The relative gain
He spent in millions
For his son’s wedding.
His wife beamed with gifts
Worth thousands they got.
10.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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51...........Wishing you
~ Wishing You ~
May All Good Things Be Yours........
Your happiness begins
With your wonderful wedding day.
You’ll share everything together;
Through it all, your love will stay.
Congratulations to you,
As you begin your happy life.
May all good things be yours,
As new husband and new wife.
On your joyful wedding day,
You begin a brand new life.
Friends and family give their gifts
To joyful husband, blissful wife.
But the greatest gift you'll ever get,
A gift from heaven above,
Is love forever, ending never,
Everlasting love.
You'll share life's joy and pleasure;
You'll have plenty of that, it's true.
But love is the real treasure
For your new spouse and you.
And if life hands you challenges,
As it does to one and all,
Your love will hold you steady
And never let you fall.
Your wedding day is full of joy;
Tomorrow you cannot see.
But one thing's sure for the two of you:
The best is yet to be.
(this December 2009 will be the happiest month for you and yours........
thanks for yr invitation....may you hv a blessed and wonderful life ahead...)
24th november 2009
poem by Fawzia Zie
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Ode to my love, my Wife
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
I got you how! Wow! My splendid fate
I can’t believe, this fortune so great
Of your father, you were an ardent fan
But finally of your life, I became your man!
It was worth the wait, whatever I had to strive
To impress you and make you my wife!
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
‘Of opposites’ we are pair
Me dark and you very fair
You are organized and meticulous
I am disorganized though spontaneous
My poetic instincts you do admire
But my helping hand in the kitchen, is what you aspire!
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
As if I am a kid, me with care you look after
You gave me my sweet daughter
Anagha, our purpose of life, our treasure
Filling our life with joy and laughter
As Success, whatever I have achieved,
To Your Presence in my life, they are ascribed
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
I don’t know, whether I could become your Hero
But, without you in my life, I am a big Zero!
In all ups and down of life, you’ve supported me!
Sweet heart, on this wedding anniversary
Instead of dress, gold or diamond jewelry
I gift you, filled with all my love, this poetry!
(Wrote this to gift to my wife! Today is our wedding anniversary!)
21.04.2009
In A World Where Money Only Matters
When your amount of money can say more about you than words of you can ever say
It does not speak volumes of the society that we have to live in today
If that only speaks of our true worth it does not say much for humanity
When you say money only matters you seem spiritually bankrupt to me.
In a World where money only matters how poor indeed we all must be
Not surprising that so many people are living in dire poverty
If a few have the most of the money what does that mean for the majority
They struggle just for to make ends meet and they are poor financially.
In this 21st century of big Corporations we now have the privileged few
The wealthy are only growing greedier as more millions in cash they pursue
And thousands they have to grow poorer for every new millionaire
And for millions all around the World about life there is nothing fair.
When we are valued by our worth in money we surely are spiritually poor
The wealthy they keep getting wealthier and for the disease of greed there is no cure
And thousands every day dying of starvation and thousands are dying of disease
And in the refugee camps of the World there are thirty million refugees
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Window, At The Moment Of Flame
and all this while I have been playing with toys
a toy superhighway a toy automobile a house of blocks
and all this while far off in other lands
thousands and thousands, millions and millions
you know - you see the pictures
woman carrying bony infants
men sobbing over graves
buildings sculpted by explosion-
earth wasted bare and rotten
and all this while I have been shopping, I have
been let us say free
and do they hate me for it
so they hate ME
poem by Alicia Ostriker, translated by Sergey Zemtsov
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The Poet's Bride
The poet's bride is a beautiful women
And she is looking so beautiful in her purple wedding dress
But the weather was beautiful
And they were very lucky
But at 12: 00 pm on that they the poet married his bride
Which was his wife to be
And now I had finaly a family again
Which I was looking forward too
We also got beautiful wedding gifts
So we were very blessed by God I believed
My father in law was a man that was 69years old I believe
And my mother was a women that was at least 73 years old I believe
poem by Aldo Kraas
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A Woman Of High Profile
Men in millions adore my image.
