The dearest
The one whose absence torments you
Than the one’s presence enchants you
Would be the one you are after.
The one need not be in return.
30.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Her absence too enthuses.
When I shared her presence, I was in exuberance.
When I left her, her absence kept me in excellence,
As I mediated on the essence of her presence,
Experienced in our romance, a rare occurrence.
Her presence and absence are charging me alike.
21.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be with me hating
Be sulky near
Rather than friendly away.
Nagging presence
Is better than soothing absence.
Whether you spell out or not
That you love me,
Be with me in terms
So that it will help me
To show to others that you love me.
17.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your absence makes no difference
Now and then on your vision I linger.
More often than not on your figure I ponder.
No matter, even in your absence you render
A ray of hope that my soul still wanders
Around and around your vision for a slender
Chance by which I can my love surrender.
Your countenance torments me, no wonder.
More in absence! It is your splendour.
Dispel my anguish.
Grant me salvation.
27.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Called To Duty (A Father's Letter Home, To His Daughters)
Called to duty-for honor, for family, for country, for freedom's sake-
To stay behind, to leave injustice be, is but a choice I cannot make!
In my absence, my precious family, home and all alone-without me;
Daddy misses you dearly-in this, please do not ever doubt me!
Dwell do I now, in a place, with a people, where hope seems forsaken-
To restore their faith, freedom, all else that has from them, been taken!
This place, these iniquities, they hardly seem fit, even for a pauper-
Stay I must, until my post is relieved or their rights, restored, proper!
Worry not for me though, my beloved, whilst in danger I may be-
My brothers-in-arms and God Almighty shall both look after me!
Know this my Angel, as you anxiously await my return, each night-
Nothing, and no one other, shall cause your absence from my sight;
A calling of this import only may cause me, from you, to part-
Whensoever I may, I shall return to you, wherest I left my heart!
Maurice Harris,11 November 2009
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Haunt The Horizon
The spectres of those
who once lived long ago
haunt the horizon
and walk until dawn.
We see them briefly
before they melt away
to return again
and reveal their presence
on another day.
22 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Learn Ramdas!
Learn Ramdas,
if one is either lost in the
memories of past which are dead
or
lost in thinking about unborn
future, surely one is absent in the
present!
living in the present,
is presence of mind,
living in the past or future is
absence of mind.... Just like Shakunthala lost in
memories got cursed,
for absence of mind!
Every moment we encounter
with various forces of nature,
we get cursed, for absence of mind,
either by imperfect souls,
or imperfect gods
or demons
those are one with
natural forces! Presence of mind and absence of
mind,
let us know which is more
helpful!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Autonomy
I am living without you because
of a terror, a farfetched
notion that I
can't live without you
which I must narrow down & quell,
for how can I live
worthy of you, in the
freedom of you limber engagements,
in the casual uptakes of your
sweetest compliances
if stricken in your presence
by what your absence stills:
to have you, I school myself
to let you go; how terrible
to buy that absence
before the fragrance of any presence comes:
but though I am living without
you, surely
I can't live
without you: the thought of
you hauls my heavy
body up,
floats me around,
gives my motions point, just the thought.
poem by Archie Randolph Ammons
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One’s presence immaterial
In your absence, in absence
of rejection, I felt not lonely.
In your presence, by indifference,
You drive me out to be lonely.
30.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The absence
Your presence has left,
Leaving in me an absence.
Your silence since leaving
Is causing disturbance.
The shadow behind your back
Show you to me in limelight.
You lure more by absence
With no cure for my penance.
05.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In The Absence of life
In the absence of life..........
Sweet sexy summer in a
angelic wind,
coming from south in
no harm yet the
sky till feel absence
In the absence of life.........
if i lost my life
in pleasing man, please
remember my Achille's heel
in a acrostic poem
In the absence of life.........
indeed no life is absence
in anyway, except
the world is absence.
poem by Senator alufalism
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Sonnet 60: When My Good Angel Guides Me
When my good angel guides me to the place,
Where all my good I do in Stella see,
That heav'n of joys throws only down on me
Thunder'd disdains and lightnings of disgrace:
But when the rugg'st step of Fortune's race
Makes me fall from her sight, then sweetly she
With words, wherein the Muses' treasures be,
Shows love and pity to my absent case.
