Thanks To Preservation
The one that chanced preservation
Gathers value and gains importance.
Faiths and scriptures are highly valued.
Saints and seers are richly revered.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Where do religions go?
The Prophet was born
to make people free;
To him people became slaves!
The Buddha was there
to denounce idol worship;
His idols people worship!
The Saints of the Jain appeared
to teach the subjects, ahimsa;
They forgot it on their rivals.
Jesus was born
to lead the people to service,
Which they do to pull other faiths.
Seers preach the Vedas
to annihilate ego of each,
except theirs that they grow.
Where do people take religions?
21.02.99, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gabriel's Message
The angel Gabriel from Heaven came,
His wings as drifted snow,
His eyes as flame; 'All hail,' said he,
'Thou lowly maiden Mary,'
Most highly favoured lady, Gloria!
'For known a blessed Mother thou shalt be,
All generations laud and honour thee,
Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold,'
Most highly favoured lady, Gloria!
Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head,
'To me be as it pleaseth God,' she said,
'My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name.'
Most highly favoured lady, Gloria!
Of her, Emmanuel, the Christ, was born
In Bethlehem, all on a Christmas morn,
And Christian folk throughout the world will ever say:
Most highly favoured lady, Gloria
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Shame’s role
Loyalty yields to self-preservation.
And gets the better of self-preservation
When shame overtakes self-preservation.
One would die for one’s shame in others’ eyes.
14.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A rolling stone gathers no moss, but it gains a certain polish.
quote by Oliver Herford
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Someone Who Is Really There For You
I know it might seem odd for you to have someone who is really there for you, but let me be there for you, let me help you with the discomfort of feeling valued so highly, of being cherished, loved and supported emotionally.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Photogenic
I have a fantastic photo
Of one once loved,
Cherished, revered, highly esteemed,
Thought of as wondrous,
As if a work of art.
Now all I have left is a work of art...
Once she was considered precious,
Sensational and sweet,
So courteous, considerate,
So fabulous a find...
Once she was courted daily,
Prayed about, regarded as special,
Seen as a reason to praise the Lord,
As if true love were assured...
Once she was all to be desired,
All to be longed for in this life,
As if her love was all there was,
Her kiss the ultimate bliss...
Once she was responsive,
Called me her friend,
Told me her secret thoughts,
Confided, opened up to me,
Let me in on her dreams...
Once and twice and thrice,
I dreamed of her, such dreams,
Such honourable dreams,
All seemed well in my dreams,
But they were just... dreams...
Once she let me know,
Friendship was all said and done,
Gone like yesterday's sunshine,
Well, that was it, then...
All over but the memories...
I have a fantastic photo
Of one once loved,
Cherished, revered, highly esteemed,
Thought of as wondrous,
As if a work of art.
Now all I have left is a work of art...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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In the South of California has gathered the larges and most miscellaneous assortment of Messiahs, Sorcerers, Saints and Seers known to the history of aberrations.
quote by Farnsworth Crowder
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Superiority is Beauty
Anything associated with
Social dominance and intelligence
Gains value and importance.
Fair skins and tallness are lovely.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Growing Greener doesn't produce money for farmland preservation or open space preservation.
quote by Ed Rendell
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If You Need Scriptures....
if you need scriptures,
read the scriptures written
on the walls of your soul!
read the scriptures written
in trees, in rocks, in rivers.
read the scriptures written
in the broken alley.
in the homeless man's eyes,
in the addict's desperation,
in the shuffle of jobless feet.
in the cry of the newborn baby,
in the lovers moan of fulfillment,
the scriptures written
in the sweet darkness of night,
in the jail cell,
in the picket line,
in the monk who sets himself
on fire for freedom and justice,
in all the colors of equality...
in the hungry child's hand reaching out...
read them, know them, be them!
life testifies to the living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Everything Once Familiar
A standard valued and a way of life lived,
Is crushing those with a fixed point of view.
Everything once familiar,
Known and kept in place...
Is slipping away faster,
Than anyone can retrace the importance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The basic drives
Self preservation and race preservation
Are the basic drives with which life is run.
All kinds of actions are their extensions.
Hence, selfishness cannot be uprooted.
06.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thirty five is still young.
