The Escapade
Escapade of love making
Is worth undertaking,
That gives much thrilling
Removing stress and strain.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stress and strain
To expect causes stress;
To accept eases stress.
To be aware brings strain;
To be away stalls strain.
27.12.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stress Away
Stress can be brought on by many ways
family fights, work, love, bills, illness
whatever it is it can make us or break us
to find a way to relieve the stress can be a pain
walks, talks, separations, meditations can help
we all find a way. by the way we clear our minds
the true answer is hidden inside our souls
till we find the answer, bad things happen
fights, separations, loneliness, mind games
it eats at our minds and drains our energies
from wandering minds thru sleepless night
appetites loses as well, depression sets in
we wonder is there no end, will something bend
minutes becomes hours days to month to years
for we need to find a cure, before it consumes us
craziness, lies, fights, works can hurt
to find a way, we must breathe and think
is it worth the hurt, the pain, the strain
things that happen can not be changed
maybe repaired by time, love, mind
don't let stress take your life away
once it does it's strain you'll never fulling recover from
walk away, clear the mind, a gentle laugh, a pleasant thought
to ease the stress, we will Learn and Live a better life
poem by Michael Peterson
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With What the Stress Has Taught
Though I have not a reason for my stress
The world begins to test me once again...
I love my life but now I must confess
That I would not mind if it were to end.
The mental tension has my life confined
And there is no nepenthe for my strain,
But still the life I love does ask my mind
To burn and blacken out in daily pain.
Why must the burden be too large to bear?
Why does it snap the spirit like a twig?
Why does the mind commit to such affairs
That give us but another grave to dig?
Though stress ignites the hell within my thoughts,
My life improves with what the stress has taught.
The president said that this is not removing a mole. You know, removing a mole, that's an outpatient sort of an operation. This was removing a cancer, removing a cancer takes more time.
quote by Gordon England
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Funny It Is!
Man is the creation of God
Machine is the creation of man
Man can be the master of machine
Funny it is he becomes its slave!
Man commands machine obeys
Machine demands man obeys
Man percieves machine performs
Funny it is he rarely transforms!
Man has his stress and strains
Machine has its stress and strain
Animal has its stress and strain
Funny it is man alone despairs!
Man thinks faster acts slow
Machine thinks not but acts fast
Man to control and machine to be controlled
Funny it is he feels weaker than the controlled!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Glass Shatters
The glass has a flimsiness, frailty of course,
Do not deceive me with fraudulence or fraud.
Glass shatters from impulses,
Glass has love for the actions,
This glass I hold and dropp reminds.
The frantic wept, as no other weeper,
The fraternity has evaporated,
Never the escapade of shattering glass
Has gone by without returning,
And so the glass has an escapade.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Stress removes stress
Stress your eyes to stare;
Stress your ears to listen;
Stress your brain to think;
Stress your belly to secrete.
Then they grow out of stress.
04.03.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Take My Advice
If your day, doesn’t go your way,
try not to sigh, but go apply
a cheerful grin,
stick out that chin,
and beat the blues.
You must refuse to let things drag you down,
don’t flag,
Let humour in,
and you’ll begin, to ease the strain,
which is the bane of your life, so,
let it all go.
Take my advice,
don’t pay the price that stress can bring,
we’ll sort this thing.
Just raise a smile,
It’ll be worth while.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Friendship
MR VAVROO VAHANA PATRA, ODISHA, INDIA, +919853390060
FRIENDSHIP
Friendship is an eternal brook of nectar-
Nectar of love and affection
Which friends drink with elation.
It is an everlasting gift of the creator.
Friendship is a rivulet of fraternity-
Of attraction and attachment,
Of sharing and caring.
Men may come and go but friendship lasts with eternity.
Friendship is an ever green plant on earth-
With love and deep roots,
Though sweet or bitter its fruits.
In times of stress and strain friendship proves is worth.
Thank you
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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If there is any one proof of a man's incompetence, it is the stagnant mentality of a worker who, doing some small routine job in a vast undertaking, does not care to look beyond the lever of a machine, does not choose to know how the machine got there or what makes his job possible, and proclaims that the management of the undertaking is parasitical and unneccessary.
Value
Love is making any
Not for good
Not for worth
Not for great
Love is making any
Not for wonder
Not for miracal
Not for....
Making for love is
Human living
Value of things...
