The frame of beauty
The image of an actress
That captivated you long ago
Will, when presented now, fail
To enthuse you and rather
Will gain your resentment
As your frame of beauty has changed.
29.06.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Images Presented
The image that's presented,
Determines how impressive...
Those pretentious rush to protect.
And the image that's presented,
Has less to do with intellect.
Or competence and its effect,
Upon those expecting...
Much more than an image projected to accept.
Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!
Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented,
Do not feed!
Those images presented,
No one needs now!
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The desired one is not desired.
Those days’ actresses whose images once
Captivated you, will fail to do now.
The frame in the brain holding those images
Had changed to hold the images of new ones.’.
25.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The concept of liking
A woman can gain a man;
The space and the time will tell.
A woman can turn stale to a man;
The space and the time will tell.
The image should fit the frame in the brain.
It takes time for the frame to adjust.
The frame that holds the image so far
Will loosen to dropp it unfit in size.
21.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be modest to rule.
Helen, the actress, with beauty and talent,
Tilting her breast and shaking her hips,
Bet on her glamour and captivated for long
But failed to rule as Nutan or Nargis did.
Glamour is not the staple food of sex
29.12.2000, Pmdi
[they are theHindi film actresses fifty years ago]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There Was A Particular Day
There was a particular day,
that was filled with a life-changing event,
that changed my view,
my perception about beauty and love
and it was the day that I met you.
A day where with suddenness
like the strike of a lightning bolt
your inner beauty, your outer loveliness
changed me, captivated me
and on that day
by the hand you lead me
to your special places, the secret places
that was beautiful to you.
Your laughter, your voice
was sweet in my ear
and I wanted to draw you near to my heart
while with every sincere look
every word you changed my view of life,
helped me to know that I was really living.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When Love Is Gone
When love is gone,
Beauty slowly disappears,
Feelings drowned in a sea of tears
Departure becomes a new song...
Captivated I was by your beauty,
Perplexed by your stamina and wonder,
But your betrayal caused me fury,
Now, of your distorted image, I ponder..
With tenderness and emotion,
Your heart I furnished,
And a great passion I tried to preserve,
But for someone's else crime,
I was unfairly punished,
Leaving me with the bitter taste
Of a poem without a rhyme...
Guess, it is just fate,
So much love, so much devotion,
I stumbled, but thank the Lord,
I survived..! ! !
Now feeling good I remained,
Knowing that I never gave up,
Without a fight!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Actress
Some day I'm going to grow up
And be every man's dream
Some day I'm going to grow up
And forget this sad little me
I'm going to shine in the spotlight
Wear sexy clothes
Be somebody everybody wants to meet
And no one ever really knows
No one will ever know me
I'm an actress through and through
And to my bones
I'm an actress through and through
And to my bones
Critics will adore me
At least they will at first
But you see I already know this
So it can't never really hurt
And if it does, I'm an actress
I'll play it nonchalant
In the total scheme of things it's insignificant
(sure I can take the knocks)
Cause I'm an actress through and through
And to my bones
I'm an actress through and through
And to my bones
I may not be that pretty now
But who's the referee
Standards of beauty
Will be redefined because of me
And then they'll be the scandals
Everywhere my name
Men will jump from balconies
And I'll just shrug and take the blame
(yeah, they'll say I died for love)
Cause I'm an actress through and through
And to my bones
Well, I'm an actress through and through
And to my bones
My acceptance speech will be a milestone
Never will such a star
Have ever graced the microphone
And of course I'll thank my agent
The way they always do
Though I could have done it without him
And that goes for the Academy too
And the makeup people and the lighting designers and everybody else
Cause I'm an actress throughand through
And to my bones
I'm an actress through and through
And to my bones
I'm an actress yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll be gracious to the lesser stars
And generous to the unknowns
And if another actress threatens
My position on the throne
Well, I don't know exactly what I'll do
I don't exactly know
But I know that it could turn into
One of my most poignant roles
Everyone will have their handkerchiefs out
And they'll have to leave the theater early
And then they'll go home
And what'll they do?
They'll have a big glass of alcohol
Cause I'm an actress through and through
And to my bones
And if I make it to the top I won't be overthrown
I'm an actress ah, yeah, yeah
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Pandoras Box
Born in kansas
On an ordinary plain
Ran to new york
But ran away from fame
Only seventeen
When all your dreams came true
But all you wanted
Was someone to undress you
And all the stars you kissed
Could never ease the pain
Still the grace remains
And though the face has changed
Youre still the same
And its a long long way
From where you want to be
And its a long long way
But youre to blind to see
Frame of silence
Of an innocence divine
Is a dangerous creation
When you fail the test of time
And all the photographs
Of ghosts of long ago
Still they hurt you so
Wont let you go
And you still dont know
And its a long long way
From where you want to be
An its a long long way
But youre to blind to see
When you look around yourself now
Do you recognize the girl
The one who broke a thousand hearts
Terrified the world
And all the stars you kissed
Could never ease the pain
And if the face has changed
The grace remains
And youre still the same
And its a long long way
From where you want to be
An its a long long way
But youre to blind to see....
song performed by by Omd
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The desire itself is a thrill.
The offered bride and the obligatory helps
Enthuse one less whereas a surprise win
Or an unexpected gain put one in maim.