Now I, wit-beaten long by hardest Fate,
So dull am, that I cannot look into
The ground of this fierce Love and lovely hate:
Then some good body tell me how I do,
Whose presence absence, absence presence is;
Blist in my curse, and cursed in my bliss.
poem by Philip Sidney
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 04
A thief paid a visit to the house of a pious man but, although he sought a great deal, found nothing and was much grieved. The pious man, who knew this, threw the blanket upon which he had been sleeping into the way of the thief that he might not go away disappointed.
I heard that men of the way of God
Have not distressed the hearts of enemies.
How canst thou attain that dignity
Who quarrelest and wagest war against friends?
The friendship of pure men, whether in thy presence or absence, is not such as Will find fault behind thy back and is ready to die for thee before thy face.
In thy presence gentle like a lamb,
In thy absence like a man-devouring wolf.
Who brings the faults of another to thee and enumerates them Will undoubtedly carry thy faults to others.
I did not notice that you are still there
Though you know it is me
That I am here a longer time
ahead of you
]
When you arrive
You pretend that
There is no
Presence of me
]
Do you love my absence?
Do you want me
To leave
Or you simply
Want a proof of your importance
]
That I notice you are here
And that it should be
Me first to say hello
to you
]
You always doubt my presence
My unequivocal
Love
]
Will it be you or her?
Or you and
Her?
]
Or just you
It is something till today
An equivocation
Equipoised.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imprints of You
To have known you even for an instant
To have seen you from afar
To have been graced by your presence
Your smile and your beauty
The sound of your voice reverberating
Soothing and refreshing
To have experienced your absence
And the ensuing darkness
And to have enjoyed the pleasure
Of your presence once again
My mornings suddenly rejuvenated
And you the joy and rejoicing of my life
There at my place of humbling
I depart now with joy having absorbed
The best and beautiful in you
I depart with imprints of you on my soul
Vestiges of your presence around me
And still the joy and rejoicing of my heart
As I look back to that place of humbling
poem by Oyekake Satty Joshua
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He that fears your presence will hate you absence.
quote by Thomas Fuller
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He who maligns you in your absence is afraid of your presence.
We Promised There Would Be A Return
Why the somber and solem looks?
The dark suits?
And the meshed veils,
Covering the women's faces.
'We are celebrating the return to our values.'
This reminds me of a funeral procession!
'You have forgotten traditions once highly esteemed.
Soon we will return to them.
And it will be as if,
You had been awakened from a nightmarish scheme.'
I am sorry.
This is just too much darkness.
'You see! ?
How much discipline you have been missing?
We promised there would be a return.
And here we are.'
What you represent has an absence of fun!
In fact,
What you propose is quite scary.
'What is more important?
Image?
Or the implementation of rules and proper etiquette? '
Ugh.
Ugh!
MOMMY?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Father's Prayerful 'Conversation' With His Daughters
I wonder: do you yet know the power and import of prayer?
I ponder upon this, as surely you long too, for my presence there!
I miss thee as no means of word may properly expound;
The depths of my heart's lamentation is truly profound!
Upon that wretched day, lo so long ago, it was ripped to shred,
Each new day whereupon I lack thee, is a day I do dread!
Those that have sighted thee, tell me of your grace and lightness,
This is little consolation, I yearn still witness of your ladylikeness!
Nary a moment does pass whence thoughts of thee are not near,
Daddy is fighting for both of us-of this have not, any fear!
My return to thee is written by Him, it is all of which I ruminate;
What hath been imposed upon us is loathsome, this does obviate!
He said unto me: 'My child, much pain I have brought to bear
To assure you, the import of the child for which you shall again care;
For she is the most obvious form of the love I have for thee;
Nary is there to draw compare to the fidelity of thine own-she
Too, for thee, though comprehension full escapes her yet,
She doth pray for same, and has, since last you each met!
Her's is a devotion sans pareil, I question it not for one moment,
Each is ameliorate due the other-soon you shall see My affordment! '
My beloved Daughter, as He hath spoken, unto me and thee, same-
We each may take comfort in what remains to come, not, what came;
Our past is but a prologue, for our future's unity is indeed, bright;
Restored, our covenant-then, e'er, you shan't be taken from my sight!
As we do await this, our reunion, ponder upon memories, precious-
This shall allay any all moments you may have of my return, anxious;
In my absence, I assure thee, nary is there, than you, more import-
I, as you, am exceedingly anticipatory of our impending consort!
Maurice Harris,29 November 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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Absence polishes passion, presence reinforces it.
Accident, n.: A condition in which presence of mind is good, but absence of body is better.