Men in thousands fantasize my figure.
Men in hundreds built their hopes around me.
Men in tens and fives send their proposals.
Much in demand, I am in ecstasy.
Must I marry one and be a spent force?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The son is sold.
The wedding is over.
The bride has been brought in.
The mother beamed.
The son has been sold.
She would find it later
20.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wedding Band
Joey Wedding Band
JoAnn was the birth name of my wife
To me Joey was her name for a lot of our married life
One of the best things anyone could ask for in life
Is to have a good and loving wife
When it comes time for me to pass no matter day or night
I hope and pray that my wife will be my guiding light
I did not complement my wife as much as I could of
But with all my heart I gave her my love
My wife is in heaven watching over our family
Hoping we could be the best we could be
I am now living by myself and on my own
I have my dogs and my family but I feel alone
I never thought I knew how bad pain could ever be
Until my wife died and left me
At times my wife lets me know she is near
She turns off the picture frame to let me know she is here
On a chain around my neck I wear my wife’s wedding band
I also still wear mine on the finger of my left hand
To anyone who reads this poem do not let the time with your family go
Everything is gone before you know
poem by Michael Gelb
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Why is He so?
Yes, he is an emperor,
A killer of millions,
A father of thousands,
And a husband of hundreds.
He is not shown wrong;
He is not told sinful.
Apparently liked by all,
He is loved by none at all,
Wife and sons no exception.
He has no faith in any.
God still tolerates him,
Which I can’t know why.
30.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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So...Are You?
Nothing about you satisfies
The remotest of my daily applied imaginations!
Unless, of course...
You are worth millions?
And in that case you can disregard my comments,
As flippant rantings of a fool...
That has taken leave of his senses!
And was sharing obnoxious statements,
Of those I have encountered in unconscious thought!
So...are you?
'Am I 'what'? '
Worth millions, dammit? !
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God selectively protects.
Millions and millions of soldiers now and then
Over three to four decades march ahead and die
Except one or two, fortunate to pair on the way.
One per month over three decades come to the stage
The princess but all went empty hand to die
Except one or two, destined to meet their pair.
Thousands and thousands of seeds escaped
Out of pods year after year but one or two grow,
The rest dying in decay with no one to rescue.
To give life to a few,
Gametes and embryos
In billions die.
Where is God to rescue?
10.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I wrote and produced millions and millions of selling records, so my publishing company alone was worth millions of dollars. I didn't have to work anymore in life because when the rappers started sampling... I'm the most sampled artist in history.
quote by Rick James
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The Best Is Yet To Be
On your joyful wedding day,
You begin a brand new life.
Friends and family give their gifts
To joyful husband, blissful wife.
But the greatest gift you'll ever get,
A gift from heaven above,
Is love forever, ending never,
Everlasting love.
You'll share life's joy and pleasure;
You'll have plenty of that, it's true.
But love is the real treasure
For your new spouse and you.
And if life hands you challenges,
As it does to one and all,
Your love will hold you steady
And never let you fall.
Your wedding day is full of joy;
Tomorrow you cannot see.
But one thing's sure for the two of you:
The best is yet to be.
poem by Ashish Gutgutia
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Once Upon A Wedding Day
Once upon a wedding day
A couple joined in a close association
with hopes of love and good fortune to stay
That brought a state of euphoria to them
In every distinguished way.
Once upon a wedding day
the memories of their courtship
Glowed warmly in their heart
Where care and cultivated affection
Ever played a fundamental part.
Once upon a wedding day
The marriage ceremony was extra special
With the wedding march stately and slow
And the procession seemed to sparkle
And brought forth an attractive glow.
Once upon a wedding day
The marriage ceremony and festivities,
The cards and gifts and flowers
Filled this day with cheerfulness
And many lovely and happy hours.
