The old, please go.
The prince waits for his father’s exit.
The pauper waits for his father’s exit.
One is for gain and the other for relief.
Rich or poor, the exit of the old is welcome.
10.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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After my exit…
After my exit, who will care it?
After my exit, who will help it?
Who will keep it? Who will mind it?
Leave it, I resolve and feel stress-less.
06.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Last Exit Brooklyn
When the sun crashes into your world
Look around and you try and find your girl
And youre daring, too sick of what you see
Out of town is the only place to be
When your life starts to run out of juice
Feel like dyin and you just want to get loose
Prayin moves dont make much sense to you
Seeing red before your feeling is blue
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
Going back, getting out of this town
Stretch it lean and mean, it turns you around
Take your dreams and stretch them out on the street
Take your turn to get back on your feet
Feel the wheels singin over the ridge
Feel the song like oakland take you
All the time you knew you had the itch
All the girls were glad to see you
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
Girl in ol v wont pray
Dont give you a hard time
All the girls from brooklyn say
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
Do you remember the day you left the block
Your mama said you would live to regret it
Coming home, coming stoned, come in hope, coming ready
Are you holding steady
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
(mccafferty, agnew, charlton, sweet)
1984 fool circle music
song performed by by Nazareth
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Often They Do Exit From Them Alone
Whatever is whispered about them and said.
Those intolerant of an atmosphere,
Filled with pretentions.
And exit from them quickly.
Should not,
But often they do.
Exit from them alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Most of the people who get off at our exit get off by mistake. They thought it was Exit 57.
quote by Tom Perkins
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for John on his first frustration
let me draw you a house
with an entrance gate
leading to an entrance
door and some windows
to let in air.
just that, there will be no
exit doors, no exit gate,
all the windows open,
not designed to close,
that precisely is success
and failure.
there is a sense of
entrance triumphant
ditto an exit for some
ordinary and even
inevitable failures of
our lives.
the windows are some
of our other options, we
let in air to breathe
for a while. we must.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My duties
I can go anywhere, anytime, in any direction
Just like the shooting stars of the sky.
Why should I go?
Did I know before I came here?
So I should ponder and turn back
And never think to go.
When there is a natural entry and exit door
Why I should use for my exit the unnatural window!
Rather I shall find the answer
Who, when, how and why
Am I here?
If I have not come here of my own,
Then Who has sent me and why?
Are there any duties for me?
If any, I have to do them.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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What We Need
a vent.
something windy like a fan.
an orifice
an exit, oh not yet,
let us say just an opening
where we can enter
and still be together
okay, you want an exit,
let us do it
open it, i will get out
first, then you go next,
i will not wait for you
i am rushing this
and you are rushing to
where?
i too, don't know.
cool.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Soul in a syllogism
Soul is explained in a syllogism.
Soul does not exit the body at death.
It hasn't entered the body at birth
As the child came from the parents live seeds.
So there is no exit as there was no entry..
06.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The relief
Food entering mouth is a relish;
Its exit from anus is a relief.
Mating is relish; orgasm is relief.
Relief is the peak of the pleasure.
26.06.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Exit Does Not Exist
Does not exist, take an exit
I hear voices insinuating
Feeds me lyrics to this song that I am saying
Sunlight 7:20 pm, early september
Standing looking at a photograph
That you do not remember being taken
You look out of breath, and me like I am faking
As a matter of fact I dont recall this photo being taken
You dont even actually exist so I just started shaking
Does not exist, take an exit
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Obituary to M.Subbalakshmi, singer
By nature or culture,
Man has grown polygamous
And woman, mono-yandrous.
You had been like a dove fluttering
Towards the nest;
You had been like a hen moving about
the yard.
You had soared sky high, legs tucked
In husband’s hold.
Like an angel you walked;
Like a breeze you moved.
You made gods of music;
You made music of gods.
You reared, like a mother, husband’s
children.
You cared, like father, the people of
destitute.
You quit the floor you’d sprung from;
You stuck to the roof you’d clung to.
The whole roof dripped at your exit;
The entire floor wasn’t wet for your exit.
O, you M.S., who were home bound!
O, singing queen, who were in the borrowed custom.
12.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Time and distance heal.
In your exit last year,
You were within reach,
Though out of my sight.
