The beauty put on cleverness.
Peter thought he was worthier than John.
John thought he was worthier than Peter.
Both were engaged in pursuit of love
For Jane, who encouraged both and slipped.
21.11.2009
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The Relativity
To leave John and move towards Peter,
I must hate John or love Peter more.
John must ignore, or Peter must lure.
Relations thrive in relativity.
(17.05.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Highly Inflammable
Highly inflammable
Waiting to explode
Neurotic tensions
Risen overflowed
You thought I was a woman
I thought you were a man
But I was Tinkerbell
And you were Peter Pan
Influenced by the fashion pages
Influenced by other's phrases
It ain't hip if you are retro
You're a pseudo quasi intellectual
Supreme equality
We used to compete
The right to decide
Is denied to the sheep
You thought I was a woman
I thought you were a man
But I was Tinkerbell
And you were Peter Pan
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Highly Inflammable
Highly inflammable
Waiting to explode
Neurotic tensions
Risen overflowed
You thought I was a woman
I thought you were a man
But I was Tinkerbell
And you were Peter Pan
Influenced by the fashion pages
Influenced by other's phrases
It ain't hip if you are retro
You're a pseudo quasi intellectual
Supreme equality
We used to compete
The right to decide
Is denied to the sheep
You thought I was a woman
I thought you were a man
But I was Tinkerbell
And you were Peter Pan
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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When Jane and I spoke out, people thought, What ungrateful children those two kids are to be that nasty about their father.
quote by Peter Fonda
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Peter Walking Upon The Water
A Word from Jesus calms the sea,
The stormy wind controls;
And gives repose and liberty
To tempest-tossed souls.
To Peter on the waves he came,
And gave him instant peace;
Thus he to me revealed his name,
And bid my sorrows cease.
Then filled with wonder, joy and love,
Peter's request was mine;
Lord, call me down, I long to prove
That I am wholly thine.
Unmoved at all I have to meet
On life's tempestuous sea;
Hard, shall be easy; bitter, sweet,
So I may follow thee.
He heard and smiled, and bid me try,
I eagerly obeyed;
But when from him I turned my eye,
How was my soul dismayed!
The storm increased on every side,
I felt my spirit shrink;
And soon, with Peter, loud I cried,
Lord, save me, or I sink.
Kindly he caught me by the hand,
And said, Why dost thou fear?
Since thou art come at my command,
And I am always near.
Upon my promise rest thy hope,
And keep my love in view;
I stand engaged to hold thee up,
And guide thee safely through.
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A young mountain climber named Peter,
On top of his form - a world beater,
At the foot of the Eiger
Came across a huge tiger
Now Peter's inside the man-eater.
(Written Oct 2012)
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The Ballad Of Peter Pumpkinhead
Peter pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around
Fed the starving and housed the poor
Showed the vatican what golds for
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for peter pumpkin
Wholl pray for peter pumpkinhead?
Oh my!
Peter pumpkinhead pulled them all
Emptied churches and shopping malls
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter pumpkinhead told the truth
But he made too many enemies...
Peter pumpkinhead put to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said
Any kind of love is alright
But he made too many enemies...
Peter pumpkinhead was too good
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood
He died grinning on live tv
Hanging there he looked a lot like you
And an awful lot like me!
But he made too many enemies...
Hooray for peter pumpkin
Wholl pray for peter pumpkin
Hooray for peter pumpkinhead
Oh my oh my oh!
Doesnt it make you want to cry oh?
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Worthier man and woman
She is such a woman
That women find her
Worthier than any woman
And men, the rarest of all women.
He is such a man
That men find him
Worthier than any man
And women, that the greatest of all.
She and he must be better match
But that really does not happen.
21.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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St. John, Apostle and Evangelist
The younger son of father, Zebedee,
And younger brother of St. James, the great;
His mother was Mary’s sister, Salome;
He was the disciple whom Jesus loved.
A fisherman like his father,
He fished in Genesaret Lake;
Called ‘Boanerges’ by Jesus,
Meaning ‘sons of thunder (anger) ’.
Born in Bethsaida, Galilee AD6,
One of twelve apostles of Christ;
A former disciple of St John, the Baptist,
A ‘half-cousin’ of Jesus Christ.
John was called Evangelist too;
A friend of Jesus, fast and thick;
He sat near Christ at Last Supper;
He went to jail with St. Peter.
Called ‘Apostle of Charity’;
St John the Theologian;
St John the divine;
He saw Peter heal the lame man.
He witnessed Jairus’ daughter being raised,
And was in Gethsemane with Peter;
He called Christ, the Lamb of God;
He was a ‘pillar of the Church’.
With Mary, John stood near the cross,
And Jesus said, ‘This is your son! ’
And to John, ‘This is your mother! ’
He saw Jesus when transfigured.
He ran with Peter to Christ’s grave,
Believing Him to have risen;
He recognized Jesus ashore,
When he appeared after He rose.
Thrown into a cauldron of boiling oil,
He did not suffer injury.
He was banished to Patmos isle.
He wrote his gospel at Ephesus.
