The old grows mad.
Old man is in rage,
For, over ages,
His store of knowledge
And the acquired skill
Lie in waste,
With no takers in sight.
More mentally,
Than physically,
He fast grows sick.
31.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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With looks one enthralls..
A youth with a face sings; it catches.
Skill is acquired by experience,
by when one grows old, with charm drained.
Amateur youngsters rule the roost.
A woman with a face is effective in any field.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I try to take things that challenge me either physically or mentally, or I have to learn a new skill.
quote by John C. Reilly
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You grow by drives
The bull got horns to fight with.
The horse has no horns for that.
The horse learnt running to escape by.
Skill grows in adopted ways,
As demanded by sex and safety.
It is a myth the God fevours
For each growth and each loss.
Gravels turn to pebbles by force
28.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Friends Drifting Away
One day you might wake up
and find your friends not there
you think they are sick in class
that their minds will reappear.
You Wait days and days
but they never come
They are there physically but not mentally
it's like they're permentally sick
like their life force is gone.
You have to hold onto,
your friends you're sure are the best,
that you Never, Ever will have to test
poem by Kimmy Olson
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Man is for fire, woman for fuel.
How you are rather than what you are,
Is the woman’s concern in bed.
How she appears rather than how she acts,
Is your concern with her in bed.
Enrich your skill and manner,
She, to do in looks and walk.
06.02.2001, pmdi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Activated! And Applied Swiftly
It is important to keep,
Mentally and physically disciplined.
An active mind and body,
Aren't so fast to wear down.
Especially if you have annoying little kids,
Getting on your nerves and running around.
Or grandchildren.
Although loved!
But isn't it nice...
To be able to leave town?
To breathe fresh air!
Listening to the sound of silence.
And as often as available cash found,
Will allow.
Affording a recess,
From bouts of shouting and names yelled.
Or overhearing whispers murmured,
From someone who wishes you to go to hell!
'I heard that!
And 'if' I hear those words from you again,
You're going to get it!
Laugh if you want to.
But I'll provoke more than a joke on you.
Do you hear me?
Do you HEAR ME? '
It is important to keep,
Mentally and physically disciplined.
To prevent agonizing wishes...
Picked from distant memories.
With no need to reminsce.
Especially when days of hesitation rush,
To rest upon aging thighs and butts!
Finding you have sat too long,
Sitting and getting out of touch!
And aching with sore muscles...
Feeling a need to curse and often cuss.
When you could have spent a few minutes a day...
Moving your feet to a rhythm kept.
And obeying receptively,
A fast paced beat for moments of sweating.
Knowing how and when to use the stamina,
In emergencies when needed.
It is important to keep,
Mentally and physically disciplined.
They are like secret weapons,
Activated!
And applied swiftly,
When the time comes to fly away from nonsense!
Without a need to threaten to swing a cane.
Or remembering where it was left,
To do it!
'Has anyone seen my cane?
You better not let me find it too soon!
I wish you all shut up in there!
You're going to get it!
Laugh if you want to.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Age
People
Older to me think
I am still young
People
Younger to me think
I am become old
People
Of my age think
We are not very young
Not very old
Age does not matter
Age is in mind
Age is in thoughts
Which age does?
People talk about
Physically one may age
Mentally
One may remain young
Forget thinking of age
Be a child
Play and laugh
As much as you can
Age physically
Mentally remain young
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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A warning to mother in law
Mother-in-law! With your power,
don’t ill treat your daughter-in-law
when she enters your home as bride.
She will store it to repay later
when you, as old, are at her mercy.
Everone of you is warned
but none of you has learned
26.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Never lose sight of this important truth, that no one can be truly great until he has gained a knowledge of himself, a knowledge which can only be acquired by occasional retirement.
quote by Johann Georg Zimmermann
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The cause causes worry.
If a doll is broken, you may be sorry.
If it is lost, you may be sad.
If stolen, fury and if snatched,
In rage you turn.
Out turn of all is same, though.
The cause, not the effect, affects you.
31.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Knowledge, of no use
Evil of smoke I know.
Still I smoke.
A dog bit me.
I am scared of dogs.