A wish merits by where from it comes.
The news gains importance by its source.
A wish from the pet is not the least.
A wish to the pet can be the best.
Five and thirty be for you lucky
As before, with magic of the talisman.
Be thirtieth May to you a purring day.
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Preservation
Im preserving myself with make-up
Lookin in the mirror
Im preserving my life, I can take it
Shinin in the spotlight
Preservation, lookin in the mirror
Preservation, but they dont know that Im scrapin it all off
Every night
Im reserving my rights, reputation
Livin in a movie, its keepin me lookin right
When the secret is out to the public
Seein is believin, they still wanna be me at night
When the parts get shorter, the parties get harder
But thats alright
Preservation, lookin in the mirror
Preservation, but they dont know that Im scrapin it off
Every night
Theyre linin up to make their entrance
When the words out Im in town, theyre not nice girls
But thats alright
Theyre lookin so much better when the lights go down
But nice girls is just a frame of mind
Preservation, lookin in the mirror
Preservation, but they dont know that Im scrapin it off
Every night
(written by nazareth)
Copyright 1982 fool circle music limited
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A Highly Evolved Being
A highly evolved being
would not kill,
A highly evolved being,
would meditate and be still.
A highly evolved being
is “positively aware”
of everything including
birds in the air.
A highly evolved being
enjoys everything
and needs nothing.
They do not need see evil to be
“Postively Aware”.
For a highly evolved being
only shares,
and really cares
For all are ALL ONE,
from the same source,
For life becomes a meditation
and everything is a part of the whole,
everything works together
helping each other grow.
Grow and become the best
that they can be,
To be an effect on the future
and make it filled with merriness and glee.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Scriptures were written, not to make us astronomers, but to make us saints.
quote by Matthew Henry
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Who Says 'My Faith is Best
Who says ‘My Faith Is Best'?
They don't recognize what that faith is
They don't feel what is 'Soul of Faith'...
They are illiterate in all faiths...
As there is no faith which is best!
There are faiths who respect every race as humans,
Respect even those who are faithless!
Faith is having real faith in mankind
As it never intends harming any one.
People don't curse others because they aren't like thems,
Helping humans in every case.
There are faiths that say that females are half human
Although they are born from mothers like men!
So they are born from half,
Thus they are half of the half.
How can you believe in those humans
And call them a faithful race?
They cover their women in very ugly ways
So they can't see even their god's sunrays.
It's as if they rose from graves
To teach others they have special faiths.
They want everyone to cover like thems.
Faiths are faiths—
Understand...faith in your own talented way.
Don't repeat what others echolalialy say;
Believe in yourself and create your own faith.
Your faith must be based on harming no one else
As everyone will one day be no more than vestige,
And find happiness by what you created and helped.
That is to say, you're a creator,
Proud to create your own faith;
That is from your own cardiac and brain cells
Stay and believe!
Winter 2008
poem by Sylva Portoian
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Debate Or Facts Of Actuality
A separation of church and state?
How is that possible?
When both have been entwined in conflict.
With a united support,
That has defaced foundations.
And placed what has been valued,
In refutable disgrace.
A separation of church and state?
With a conservative preservation done,
To uphold 'lofty' standards?
And this is based upon...
What?
On debate or facts of actuality?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saints In Hell
They laughed at their gods
And fought them in vain
So he turned his back on them
And left them in pain
Now here come the saints
With their banners held high
Each one of them martyrs
Quite willing to die
Wake the dead, the saints are in hell
Wake the dead, theyve come for the bell
Cover your fists
Razor your spears
Its been our possession
For 8,000 years
Fetch the scream eagles
Unleash the wild cats
Set loose the king cobras
And blood sucking bats
Wake the dead, the saints are in hell
Wake the dead, theyve come for the bell
We are saints
In hell
We are saints
In hell
Were going down
Into the fire
Were going down
Into the fire
The streets run with blood from the mass mutilation
As carnage took toll for the bell
Abattoir, abattoir, mon dieu quelle horreur
For a time is was like second hell
Saints in hell
Saints in hell
The battle is over, the saints are alive
How can we all thank you, we felt so despised
Saints in hell
Saints in hell
Saints in hell
Saints in hell
Saints in hell
Saints in hell
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