He wrote the fourth Gospel;
He wrote three epistles;
The Book of Revelation (Apocalypse):
He founded churches in Asia Minor.
He died at AD 100 when,
He was extremely old by then;
He died on Sept 26th.
His feast is on Dec 27th.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 09-07-‘08
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Love’s purpose
Mary loved her son, John,
Whom Glory, his wife, loved most.
Both women are in loggerhead.
Their love is for acquisition.
John loved most his son, Peter,
Whom John’s wife too did equally.
The pair was in harmony.
Their love is for a joint venture.
19.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Death Of Peter Pan
The Death of Peter Pan
Peter Pan used to be black, he could sing and dance
and make jazz hands. He was so good that it made
sense to make him white, the world embraced him.
Everyone had a stake in him as he was transformed
into a pale ghost with a plastic nose, no one laughed
too much money at stake. Peter Pan liked children
too much for normal society to tolerate, but money
smoothed the way, but do not do it again.
Peter Pan was fragile doctors were always at hand to
give him injections that lifted his spirit and made him
feel good, and he needed more of it now that he was
middle aged, yet trying to look fourteen. His handlers
thought there was more money to wring out of his
tortured body. One, two, three, Peter couldn’t breath
collapsed in heap, and that’s a pity now that USA has
a black president and he could be himself again.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The images attempt to capture scientific thought. They represent the physical manifestation of the thought process. Everything in the laboratory is a product of a stream of conscious or unconscious thought.
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John Doe On A John Deere
(john rich/don cook/conley white)
I drove a beat up tractor down a one lane road
Pick her up early and away wed go
Down to the river by the edge of her daddys farm
We used to lay in the shade of a cottonwood tree
Back of my mind I thought shed be
The one whod spend forever in my arms
She said theres gotta be more to life
I dont wanna be some farmers wife
Dont want a john doe on a john deere
Theres a whole lotta boys like you around here
I wanna hear love songs in my ear
Dont want a john doe on a john deere
Not a john doe on a john deere
Well she packed her things and left this town
And I kept working this rock hard ground
Wondering if she ever thought about me
Then she called collect from san antone
Just to hear some news from home
She laughed about how good things used to be
This big city aint good for me
Ill meet you down by the cottonwood tree
I need a john doe on a john deere
There aint a lotta boys like you around here
I wanna hear love songs in my ear
I need a john doe on a john deere
Want a john doe on a john deere
I need a john doe on a john deere
There aint a lotta boys like you around here
I wanna hear love songs in my ear
I need a john doe on a john deere
Want a john doe on a john deere
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Double standard
Peter disputed with John
And invoked Ram’s helps.
Peter disputed with his sons.
And resented Ram’s offers
When a neighbour attacks,
The country opens its door.
When its subjects revolt,
It prefers to shut the door.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Washing up
'Grab a hold of that dish-cloth our Peter,
And give me a lift with these dishes;
We don't have a genie in this house
To help us, by giving three wishes.
It's manual labour our Peter,
A straightforward job in the sink;
A mountain of mucky old dishes
And then we can go for a drink.
Our Ena is ever so fussy though,
The glasses, they MUST be done first;
The cups and the plates are then easy,
The large greasy pans are the worst.'
'Put plenty of 'fairy' in Peter'
Said Fred, 'it will save you from scrubbing;
We'll soon have them spotless and shining
And then me and you can go clubbing.'
'Grab a hold of that towel our Freddie,
This mountain is now just a hill;
Just two more, then a colander Freddie,
And then I'll be on to the grill.'
Soon the hill was as flat as a pancake,
The dishes were done and all dry;
Fred and Peter were happy as sandboys,
To the boozer their feet would soon fly.
'Hey Ena! they're done, we have finished,
I told you we wouldn't get vexed; '
'Hey Peter, and Fred! no you haven't,
I told you, the ironing is next.'
(Written Jan 1996)
poem by John Carter Brown
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I heard my name associated with the Peter Pan syndrome more than once. But really, what's so wrong with Peter Pan? Peter Pan flies. He is a metaphor for dreams and faith.
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Her virtue was that she said what she thought, her vice that what she thought didn't amount to much.
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I thought 'God, what have I done?'... I realized I would be in serious trouble. I thought the best way out of the mess was to make sure she could not tell anybody.
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No philosopher understands his predecessors until he has re-thought their thought in his own contemporary terms.
quote by Peter Frederick Strawson
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Christmas At The Pearly Gates
Three men die on Christmas day
And then arrive at the pearly gates
St Peter starts to turn them away
Since his records say they’re reprobates
But since it was Christmas …well
He might let them in
If they had any symbol
of Christmas with them
The first had an ornament in his pocket
St Peter ushered him in
The second had pine needles on his shirt
St Peter bade him within
The third gentleman with a look of chagrin
Pulled out a pair of panties of green and red
“How do these represent Christmas? ”
Astounded, St Peter said
“Well Pete, I know you are familiar
With beautiful, Christmas carols
And these skimpies might seem to you
Simply as risqué apparel.”
“Well…These are Carol’s, ”
the man said with a grin
Saint Peter rolled his eyes…
And then let him in
poem by David Whalen
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