The need of the society
Like you, I want food.
Like you, I want hut.
Like you, I want sex.
Unlike you, I am weak.
Let us form a society
So that we can be happy
By giving proper fence
05.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good
For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!
I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!
But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Sonnet # 398
As like no doubt the appetite`s behavior
That asks for food when it has had food had
Does kill all wants of food becomes its hater
Only to later come; wish food `gain bad.
So`s the desire of intercourse all know
That when it`s satisfied knows not the flesh;
That e`en with Venus to bed would not go,
But then does come another day strong, fresh.
Thus is my love for all the human race
That weak becomes when I see people`s worst
Only to come, lo, strong like mother`s embrace
When I see people`s best, like mad a thirst.
So I go low and high in this my living.
Somtimes I laugh and others cry sad giving.
poem by Luis Estable
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I have takers
My skin is dark unlike yours.
My breasts are small unlike yours.
I am equally proud of mine
As I have a crowd whose taste I suit.
23.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Giving
Giving is a trait that some people have,
giving comfort and kindness,
never expecting anything in return.
Giving out the hand friendship
to all who come their way,
for that is what giving is all about.
(8 August 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Oooo...Oooo-Oooo Wee Ow-ouch!
'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!
'More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.'
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!
She says I'm on a pacifier.
Unreliable with too many needs.
She says I'm heat under the sheets...
But she's the one who buys the food we eat.
She says I'm not dependable at all.
And by herself she does the best she can alone,
To make all ends meet!
When bill collectors call.
And,
She's more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.
More dominant and not the weak one?
More dominant and not the weak one?
Submissive when she comes to the bed.
Prepared to get her needs met!
And I am ever ready.
I've lost my job and the kids are fed.
I do the best I can...
But I'm not making the bread.
And my ego's thinly spread.
When the work I've done is meager.
And the words I hear from her...
Are wrestling in my head.
'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
And if I leave my family...
I'll lose my life instead.
'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh Happy Days
Oh happy days,
Everyone likes you.
Oh happy days,
Please stay today.
Oh happy days,
Sweet like honey.
Oh happy days,
loving family ties.
Oh happy days,
Giving us strength.
Oh happy days,
Children out playing.
Oh happy days,
On the green grass.
Oh happy days,
With boundless optimism.
Oh happy days,
I give thanks.
Oh happy days,
Dreaming for more.
Oh happy days,
Warm and bright.
Oh happy days,
Like love eternal.
Oh happy days,
And glad memories.
Oh happy days,
New hope prayers.
Oh happy days,
With smiling faces.
Oh happy days,
Holidays and health.
Oh happy days,
With close friends.
Oh happy days,
Generous and giving.
Oh happy days,
Shiny rainbow dreams.
Oh happy days,
Till the very end.
Oh happy days,
Always and forever.
Amen.
poem by Rowina Mallick
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The curiosity
You aren’t worthier than mine
But unlike him, new to me.
So I admit you
You aren’t prettier than mine
But unlike her, new to me.
So I reach you.
Curiosity brings two sexes together.
18.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Oh yes, after the war, and we were all starving - we had no proper food or anything - no proper shoes.
quote by Ninette de Valois
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English Language Bastardized
Isn’t it unfortunate how
the English language is bastardized
to suit someone’s twisted mind?
How good words cannot be used
in their proper context
without someone looking strangely
and giving a stupid grin.
Years ago, when I was at school
a beaver was a small animal with a flat tail
that lived in water and built dams.
Now most kids know its meaning as
describing a woman’s gentiles.
In England, we sometimes have faggots for tea
and again this had been corrupted from
food you eat to describing someone’s sexual gender.
Gay is another word that is taboo.
You will get strange looks if you used it in its proper context.
If I wrote a title forty years ago, I was gay
everyone knew that I was feeling happy
and not what it means today.
The list of bastardized words go on and on
and I wonder what the next word from our dictionaries
that will enter that no go area of words we cannot use,
being bastardized to suit some one’s twisted mind.
11 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Syrup Sponge
Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!
Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;
Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?
Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -
Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!
And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Im happy
Im happy because all of my biils are paid
Im happy because i woke up and saw a brand new day
Im happy because i have food on my table
Im happy because my free
Im happy because im me
Im happy because i have my family
Im happy because im living
Im happy just for air and oxygen
Im happy just to be happy
poem by Jovahn Davis
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Everyone happy :)
Everyone happy
Everyone happy when they can pay their bills
Everyone happy when they have money in their pocket
Everyone happy when a person tells them they love you
Everybody happy when they have food on their table
Everyone happy when they have cloths on their back
Everyone happy everything goes right in there life
Everyone happy when find them a boyfriend or girlfriend
Everyone happy when they pass a test
Everyone happy when they get a new car
What happen when you lose everything?