Once upon a wedding day
Those that they loved surrounded them
To share their happiness this day
Bestowing their blessings of the marriage
And for their nuptial vows to forever stay.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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The Big Fat Wedding
The half-naked street children
Were totally awe-struck as they
Watched the bride-groom
Mount a gaily caparisoned pachyderm
Right in the middle of the city
A brightly coloured sunshade
Was also part of the paraphernalia
Along with the procession of friends
And close relatives who followed
Dressed in their wedding finery
Carrying trays of sweets and gifts
It was the usual ostentatious ceremony
Totally in keeping with the tradition
Of the big fat local Wedding
At the time I stood by and wondered
What went on in the minds
Of the poor children and of course
The other ordinary passers by
Was it one of disgust or resentment
How could any human being irrespective
Of his social status or his power
Tout his wealth with such gay abandon
When the millions of less fortunate citizens
Know not where their next meal is coming from
poem by Sandra Martyres
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What’s My Worth?
I ask which one is worth more?
To be amongst a crowd of thousands or my solitude?
Power over others or my personal freedom?
A little while alone in my room is of more
value than anything given to me
What’s my worth?
My worth is not a million dollars
My worth is a million moments
poem by Ray Lucero
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Wedding Day
Today you'll pick up all the pieces
And get on with your life
All I can hope is that you're happy
'Cause today you're someone elses wife
Right now I wish that I could turn back
And beg the hands of time
For the days that I remember (oh baby)
The days when you were mine
And if I never said I love you
It's cause the words got in the way
Now all I do is say I'm sorry
Sorry I missed your wedding day
I'll bet you looked good at the altar
I'll bet he knew the words to say
And the angels smiled when you walked down the aisle
You both knelt down to pray
As he put his ring on your finger
I know there's just one thing left to say
All I can do is say I'm sorry
Sorry I missed your wedding day
So Sorry
(solo)
You won't be walking through the door anymore
You won't be sleeping in this bed anymore
Tho' I swear I see your shadow waltz accross my floor
And I don't know if I can take it
Should we ever meet again
Cause I know that we'll be strangers
When he introduces friends
I tried to make it to the church now baby
A broken heart got in the way
All I can do is tell you I'm sorry
Sorry I missed your wedding day
I really hope you're happy baby
Tho' it's killing me to say
All I can do is say I'm sorry
Sorry I missed you're wedding day
Sorry I missed you're wedding
I'm sorry I missed you're wedding day
I'm sorry I missed you're wedding day
I'm sorry I missed you're wedding day
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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The people of the Southern States now own near five millions of these negroes, and they are worth to them near three millions of dollars.
quote by John H. Reagan
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Last of the thousand kisses
Every thing has a beginning
And every thing that began has an end
Good or bad
Pallatable or otherwise
Joyful or saddening
Things have an end as they had a beginning
Though, most of the times, we know as to
When things began
We do not really know as to
When they are going to end
There is a need for us to be
Prepared for the nemesis
Whether such an end is
Acceptable to us or not
We really do not know
Whether it is the last of the thousand good things we have done
Whether it is the last of the millions of breathes we have taken
Whether it is the last of the billions of beats our heart has performed
Whether it is the last of the thousands of suppers we had
Whether it is the last of the thousands of the tear droplets we shed
Whether it is the last of the thousands of hearty laughters we had
Whether it is the last of the thousands of affectionate hugs we made
Or
Whether it is the last of the thousands joyful intimacies
We had with our life partner
So
Let us enjoy every bit of every thing we do
Let us be involved
Let us be immersed
Let us be lost
Let us be perfect
Let us be self-satisfied
Let us be exciting the beneficiary of our deed
With whatever we do
As if it is the
Last of the thousand kisses
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Cause is Mine
I beamed up with my son’s growth in study.
I beamed up with his getting a high bride.
Low in standard, I’m unwanted to them.
As an estranged father I live out of their sight.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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