The last is fortunate
To fell a tree, many put axe.
The last one was credited.
To treat a sick, many put hand.
The last one was accredited.
Who learns the last man’s effort
Is the terminal part of total efforts?
5.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sweets or regrets
Every path one has chosen to tread
Could come out as good or bad to lead
Only at the terminal when one looks back.
A pack of sweets or a bunch of regrets.
5.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Try, believing luck
With out sail you can reach.
With sail you perhaps fail.
You may swim and fail.
You may float and reach.
Sometimes efforts fail.
Sometimes fortune strikes.
An effect is from bundles of causes.
Your effort is an added cause.
When other forces are enough,
Without your effort, you succeed.
When other forces are far short,
With your effort, you fail.
So to rely on fate is futile.
To rely on your efforts is too.
02.06.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Women are unfortunate
You may succeed in eliciting
Love from a woman, putting efforts.
The stigma warns and the guilt scares.
The spying eyes are everywhere.
The love of most woman withers
Like seeds and flowers in the forest
5.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Disease
if we do not evolve as a society,
then our society dies...
we have become a plastic world.
addicted to the buying and the selling.
we feed the 'i' till we're sick...
we have become callous, indifferent,
victims of our own egos.
we use sex to sell, we follow the lie,
we turn our backs on those in need...
and the only time we feel anything
is when it happens to us.
we treat our environment with total disrespect,
we abuse animals, we treat other people
like numbers without names...
we play at religion, we hide from our selves...
and we wonder what happened!
we exist in total numbness,
forgetting what living feels like.
we have become the disease!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sonnet: God Provides Solutions
When problems defy human solutions,
And seem incomprehensible to thought,
And reels my head in grandiose delusions,
I curse the perpetrator for the act!
Like many diseases one cannot cure,
Or treat the pain of terminal cancer,
Many things on earth, one ought to endure,
Which deepest thought can’t give you an answer.
The hand of God can work yet great wonders,
Of course, in His own time and in His way;
With lightning speed, God sets aright blunders;
But all you got to do is wait and pray!
Console those hearts with intolerable grief;
God, give them grace to discover relief.
(9-28-2000)
poem by John Celes
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Franks 2000 Tv
Risin above the city, blocking out the noonday sun
It dwarfs the mighty redwoods and it towers over everyone
I still remember when that delivery truck came down our block
What a lucky guy, I hear he got the last one in stock
And the neighbors are just green
They say, thats the biggest screen weve ever seen!
Its franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everbody come and see(franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Thats franks remote control, you can look, but dont touch it, please
cause franks the one in charge and he decides what everybody sees
The pictures crystal clear and everything is magnified
Robert deniros mole has got to be ten feet wide
Everybody in the town
Can hear those 90,000 watts of dolby sound
And Im mighty proud to say
Now I can watch the simpsons from thirty blocks away
On franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everybody come and see (franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everybody come and see (franks 2000 tv)
Im gonna get one of my own real soon
Its like having a drive-in movie in your own living room
Whoa, hey now... hey now na na na now
Hey now... hey now na na now
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everybody come and see (franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Got a two year warranty on parts and labor
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv
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2000 Miles
Theres something I need to say
Im not sad youre gone away no way
Wont be calling information
Or waiting at the railway station
You walked out of my front door
I wasnt then but now Im sure
I need to be at least 2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
Had to get me to the church on time
To say that silly I do I do nursery rhyme
Youve been bitching at me for awhile
Say hey now baby dont you cramp my style
Dont go beating me like that
Im glad I wont be coming back
I need to be at least 2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
song performed by by Erasure
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The wholesome
Be total if you want to jump a well.
Be total if you want to believe God
How well and how deep you pursue,
And not who is in focus, brings you solace.
28.08.2000, Palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ignorance has no doubts
Doubts crop up to the priest
In what he learns for preaching.
Doubts crop up to the astrologer
In what he learns for foretelling.
Both take care to put aside the doubts
And preach the rest as if a tested truth.
