The Poor’s assets
Love dwells where the poor live.
Mutual helps, barter of things,
Togetherness and sacrifices
Would eliminate the need of wealth.
12.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To kill the monotony.
I can’t have more.
Stale enough is the one I have.
Mutual barter is handy
To kill the monotony.
The rich do it, modesty
Hidden in their wealth.
28.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Human’s traits
Abundance will not eliminate begging.
Prosperity will not eliminate stealing.
Punishment will not eliminate killing
Availability will not eliminate adultery.
They are all traits we must live with.
25.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: Choose Your Leader, Capable
What kind of leader does a nation want?
-A corrupt person, making wealth from all;
With gift of gab, some magic words, he’ll chant;
Or empty coffers for one foe to fall!
-A righteous man, who sacrifices life,
To free the nation from chaos, ruin;
And helps the poor to combat sickness, strife,
Advising all to keep away from sin.
If democracy can’t select right man,
Then blame the voters and the system wrong;
If righteous only, come most progress can;
Can patriotism come from one song!
Think well and choose your leader capable;
No shouting helps with horse out of stable!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-5-2008
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Helps Me Helps You
Look at all the toys I got
Look at all the things I need
Look at all the toys I got
Look at all the mouths I feed
Have I got a wonderful deal for you
What belongs to me belongs to you
I understand what youre going through
I know the point to push you to
My policy helps me helps you
Generosity helps me helps you
Conspiracy helps me helps you
Put you trust in me Ill help you too
Look at all the things Ive done
Look at all the rights I wrong
The means will justify the end
For you to save and me to spend
Cos Ive got a great idea you see
What belongs to you belongs to me
I know just what you wanna do
I know how I can get there too
Hypocrisy helps me helps you
Democracy helps me helps you
Ideology helps me helps you
Put your trust in me Ill help you through
(hirst/moginie)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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The gentleman
A gentle man is who makes petty sacrifices.
He has an eye for sacrifices in return.
He never hurts nor pleases unintentionally.
01.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do you know the answer?
Who dwells in your brain most-
The woman won or the one lost?
Which dwells in your thought most-
The love won or the one aborted?
Who gives you pleasure most-
The woman won or the one you pined for?
I know the answer; do you know?
26.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The rivalries
Mukesh Ambani and Anil Ambani,
The two brothers of the Reliance House,
Have grown in wealth as big as they had been
Together barely two years ago,
Thanks to the rivalries of the siblings,
Notwithstanding the rivalries being
A rudimentary form of enmity.
Does the togetherness have that much strength?
04.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Are The Mother Beneath Our Wings Dedicated to my mother who thought she had nothing to give-but gave the wisest things!
You are the mother beneath our wings, born into poverty brought us the
wealth of many kings, When you art young and don't have anything, you rely on
your Mother to give you everything, For a poor mother who had nothing you gave the
wisest things, You are the Mother beneath our wings.
Being poor was a rich experience for us and heartbreaking for you
You planted many seeds and nourished your ten kids needs
You gave us the wealth of may kings-coming from poverty taught us many things
The way you loved your life, being the kissin' bandit's wife
We were dirt poor, but it wasn't all bad
If material wealth as all we had-We wouldn't appreciate life and be thankful for what
we have. What you gave was unique, prized above material things
To each child special gifts you did bring
We were never too poor to give something-when you think you can't give nothing
You van give the wisest things-The love you gave will be treasured more than anything
When the trumpet blows and you rise up to meet your king
REMEMBER the lilies blooming in spring and that you gave your best in EVERYTHING!
poem by Miriam McKee
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Barter, Bait
BARTER, BAIT
Montezuma's tomb hides treasure hold,
or dust some Spanish pride parade would spade?
Beauty, barter bait, alluring gold,
justified atrocity crusade
conquistadors concocted. Soon, slave sold,
nation fell from grace, its customs fade.
Nothing can escape Time’s stranglehold
for what remains of Cortez' cavalcade,
white plumes, bright armour, in cold grave are laid.
8 August 2007 - last two lines added 27 May 2008
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Barter, Bait poem (c) Jonathan Robin - written
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Separate Wish That's Kept
If together we had one thought,
Of abundance and good health.
You and I could lift ourselves above...
The agonies expressed by those in protest.
We could eliminate hunger and despair.
And remove homelessness from sight.
You and I can do those things...
Changing the wrongs to delightful 'rights'!
If we sat down to concentrate,
On all things we could do...
We would not live lives in conflict.
We would live lives being renewed!
If together we had one thought,
Of abundance and good health...
Resources we struggle to take from others,
Would not diminish but spread our wealth!
But we have known greed...
As a separate wish that's kept!
And this has meant,
Continued detriment!
Allowing continued abusing views,
At our own foolish expense!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lana Jane
Every boy loved her- Lana Jane,
And who could blame them? She was fair,
Of perfect form and beauty rare,
But none could have her, Lana Jane,
The fisherman’s only daughter,
And he no man to barter.
For he would take poor Lana Jane
To sea, and she would stay the boat
When harbored; thus, a dreadful moat
Would bar the way to Lana Jane,
The fisherman’s only daughter,
But he refused to barter.
In fourteen years, sweet Lana Jane,
Was never seen upon the shore
Among the boys who wanted more
Than life to see their Lana Jane,
The fisherman’s only daughter,
Whose father ne'er would barter.