The value is
Only for good heart....!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Artificial Verse - Parody William Cowper and Lucianus- Artificial Beauty
You give your verse a prosy st[r]ain,
with stress complete the air,
but vain attempts too often strain
and stress is in the air.
Those discords mock your daily toil,
no editors efface them,
and as blank lines from blank uncoil
its difficult to face them.
An art so fruitless then forsake –
which though you’d fain excel in –
you never may contrive to make
both form and sense flow well in.
8 December 1991
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Love 4 Fun
So you think you got it all worked out
And what youre searching for
Isnt what you found
Up in this world thats on the run
A lot of hits but only a few
Number ones
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
Im making good
On everything I said
So baby just relax
And let me do my thing
Up in my world you better run
Theres only room
For the few who can come
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
When you dont have a place to go
When everything feels the same
I can change what you think you know
Making love my way
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
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There is no problem that is not improved by effort, and no effort that is too paltry to be worth undertaking.
quote by Sam Waterston
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The First Step....
perhaps rather than
bombing a country's
nuclear sites,
or their troops deployed,
or their airstrips...
maybe, just maybe,
we should try removing
the gun from their hearts...
and the first step
is removing it from ours!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bunnies
Crushed in the arms...
Crushed in the arms of a bear.
Crushed in the arms...
Crushed in the arms of a bear.
In my strain...
In my strain...
In my strain...
In my strain...
Now I could never fall in love.
And feeling such a thrill
Why don't you anger me, anger me, I will.
Oh... Why don't you anger me?
Anger me I will.
Oh Why dont you anger me?
(crushed in the arms)
Now I could never fall in love. (i strain)
And feeling such a person. (in my strain)
And feeling such a person
Anger me. You anger me.
Strangle me. You strangle me.
Strangle me... and I strain...
And I strain... (of a bear)
And I strain... (crushed in the arms)
And I strain... (of a bear)
And I strain... (crushed in the arms)
And I strain...
Why don't you just go...
Why don't you just go...
Why don't you just go...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Oh I strain...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Oh I strain...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Why dont you just..
Strangle me... Strangle me...
(Bunnies is a constantely evolving ambient song molded from Howie's Line 6 pedal. Many different versions of this song exist including different sets of lyrics.)
song performed by by Howie Day
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Stress
When stress gets me, I’m not alone;
It strikes almost everyone;
Be they my kith or kin or spouse,
Relatives, neighbors near my house.
When stress attacks, I’m not alone,
It affects all known / unknown;
Be they friends or strangers or foes,
In office, class-room or indoors.
When stress hooks me, I transmit it
To those around by habit;
It spares no one, however great,
Almost everyone is its bait!
When stress gets me, I avoid it
And train my mind to remain fit;
Worrying, hurrying will not suffice;
Stress is a leading, lethal vice!
When stress gets me, I ignore it,
Expecting things to ease a bit;
A certain stress is good for health;
Ov’rstress is bad as excess wealth!
When stress gets me, I’m angry;
My house-hold pets too go hungry;
My garden plants get no water;
My world gets shrunk- it does matter!
When stress gets me, I can’t sleep;
Engulfed’s my heart in sadness deep;
I must relax/ do exercise;
This is the distressing device!
poem by John Celes
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Demise
Old stone pine under stress
sags on fused backbone,
Pale needled, threadbare dress
tattered bark unsewn,
bald skeletal egress.
All savings withdrawn, spent
and lavishly thrown
with prolific intent,
Profuse burnished cones,
a profligate descent.
Three years in the making,
these cones are slow grown,
Brittle limbs forsaking
bud to overblown,
fecund undertaking.
Flaunt open oil-rich prize,
willingly condone
the azure-winged magpies
collectively flown,
procreation's allies.
Generous, reckless, brash
extravagance prone,
Defiant seeding flash
botanically known
as passing with panache.
poem by Diane Hine
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A Silly Little Rhyme
Today is a new chance,
to turn and make things right,
to break downs the walls,
and end the fight.
So let go of the past,
it's not worth you're time,
not even worth,
a silly little rhyme.
You'll see the truth,
see the love,
that comes pouring down,
from above.
One day all will see,
not to hold on the past,
nor to wait for something,
at long last.
Don't stress about the future,
it will just waste your days,
but just live your life,
freely your own ways.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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A Paradox
'If life were not worth having,' said the preacher,
''T would have in suicide one pleasant feature.'
'An error,' said the pessimist, 'you're making:
What's not worth having cannot be worth taking.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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