can like you at any age.
What more?
06.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fresh Harvests
Neuroleptic liquids
Are dripping from the pipes,
Watering veg'tables
‘Til they're healthy and ripe.
The tranquilizing streams
Rushing in on the crops
Irrigate ceaselessly—
Flowing, never to stop.
All of the fresh harvests
Are kept under control.
Nature has been harnessed—
It's kept under control.
The land is fertilized
With processed compost soil.
The disinfected dirt
Should prevent any spoils.
Sublimated climates—
The seasons are sedate—
Make for better growing
While the plants procreate.
All of the fresh harvests
Are kept under control.
Nature has been harnessed—
It's kept under control.
Stabilize conditions
By commanding the air.
Plow the fields, sow the seeds,
Working so unaware
That calmer, compliant
Production will produce
Pesticide soaked plants
Washed in subtle abuse.
All of the fresh harvests
Are kept under control.
Nature has been harnessed—
It's kept under control.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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We are tamed impotent.
Without passion you cannot write about love.
Without lust you cannot write about sex.
All cannot write about love and sex.
All cannot enjoy reading about love and sex.
A half of us are ethic-abiding impotent.
25.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Making Good
No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success;
he may not own his roof-tree overhead,
He may be on his uppers and have hocked his evening dress -
(Financially speaking - in the red)
He may have chronic shortage to repay the old home mortgage,
And almost be a bankrupt in his biz.,
But though he skips his dinner,
And each day he's growing thinner,
If he thinks he is a winner,
Then he is.
But when I say Success I mean the sublimated kind;
A man may gain it yet be on the dole.
To me it's music of the heart and sunshine of the mind,
Serenity and sweetness of the soul.
You may not have a brace of bucks to jingle in your jeans,
Far less the dough to buy a motor car;
But though the row you're hoeing
May be grim, ungodly going,
If you think the skies are glowing -
Then they are.
For a poor man may be wealthy and a millionaire may fail,
It all depends upon the point of view.
It's the sterling of your spirit tips the balance of the scale,
It's optimism, and it's up to you.
For what I figure as success is simple Happiness,
The consummate contentment of your mood:
You may toil with brain and sinew,
And though little wealth is win you,
If there's health and hope within you -
You've made good.
poem by Robert William Service
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The morning is precious
The best part of the day
for one to exert energy
is the early hours of mornings
that we squander on daily chores.
Drop it. Do equipping jobs.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Essence of Azhaki (a tamil movie)
Thangamony and Shanmughom,
A loving pair diverged to suffer.
He had fortune and she, misfortune.
He had lovely spouse and she, a drunkard.
He met her, felt her and wept for her.
From the bed of rose, he thought of
thorn.
She ekes out; He weeps out.
She is coolly; He is gloomy
As a maid, she is hit, he doubly.
As her son is denied food,
He resolves to forgo his food.
She is more than his wife.
Her son is more than his.
Her humiliation is his humiliation.
As a widow, she is undisturbed
As a lover, he is perturbed.
He is not an ex-lover to her
But she is so, to him.
Her identity unfolds.
As his wife sulks
She flees their home.
He is upset.
Doubts are cleared.
His wife is reconciled.
He finds her son back
The son is backing home.
He is his foster father.
He cannot be the foster husband.
Her son and his daughter
Grow together
He could not live for her.
He wanted to live for her son.
His love for her
Is subtly sublimated on her son.
He does it with the hope
That she will return once
And see his gratitude.
If I were in his shoes
I would give her son my girl.
The love of
Thangamony and Shanmughom
Is the perfect example
For every ex-love pair.
31.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Multifaceted health
You must have strong bones;
Do isometric exercise.
You must have healthy heart;
Do jumps and runs.
You must have toned muscles;
Do pull ups and sit ups.
You must have energy stored;
Do breathe in and breathe out.
You must beat your stress out;
Do rotate your ankles and muse.
To enrich your reflex action
Play outdoor games.
02.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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God has no role on you
Everything is on move.
Nothing is constant.
All are subject to change.
Nothing is intact.
‘Cause and effect’ acts.
Matter turns energy;
Energy turns matter.
Nothing is lost;
Nothing is gained.
One is made of the other.
One comes off the other.
You and I are pebbles,
Beset by counter forces,
In the flow of unending rivers.
How we shape is not in our hand.
Who is to blame?
Who is to be rewarded?
The Almighty has no role
On the stage for the actors’ roll
The might of the situation prevails.
02.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Pseudo faith
The little boy complained to his father
Of his brother, who had beaten him.
Subsided his rages in his belief
That his father would punish him.
The God came into being thus
To the people who invoked Him
Whenever they were helpless,
Crippled with fear to solve for them.
Whether or not He punishes the guilty,
Whether or not He rewards the devotees,
The devotee feels relieved of anxiety
And is unburdened to go on tranquility.
26.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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