The mass is kept in ignorance
So that the heads run their profession.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Boys
why do boys have to do sh*t to gurls
why i am sick of boys
they treat me like sh*t
why cant they treat us nice not bad
they need to no how to treat us
i am sick of them
they need to no how to treat me
poem by Bianca Felix
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“validation”
A little bit of validation,
I guess that is too much to ask.
There is nothing right anymore between us,
There is no way in hell this can last.
You don't seem to care
That I feel this way.
I make you treat me like this,
Is what you always like to say.
That is the lowest form of a cop out,
You could possible give.
You don't think that what you do,
Has anything to do with whether I live or don't live.
You make me feel unworthy,
You treat me like I don't even exist.
And God forbid I get upset about it and say something,
Cause that's when you really get pissed.
I'm sick of being the last one you consider,
I am sick of being the one you want if no one else is around.
I am sick of feeling like this and living like this,
I am sick of any peace not ever being found.
poem by Jessica Lynn Hepner
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What You Win
What you win in the immediate battles is little compared to the effort you put into it but if you see that as a part of this total movement to build a new world, you know what could be. You do have a choice. You don't have to be a part of the world of the lynchers. You can join the other America. There is another America!
poem by Papillion Hejduk
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I'm Sick of It
I'm sick of it
I'm sick of you being sick
I'm sick of the injections
Of the medication
Of the vomit
I'm just sick
Everyone thought
That you were in pain
I know you were
But nobody knew that I
Suffered too
Maybe even more than you
You know?
I'm really mad
Not at you
But I'm just mad
And I don't know why!
I'm tired of all the times
I was left home
Alone
Of making hour long trips to
The hospitals
Every minute was agony
I'm tired of having to walk
On eggshells
I'm sorry
So sorry I didn't understand
How could I?
I'm too young
I still am
I just wish people would try
To hear me out
To hear my side of this
But nobody
Even tried
I hate this
Having to fake it
Wearing this stupid smile
The smile I don't even mean
Eventually I realise you
Weren't really the sick one
It was me
All along
I'm not a victim of physical
Torture
I'm a victim of
Myself
Every tear shed
Every plea made
Every bargain with God
All returned for nothing
All made me
Absolutely nothing
I fell deeper and deeper
Into the hole
Yet instead
Of pulling me out
Everyone turned away
They didn't catch me
Remember when we used to be happy?
When we didn't fight
When everything was alright?
You ask why things are the way
They are
Now
Honestly I don't know
I guess
Somewhere along the road
I took a detour
I'm sick of it
All I did was try to help
But nothing was ever enough
I'm sorry
There's no medication for me
It's terminal
I still sit on that bench
Crying
Inside
But everyone walks by
They stare
And stare
But nobody asks
If I'm okay
You got tired too
And you let go
But I have to
Hold on
No matter how tired I am
poem by Elephant Cheryl96
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The heart travels safe
Dear Lady! Give me your heart,
Or, at least, a part. Don’t be tart.
Lend me your palm, not the red lips.
Enough, it can give me much kicks.
You may like reaching my two arms
So as, from the cold, to feel warm.
Hapless soul I’m; helpless you are.
See. Lending heart is risk-free.
Dear Lady! Give me your heart.
To win over it’s my apple cart.
Others’ notice can be at naught.
Without fear can sail your heart.
I do crave you; it is a fact.
You can’t desist, nor can accept.
It is safe to lend me your heart,
If not hand, the stake being least.
28.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No one is aloof.
There may be at least one
Who will stand by you.
There may be at least one
Who would miss you from death.
Be yourself. Lose no hope.
Then you’re not aloof.
01.09.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A face in use is not ugly
He is without a face.
He will have it in phase
With the people he lives with.
No inmate looks ugly.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Better Efforts
What I do for you that comes from me,
Will be done with a doing...
To achieve my best effort.
Regardless of how that effort once done...
Becomes interpreted.
Just know this...
I am hoping you give to me,
More opportunities to improve...
With a doing to give even better efforts,
Than my last.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The object of love changes
Once when I was a lad
My mother was my cynosure.
Then my wife, then my children.
Now at my old age,
It is my tiny granddaughter,
Who alone now requites her love.
14.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Im sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Malorie Genoff
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So Sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Ricky Baker
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