Yet my sorrow was at its peak.
In my exit this year,
You are out of my reach,
With little chance to meet.
But my sorrow is less in height.
Is it the time that healed it
Or the distance that dressed it
Or your inertness that quelled it?
Fuse is there. Switch is off.
13.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Death is better than retirement.
His exit is due today.
The send off is befitting.
The eulogy is lip deep,
Not with a heart to weep.
He returns with heavy heart
He would be in them after his exit.
It is not to happen.
He has to weep ever since.
The same thing will happen
When he leaves the world
But he will not be there to weep.
27.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I was at this casino minding my own business, and this guy came up to me and said, ""You're gonna have to move, you're blocking a fire exit."" As though if there was a fire, I wasn't gonna run. If you're flammible and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit.
quote by Mitch Hedberg
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Last American Exit
You know the reasons I can't conceal
You know I'm leaving you
obviously you know how I feel
it's not as easy as calling out your name when I'm down
it's not a matter for wrong or right
it ain't much better that drinking and looking to fight
you know I'm tired of crawling hind my name among the crowd
I'm on the last American exit to the northland
I'm on the last American exit to my homeland
I'm on the last American exit to my last chance
they keep calling out my name-shout it down
you've made them wonder and know for sure
you've made them hunger at night and then run for the door
you know you'll probably cry like Caesar's son when
you're found
it's not your place it's another town
let's face it baby I'm up and then baby I'm down
you'll watch the border offer you fame and watch you drown
know your neighbors and know they'll take us
know my city it's just like theirs are
hope I make it. I know I'm going to make it somehow
know my saviour he knows you shakers
know my pity. I'll see you later
I'd like to stay but I know it doesn't matter somehow
They keep callin out my name
They keep callin out my name
They keep callin out my name
I shout it down
song performed by by The Tragically Hip from The Tragically Hip
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The Dog Who Wants To Get Out Of The House
the Japanese fritz
is brown
the gate is closed
and it waits
for an exit by chance
there is so much
road to run
outside the walls
as i open the gate
it raises its head
and starts to scratch
the cemented
floor
i go out alone without
the dog
the gate is closed again
i carry with me
a feeling that i cannot
yet describe
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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C-ya!
Do you think for one moment,
I would stay to tolerate your mess?
Did you think my patience would last forever?
And I would let you test me without protest.
Did you think my understanding,
Was boundless for you to disrespect?
Do you really believe I was foolish enough,
To let you walk over me,
With an emphasis placed on every step?
You have chosen this way to relate.
I have chosen to exercise my own fate.
To listen and learn and know when to escape.
And you I have chosen to witness...
This exit from you that I make.
Now!
You have used up all my 'see-you-laters'...
For an exit I have chosen to do right now!
C-ya!
For you there are no 'laters' left!
They are gone.
Just as if you did not exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mr Piper Is Death
Today the piper is death, he left before now the sweet aroma of our belove model
The arches of our trumpet voices
Today the piper lay waste among garbage
The exit of this departed fellow
Smuggle among the flames only but a rubbles of roasted soya remain of he
Today the sensless crowd went so wild
Today the forest creatures roar in anger
Today they drove him across the sand
Today they deprive him of his flute
Today they mocked him to his ancestors
Today he was humble among the living
Today the nation mourn her piper
Today we scold through pains of exit
The talent lost through this ashes
Mothers lost to rivers of tears
Fathers remorse with pain of exit
For the door of justice still hang on air
The days of our number piper yet among all was his flameless fate
poem by Onoja Anthony
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I May Play Aound With My Own Gifts
I remember once,
Of having the nature of giving.
And enthusiastic,
By the mere participation...
In the doing of it.
But when I heard from others' lips,
I should not expect most...
To feel that same way.
And there I was in heated sweat...
With the giving of myself,
Assisting them?
With the expanding,
Of their expressed creativeness.
Someone wasn't getting what I had attempted,
To enlist.
Someone attempted to take my experiences,
And make a mockery of it.
And when I discovered being looked upon,
As a fool for doing this! ?
There were no long goodbyes with sighs.
My eyes I placed on an exit.
And I through that exit I went quick.
I may play aound with my own gifts.
But for others to do it?
That's not allowed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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