What does it show?
Knowledge is of no use.
Instincts determine.
02.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My God Is Special
I am physically blind...
But oh God, thanks be to you for your spiritual sight.
I am physically deaf...
But oh God, thanks be to you that
Iam able to hear your sweet, sweet voice.
I physically cannot speak...
But God, thaks be to you for knowing
And understanding all my needs.
I physically cannot walk...
But oh God, thanks be to you for leading
And guiding me in your righteous way.
Thanks be to you oh God, for letting me know
That I am special.
Because you are special to me.
poem by Evelyn Clayborn
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My God Is Special
I am physically blind...
But oh God, thanks be to you for your spiritual sight.
I am physically deaf...
But oh God, thanks be to you that
Iam able to hear your sweet, sweet voice.
I physically cannot speak...
But God, thaks be to you for knowing
And understanding all my needs.
I physically cannot walk...
But oh God, thanks be to you for leading
And guiding me in your righteous way.
Thanks be to you oh God, for letting me know
That I am special.
Because you are special to me.
Evelyn Clayborn
poem by suchul Jin
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Those Sugar Plum Fairies
You can not be seriously surprised,
That they are seeking someone offering...
A more sweetened outlook of life to live,
Over one who that depicts a picture of it...
With a determination,
To remove them from a process...
That has left them mentally and physically sick.
As a direct result of their delusions?
And they have a preference for this?
I know it is difficult.
But let's get serious!
Who are the few continuing to benefit?
And what device is used to keep those following,
With such an addiction to keep feeding on this...
Revolving nonsense?
And to where have those with a consciousness,
Been chased away to get away from all of it?
If ever there was a need for those with minds of clarity,
That need for them to speak up...
Is NOW!
With a hopeful forgiveness given from them granted.
'But...
What about reprisals? '
REPRISALS?
From who?
What part of devastation have you yet to witness?
What beliefs do you keep have you not seen as false?
Wake up!
Those sugar plum fairies have been lowered as a preference,
On everyone's Christmas list with a 'tripping' to get a loan.
Very few are left to brag about their good credit ratings.
And the safest place to stay today,
Is in a foreclosed home!
You can not be seriously surprised,
That they are seeking someone offering...
A more sweetened outlook of life to live,
Over one who that depicts a picture of it...
With a determination,
To remove them from a process...
That has left them mentally and physically sick.
As a direct result of their delusions?
And they have a preference for this?
Comeon!
I know it is difficult.
But let's get serious!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Woman is a jasmine
A jasmine by sight inspires,
in close vicinity perfumes,
by hold to nostrils charges,
and on crush intoxicates.
Once crushed, it is a straw.
09.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Wounded child grows strong.
By curiosity a child begins its journey.
It demands attention, seeks recognition,
Claims identity, searches for security
And hunts for food to fall down in between.
The root is its ego.
Grows strong,
the wounded ego.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman has poor memory.
She knows not you;
She knows you.
She minds you.
Your figure fails to allure.
Lust is not in her eyes
Unlike it is in yours.
Your contacts only can.
She is moved by events.
Woman forgets man fast
She lives in his holdfast.
16.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Donkey is a beauty
You said that the donkey
Is an object of beauty.
The whole establishment
Might be against that view.
The whole beauticians
Might rise against you with rage.
You might not be adept
In valid arguments.
Yet you are right in your view
With a right to hold your view.
Atheists are as much right
As theists are in their views.
They propagate their views
For supports and applauses.
Donkeys have takers.
Horses have takers.
Neither is superior.
16.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A woman cannot rape
When I hear people say that there were women who coaxed and begged men of their choice for love, which those men rejected with all vehemence and contempt,
I am hard put to believe it, weighed by my knowledge, perception and experience, the fact being that no man, unless and otherwise an impotent, can resist a woman, sooner or later, save sex workers.
05.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To live young, be conscious of sex
She, who abstain from her sexual desire,
fast loses her glaze, grows old in looks.
She, who enlivens it in adequate measure,
fast holds her glaze even past menopause.
Italian actress Sophia Loron, at 65,
was crowned the beauty of consistency.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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