That is why they are great.
Elsewhere merciless, one is merciful.
Elsewhere being mean, one is generous.
Elsewhere biased, one is.impartial.
Great men’s smallness is shut to the mass.
08.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Baby Blues
(bth australian version)
I wonder whats happening to me
Things are changing so dramatically
Ill search for you, youre not really there
Still I wonder knowing that you do care
I shut up, I shut up, I shut up, I shut up
I shut up, I shut up, I shut up now
I shut up, I shut up, I shut up, I shut up
I shut up, I shut up, I shut up now
I shut up now, I shut up now
I shut up now, I shut up now
He is the best thing to come my way
Perfect picture baby blues in my day
He is the best thing to come around
Sleeping in his cradle safe and sound
I shut up, I shut up, I shut up, I shut up
I shut up, I shut up, I shut up now
I shut up, I shut up, I shut up, I shut up
I shut up, I shut up, I shut up now
I shut up now, I shut up now
I shut up now, I shut up now
Baby blues, baby blues
Baby blues, baby blues
Baby baby, baby blues
Baby baby, baby blues
Sha la la, sha la la, sha la la, sha la la
Sha la la, sha la la, sha la la, sha la la
Sha la la, sha la la, sha la la, sha la la
Sha la la, sha la la, sha la la, sha la la
Sha la la, sha la la, sha la la, sha la la
Sha la la, sha la la, sha la la, sha la la
song performed by by Cranberries
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Weapons of Mass Destruction
The Holy Roman Empire and Alexander The Great
Exterminate the globe, with extreme prejudice,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The European Inquisition, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The Holy Christian Crusades, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The Manifest Destiny and land expansion, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Globalization and commercialization of the many rain forests,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Comprehensive sanctions is economic violence,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The procreation of religion and God, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Democratizing the whole world, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The extermination of The Iroquois Confederation, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
World domination the salvation of, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
War, is the greatest Weapon of Mass Destruction
The justification for annihilation of, The Constitution
The constitution of retribution, the absolution of, A Weapon of Mass Destruction.
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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Wisdom
To know when to be generous
And when to be firm
And to know with whom to be generous
And with whom to be firm
Is wisdom that knowledge can’t give.
18.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Not A Day Dream!
The slanting earth and the stationary Sun are too biased,
When they rotates on a monotonous speed,
The people flourish in numbers on the infertile land,
Where the partiality of the earth is shown as drought,
The people nourish their nerves in the fertile land,
Where the earth provides them with good climate,
Poorer are the people where the sun shows his smiling face,
Richer are them, when obedient Sun plays hide and seek,
When the flood washes away the cities in certain places,
The economy is revived through building better houses,
When the drain water flood need the life of pitiful human,
The water born diseases and mosquitoes are on the game,
When the sun is too prejudiced showing his intensity,
The earth is equally unfair with five weapons of massacres,
Be impartial and not to follow the biased natures,
We are the human and we will control all of these,
Keeping all of these under our finger tips and make,
These to do what we want, no more catastrophes.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The observation of others is coloured by our inability to observe ourselves impartially. We can never be impartial about anything until we can be impartial about our own organism.
quote by A.R. Orage
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Desire for security keeps littleness little and threatens the great with smallness.
Freshness counts
The new one, though inferior,
Will replace the existing one
Well before it is to wear out.
Human value is merciless.
30.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Close Your Eyes
Close your eyes and shut out the sun
Or else select the site sans electricity
May be the wilderness of Terrai, in the still of the night
Listen to the Sounds of Silence
May be the hum of the cricket likens it
And you might feel that the mass of energy that you are and the mass of energy that the distant divan is
Which you dont see and you know it is there
Or else the mass of energy that the yonder tree is in silhouette are identical
And you are a part of a continuum that streches beyond the dingy lane
And the tree scape and the land scape and sky scape and beyond
And may be you might communicate with the dark mass called the Great Attractor to which the world of tongue and touch rushes desparately
The Being there with its unquenchable thirst drinks deep in boundless manna
The nothingness which is our bridegroom feeds on you then
And you forget you father's name and lose all your grossness
Enjoy yourself if you are a masochist
If you are a masculine, this is no news for you
But for others if such information comes true
What should be the remuneration of the poet?