To desire, pursue and long are all thrills
06.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The age of image.
The people who know you
Are the canvas on which
Your image, good or bad,
Is drawn rightly or not.
Mind! The image you built
Will die with the canvas
When it’s torn or worn out.
Yet, each one wants an image.
Don't we desire leaving
A child for our copy,
which will not last long though?
02.01.2009.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Success And Image And The Face Of It
Those who say,
Looks aren't everything!
Aren't the ones who are judged,
Based solely upon them.
And besides...
This can be deducted,
From what many prize.
Thick lips, nappy hair and brown eyes...
Are not considered standards,
By those who analyze.
Not for a beauty,
Considered to be immortalized.
No matter who is competent...
In a package that is presented!
If it doesn't suit the taste,
For those who select an image to digest.
As an appearance,
That suggests success...
And not a waste to regret.
It will be the 'image' one picks,
Over a competence that 'may' exist.
'But hasn't it been image and not substance,
That has increased in an invited decadence? '
Well...
Yes.
'But who in reality today believes? '
Remember this...
Image speaks volumes.
And easier to hype.
On the other hand...
Reality is something placed,
On an equality wish list...
Not too soon to happen,
For the sake of changing...
Success and image and the face of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty Of Fools
Cake your face
Watch as it flakes
Was it worth it?
Did you gain beauty?
Show the little girl
About the fake world
Where image rules
Beauty of fools
Spend hours at the mirror
Perfecting every error
Apply it all the time
For beauty divine
I don't agree
And when you look at me
See my perfections
The bumps and the wrinkles
At the same time natural beauty
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Is the teenage sweet?
Besotted with an actress’ image
For the last fifteen years in the screen,
I found it funny and tasteless
When I saw her image in her teenage.
14.08.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Honesty and virtue
Honest men fail to cash in the goodwill
And end up their lives with penuriousness.
Virtuous women fail to cash in their beauty
And end up their lives with utter abandonment.
12.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An island beauty
A tiny frame, as high as
Five feet and three inches,
So elegant, so supple,
Weighing thirty-five kilograms,
So youthful, so tender,
At her two and twenty,
Pleasant but not extravagant,
She stunned me at first sight.
Square face, square forehead,
Square jaw, square shoulders,
And square nose on thin frame,
She had changed
The grammar of beauty.
A Mongolian beauty.
Unobtrusive breast and
Un-ejecting buttocks
Added only colour to her
Bravado looks.
Her velvet hairs, plaited, tucked
Above and pinned atop,
Baring the lemon nape,
Is an Ajenta in drawings.
She commanded my respect.
She summoned my reverence.
But for she, called Zeenas,
My three days sea voyage
Might be a waste.
Long live, the poor Maldivian.
25.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For Every Moment That I Live
You've changed.
Like the summer heat...
Leaving to linger.
And remembered as one walks,
Through the ice and snow...
Brought by Winter,
And left on City streets.
To then bring Spring scents...
From budding flowers smelling sweet.
You've changed.
Like Autumn leaves in October breezes.
And teasing with anticipated holiday treats.
You've changed like the seasons.
And captivated I am.
Without one disappointment...
I observe this and agree.
And I love them all.
Every change there is.
And I love you here in my life.
For every moment that I live!
You've changed.
Like the summer heat...
Leaving to linger.
And remembered as one walks,
Through the ice and snow...
Brought by Winter,
And left on City streets.
And captivated I am.
Without one disappointment...
I observe this and agree.
You keep changing on me.
Like an adventure that excites!
With your delightful love of life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Beauty of War
War
You are a beauty
For roundtable evaders
Always the sole option
Polished erstwhile weaponry
The beauty of war
War
You are a beauty
For lovers of environment
Scorching terrain
From vegetation into scarlet
With ripples of blood
The beauty of war
War
You are a beauty
However long it takes
However deep the destruction
By the bulldozers of death
You succumb to the same adage
The sanity of the roundtable
Thus the beauty of war!
Liverpool, UK
Tuesday,03/02/2009
poem by Isaac Maliya
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Framing You
Haven’t I planned to frame
And hang on the wall?
Ah, lackluster walls
Insipid!
How about in between the pages
Of those untouched books?
What’s the use?
Moths and rats!
Between the folds of clothes?
Oh, those rarely touched saris!
How best can I guard
Round face and chubby cheeks?
Can’t place anywhere, in tact
How to place here and there?
No, I will not frame
I will not place anywhere
What if I fail to recognize,
When one day you choose to
Come to surprise me?
The frame may get damaged!
Ah, heart is the best place!
Isn’t it?
Let you remain
In my heart
Till the heart ticks
Hopefully, I can’t possibly
Fail to recognize my heart!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Is beauty on one’s density
Actress Simran is slim and beautiful.
Actress Snekha is plum and beautiful.
Does beauty lies in body’s density?
The focus and hormones contribute
13.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your Image
In my madness
Transformed agonies
Existential leanings
Yourself because of me
I hold your image
In my eyes
Like after death
The snake is burnt
As he carries
The image of his slayer
In my own circles
Like a mirror in palm
While you do your eyes
A reflection always
As you shatter me
Into dust
But like the snake
Ye shall burn me
To escape thy image
And by then
Ye shall see thine image
In thy soul
27/2/2009
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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