The legend grew of Lana Jane,
While scores of ports, legions of ships
Claimed: “She’s aboard! ” through whispered lips,
“The rarest beauty, Lana Jane,
“The fisherman’s only daughter.
“She's yours to see. Let's barter! ”
Under Siege
Blindfolded they were.
And interrogated for who they were not.
Taken and detoxed...
Weened from events needing to stop,
Their will to know themselves.
This was the challenge...
To eliminate from them neglect!
To eliminate from them,
Their feeding need to disrespect.
With acceptance meant,
And upon them crept!
They were bleeding gold from their veins.
And not taking the reigns of their own destiny!
Kings and Queens hip hopped and dropped.
This has to end...
This poisoning of an already damaged crop!
Arrested are they who must now command and obey...
Before this time grinds the minds
Needing to grasp fast,
A heritage of wealth that began
Long ago when thrones were places...
And kingdoms where they sat were vast!
Linked they are to ancestors,
Who ruled before fools came to destroy!
As these times we witness pass...
As these times we witness 'histories' trashed.
But must be saved and not subjected to annoy!
Inspired by:
Onajé Allan Gumbs
February 9th 2007
'Much thanks, Onajé, for your brilliance! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Valentine Has Come Again!
Seated in togetherness,
Wizened by past experience,
Craving for things that we missed,
Yearning for those yester-years,
Staring at the firmament;
Pining for moments of love.
Shrugging off all bickering;
Forgetting all suffering;
Hugging endlessly entwined;
Daring for love we can’t reach!
The breeze reminds of former love;
The cloud patterns like heart of love;
The air we breathe seems fresh with love;
The time has stopped for now with love!
My Valentine has come again,
To fill my heart with love like rain,
And take me through a dreamy lane,
Far from our earthly life insane!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-13-2007
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Death Benefits
As death approaches it helps me appreciate life,
Since thought of dying makes daily problems fade.
Worries about all material things causing strife
Mean nothing in view of death’s daunting shade.
Death reminds me how precious is each day.
A rising sun engenders hope with its shine
Its movement means limited time to leave my say
To improve the world with my personal design
Death helps me focus on things that really count
Like the importance of love of family and friends,
And secondary significance of wealth in any amount,
Knowing that my body dies but, my soul never ends.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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What You Say
You say you'll be with me
Come even the end;
You say you will always be
Always my friend;
You say that we two
All through time have to spend
Togetherness...
That's what you say.
You say we are one
Even though we're a pair;
You say that you understand
Always, and care;
You say that we one
Made a bond that we'll share
Togetherness...
That's what you say.
You say in your hope
That you never will bend;
You say that you know
And need never pretend;
You say that our breath
Even death cannot end our
Togetherness...
That's what you say.
Written 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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Almost all of our relationships begin and most of them continue as forms of mutual exploitation, a mental or physical barter, to be terminated when one or both parties run out of goods.
quote by W.H. Auden
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Forms of Wealth
To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!
Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.
Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.
The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.
Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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A Reasonable Affliction
On his death-bed poor Lubin lies:
His spouse is in despair:
With frequent sobs, and mutual cries,
They both express their care.
A different cause, says Parson Sly,
The same effect may give:
Poor Lubin fears that he may die;
His wife, that he may live.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Poor Mouth
Is anything as lovely to me
As the truth in love
Ill take it over freedom any day
It brings me ever an this time to my knees
An on my knees I run away
Yes I know your sticks and stones they
They will easily break these bones an
An all my words come back to haunt me
I will put my strength into
The things left standing
I am hoarse with wild eyes
No debts outstanding
My hands are yours my brother
You can take my coat as well
My eyes are yours sister
And my heart, and my heart
In which he dwells
Heard the voice of my master callin me
From deep in the hollow
Said that I must follow him there yeah
Is any place darker for me
With all them wolves about
Well its a poor mouth that I wear
My hands are yours my brother
You can take my coat as well
My eyes are yours sister
And my heart, and my heart
In which he dwells
Livin from hand to poor mouth
You an me an my secret south
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Age of Grace
Now is the time of God’s Favor, today dear friend, not tomorrow,
Today accept Christ as Savior, and eternally you’ll see no sorrow,
This is the day of God’s Salvation, an offer by God to everyone,
Given through God’s Revelation, Jesus Christ, His begotten Son.
Today He’ll hear you as you call; as you’re moved by His Grace,
To save you from Adam’s fall, as you seek the Light of His face.
God’s made a way, for all men, to live with Him in Heaven above,
As we stand today condemned, He saves us in the Savior’s love.
In this Age of Grace which we live, God sent His Son to all of us,
To man, with eternal life to give, to all who in Him place their trust.
And the Lord comes to live within, each and every believing heart,
As Christ saves us from all sin, to be the friend who won’t depart.
New Life Christ gives to all men, this to live anew upon this earth,
This as they are Born Again; born of God through a spiritual birth.
God sends The Spirit, as our guide, as we begin to live New Life,
The Spirit helps us to abide, in our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
All that we need, we get from God, as He sustains us, every day.
God helps us on this earthly sod, to walk along life’s narrow way.
All you need to do is to believe, in the Grace from God’s Throne,
And you too, Christ will receive, as God makes you His very own.
(Copyright ©08/2007)