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.
quote by Victor Hugo
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Deconstruction
We talked up all night
And still came to no conclusion
We started a fight
That ended in silent confusion
And as we sat stuck
You could hear the trash truck
Making its way through the neighborhood
Picking up the thrown out
Different from house to house
We get to decide what we think is no good
We're sculpted from youth
The chipping away makes me weary
And as for the truth
It seems like we just pick a theory
Ah it's the one that justifies
Our daily lives
And backs us with quiver and arrows
To protect openings
Cause when the warring begins
How quickly the wide open narrows
Into the smallness of
Our deconstruction of love
We thought it was changing
But it never was
It's just the same as it ever was
A family of foxes
Came to my yard and dug in
So i looked in a book
To see what this could possibly mean
Yeah cause there's fate in the breeze
Signs in the trees
And possible tragic events
When forces collide
With the damage strewn wide
And holes blasted straight through the fence
Oh the sky starts to crash
(into the smallness of)
The rain on the roof starts to drumming
(our)
And laid up like cash
(deconstruction of love)
Your take on my list of shortcommings
And now the show starts to close
(the show)
I know how this goes
(starts to close)
The plots a predicatable showing
And though it seems grand
We're just one speck of sand
And back to the hourglass we're going
Back to the smallness of
(into the smallness of)
Our deconstruction of love
(our deconstruction of love)
We thought it was changing
But it never was
We're still in the smallness of
(into the smallness of)
Our deconstruction of love
(our deconstruction)
We thought it was changing but it never was
Our deconstruction of love
Our deconstruction of love
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Susan is just great. I know I'm biased, but she's a great actress.
quote by Tim Robbins
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Death, be not proud!
Death, don’t think that you are the great.
Can you defy the suicides?
You are slave to many masters.
The king orders punishment.
Chance and accident take their toll.
Murders and war cause many deaths.
When a snake bites or a beast gulps,
Death occur; the pest too eats up.
They all happen not at your wills.
Fate kills the youth and poor maidens.
Death, don’t boast that you are the great.
Be calm; you are slave to the God.
Of course I fear you, not the God,
For you are merciless unlike the God..
[Inspired by the poem with the same title by John Donne 1572-1631
29.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Moments
a life
a single life
our lives
follows
follow dignified bearings
compass bearings
charted
upon self set course
chosen
by a moment
those significant
moments
moments
mere fleetings
moments
moments
seeded upon cast wind
of our own actions
actions
which we shall be
accountable for
for for
the duration of
our lives
upon great
moments chosen
conscience
wisely are
our characters
our reputations
won
upon
smallness
smallness
of a single
solitary act
can a single
act ungoverned
our characters
reputations
can be
lost forever
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Get Up. Shut Up. And Move
Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
If you want things to improve,
You've got to...
Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
Nobody's living their life for you.
While you sit back,
To approve what they do!
Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
Nobody is here to pamper you.
You've been much too spoiled,
And selfish too!
Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Is the Greatest
God Is the Greatest
The Greatest
So that
No one
Can tell
How Great
He is
Greatest
Than
Greatest
And
Ramadan
Is the Generous
Of
The Generous
Peace Be
Upon All
&
He Is
The Most Generous.....
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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There is no such thing as an impartial jury because there are no impartial people. There are people that argue on the web for hours about who their favorite character on ""Friends"" is.
quote by Jon Stewart
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All my experience of the world teaches me that in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, the safe and just side of a question is the generous and merciful side.
quote by Anna Jameson
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Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder” (The Billion-Dollar Question)
We must all stay aware…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder….,
It’s been increasing for years….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Can’t dare turn our backs….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
It’ll sneak up and kill us…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
It’s hard to believe and conceive….
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
That’s why so many are blind….,
To the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !
We’ve seen the bloody attacks…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
So we must face the facts….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Yes they’re after us all…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
Their radical religion condones it….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Can we control it or stop it….,
So it won’t go any further….? ? ?
That’s the billion-dollar question….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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They Do Not Seek Publicity
There are those who give,
With such positivity!
And with just one purpose...
To encourage others.
They do not seek publicity,
For their good deeds.
Nor do they anticipate in waiting,
For those they assist to express appreciation.
They are here to give!
With the service to others,
They do so well.
And those blessings they receive.
Dedicated to:
Andrea Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Shayla Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Leola McCrory...Windsor, Connecticut
Edna Vinters...Bloomfield, Connecticut
Sandra Lindsay...Hartford, Connecticut
Virginia Pertillar...Hartford, Conencticut
'Okay! Okay...so I am biased.
They just happen to be,
Some of the most dynamic women...
I am blessed to know.
Is my smile too broad that it doesn't show? '
So proud am I.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fire On The Hills
The deer were bounding like blown leaves
Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire;
I thought of the smaller lives that were caught.
Beauty is not always lovely; the fire was beautiful, the terror
Of the deer was beautiful; and when I returned
Down the back slopes after the fire had gone by, an eagle
Was perched on the jag of a burnt pine,
Insolent and gorged, cloaked in the folded storms of his shoulders
He had come from far off for the good hunting
With fire for his beater to drive the game; the sky was merciless
Blue, and the hills merciless black,
The sombre-feathered great bird sleepily merciless between them.
I thought, painfully, but the whole mind,
The destruction that brings an eagle from heaven is better than mercy.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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