What happen when you don’t have anywhere to go?
Or no food on your table
Your lights about to get cut off
No money in your pocket
Bills are due no money
Can you still be happy and have a smile on your face
poem by Jovahn Davis
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Creative Stroke
In a new form
In a new style
I am giving
Creative stroke
On my canvas
On my society
And I know
All are waiting
For my words
All are waiting
For my poems
And I know
My nature inspired
Poems are a feast
For eyes
And I know
My poems are
Lover's paradise
In new form
In new style.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Cool
shortcomings lauded desirable in the absence of attempt
an air of pretense, ever denying so
working on the abandon of the abandonment that defines you proper.
containment of passions contained unamused
a claim to substance, ever with style
anxious to bypass the anxiousness that defines you proper.
humble, humbled not
the cool refuses to cool down.
reflections reflecting heeded criticism
a lack of opinion, ever so opinionated
concealing the castrated bravado that defines you proper.
the spirit of a punk dwells in an apathy
unconcerned to concerning itself,
not unlike the sloppiness of aging
past rotten accounting—
not unlike the naivete of a child
before fresh reproach—
it dwells in the unawareness
of an unawareness—
i am calling your bluff
but you digress.
humble, humbled not
the cool refuses to cool down
it is too busy being a hot topic
while being fully aware.
poem by Chris Jelens
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Bible in Poetry: 1 Corinthians 8
1Foods sacrificed to idols all:
We know we all possess knowledge,
That puffs up, but love builds it up.
2 The man who thinks he knows something,
Does not yet know things he must know.
3He, who loves God, is known by God.
4 Of eating food sacrificed to idols:
An idol is nothing at all;
There is no God but one in world.
5 For ev’n if there are so-called gods,
Whether in heaven or on earth,
(Indeed there are many 'gods', 'lords') ,
6 Yet, there is but one God for us,
The Father, from whom all things came,
And for whose sake, we live on earth;
There is but one Lord, Jesus Christ,
Through whom all things had come to us,
Through whom we live, our lives on earth.
7But everyone does not know this.
Some people are so accustomed
To idols that when they eat food,
They think it was sacrificed to it,
And since their conscience is weak,
It is defiled when they eat it.
8 But food doesn’t bring us nearer God;
We aren’t worse off if we don’t eat,
And better not, if we do eat.
9 Be careful that your freedom then,
Does not become a stumbling block,
To your weaker brothers on earth.
10 If one with a weak conscience,
Sees that you have this knowledge then,
Eating in an idol's temple,
Will emboldened be, to eat what
Has been sacrificed to idols!
11 This weak brother, for whom Christ died,
Is destroyed by your knowledge thus.
12 And when you sin against brothers
This way and wound their conscience,
You sin against the Savior Christ.
13 If what I eat could cause therefore,
My brother to fall into sin,
I will not eat meat ever again,
So that, I will not cause his fall.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-1-2007
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A Sparrow's Thoughts.... (Number Six)
you can send the lie in the form
of the unemployment check, in the
form of food stamps, in the form
of Medicaid, in the form of new
policies, in the form of charity...
but the truth is you dont give a damn
until you are willing to share all
you have with fairness, until you're
willing to put your shoulders to the
load, until you're willing to get
involved in the work of equality!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The rudimentary forms
Rivalry is the rudimentary
Form of enmity.
Solidarity is the rudimentary
Form of fear.
Sports and games are the rudimentary
Form of fight
Friendship across sex is the rudimentary
Form of sexual love
04.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who sweated for our food
We eat food daily not giving a thought
how grown in fields, who have sweated.
Get in kitchen simply think, have bought;
we eat food daily not giving a thought.
Farmers grow things by working so hard
just give everything to us, self bear fret.
We eat food daily not giving a thought
how grown in fields, who have sweated.
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Other Side of the Fence Always Looks Green
I saw a bird
Sitting in the window
She looked
Calm and cozy
I told her
She was lucky
Could fly in the sky
Go from place to place
See the world swiftly
She replied
Other side of the fence
Always looks green
I have to save myself
From big birds
Preying on me
Human beings always
Trying to catch me
Hot summer, cold winter
Kills many of us
Throughout the day
I have to search for food
Cannot store food
Like you can do
Our nests are weak
Get easily destroyed
In rain and storm
To save my life from
A boy with a catapult
Searching for me
I am hiding
In the window
Near you
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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