The tenderness has a place
Grapes aren’t defiant as cacti.
Sparrows aren’t as wild as eagles.
So are rabbits, not clever like foxes.
Weaklings, too, have a place to live in.
27.08.2000, Madras.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Agony for yesterday
Yesterday was the happiest!
Then you were with me.
Then my life had meaning.
Today is empty.
Today is blank.
Today is hollow.
You aren’t with me.
Yesterday can’t revert.
Tomorrow must come
Like the yesterday,
Fetching you to me.
25.02.2000, Madras
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The nearest are most hated
Eagles and owls,
Monkeys, pigs and donkeys,
All untouchable to us, live
In their places unthreatened.
You are not to decimate them.
Why do you want to decimate
Your own race held by you
As the untouchable or unacceptable?
13.08.2000, Madras
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Valentine’s Day
Today is Valentine’s Day.
I love you; I want to say why.
You’re a woman.
You aren’t old.
You’re in my vicinity.
You aren’t my property.
You’re in form.
You aren’t a storm.
You’re shy.
You aren’t sly.
You’re friendly.
You aren’t deadly.
Today is Valentine’s Day
I want to say my love to you.
13.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The wise and the clever
Answers will tell if one is clever.
Questions will tell if one is wise.
The wise aren't content with answers.
The clever aren't happy with questions.
14.09.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The revelations of great men
If you do something good in return,
You aren’t good; you settled a due.
If you do something good intently,
You aren’t good; you simply invested.
If you ask pardon for a fevour,
You aren’t great; it’s a strategy.
If you give pardon to one mightier,
You aren’t great with no alternatives.
If you speak truth when comfortable
And be honest when convenient
You cannot boast of yourself as great
As any mean one could do them at ease.
You aren’t great being just in matters
Where being otherwise of no advantage.
You aren’t great with the veil you’ve made
Of good deeds to hide the ill gotten.
You aren’t great with philanthropy
From the undue or unfair wealth got.
But for few, all great men may forgive me
For the revelations made of them.
19.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To have more friends
Aren’t you bold but timid?
Aren’t you strong but soft?
Aren’t you shrewd but nave?
You will attract more friends.
04.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Aren't You The Friend You Promised Me That You Were?
I'm dragging my feet
I don't understand
Why when i'm down
You wont take my hand
Aren't you friend you promised me that you were?
You've built up my trust
You've taken it all
Please don't break my heart
Please don't let me fall
Aren't you the friend you promised me that you were?
I'm treading on
And i'm getting by
Even though i just feel the need to cry
Just answer this one question that i ask
Aren't i at least worth that?
Aren't you the friend you promised me that you were?
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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The buffalo is all gone, and an Indian can't catch enough jack rabbits to subsist himself and his family, and then, there aren't enough jack rabbits to catch. What are they to do?
quote by George Crook
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I have always brought home stray animals - everything from squirrels to wild rabbits to foxes and turtles.
A Poem Is A Metaphor/ Isn't It?
A POEM IS A METAPHOR/ ISN’T IT?
A poem is a metaphor
Isn’t it?
Aren’t we all poems?
Aren’t we all metaphors?
Aren’t we all what we are not?
And what we know we have been and not been?
And what we will be and not be?
Aren’t we all metaphors?
And aren’t we all poems?
And aren’t we all words, just words,
And not?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Kin of great men
Great men are known but their wives aren’t.
Great women are known but their husbands aren’t.
Great men’s parents and children too aren’t known.
Great men don’t bother but their kin would.
31.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Yesterdays
Aren't we sick of yesterdays
that got us where we are?
All the yesterdays that got us here
and still we've not gotten far.
Aren't we tired of the yesterdays
that seem to haunt our dreams?
All the yesterdays have become todays
and nothing changes it seems.
Aren't we afraid of the yesterdays
that have never gone away?
All the yesterdays have come again
and now we have to pay.
The price we pay for yesterdays
is the sorrow we see today.
For the masses have become so used to them
that their feet are stuck in clay.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Why Aren't You
Why aren't you walking in the Sun,
To...
Beam your radiance.
And...
Transfer your energy,
To me.
Why...
Aren't you,
Walking in the Sun.
To...
Beam your radiance.
And...
Transfer your energy,
To me.
Why...
Aren't you,
Walking in the Sun.
To...
Beam your radiance.
And...
Transfer your energy to me.
Why...
Aren't you,
Walking in the Sun.
To...
Put some breeze in the heat.
To...
Put your scent in the air,
To supply it with your sweetness.
Why aren't you walking in the Sun,
To...
Beam your radiance.
And...
Transfer your energy,
To me.
Why...
Aren't you,
Walking in the Sun.
To...
Beam your radiance.
And...
Transfer your energy,
To me.
Why...
Aren't you,
Walking in the Sun.
To...
Put some breeze in heat.
To...
Put your scent in the air,
To supply it with your sweetness.
Why aren't you,
Walking in the rays of the Sun.
And why aren't you,
Getting to you what comes.
Why aren't you,
Walking in the rays of the Sun.
And why aren't you,
Getting to you what comes.
And why aren't you,
Walking in the rays of the Sun.
And why aren't you,
Walking in the rays of the Sun.
And why aren't you,
Getting to you what comes.
And why aren't you,
Getting to you what comes.
And why aren't you,
Walking in the rays of the Sun.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christmas Is Going To The Dogs
Get off your sled and go to bed
Don't you ever tire?
Throw a bone, I'm finally home
Curled up by the fire
Snow is falling from the sky like ashes from an urn
Sweet dreams, my little one
Now it's my turn
Well, Christmas is going to the dogs
We'd rather have chew toys than Yule logs
And things aren't looking very good, it's true
So I'll just lay here and chew
Now, when I sleep I like to dream
Of rabbits in the snow
Jumping right into my jaws
From their rabbit hole
Take one home and set him down right next to you shoes
Wake up to a big surprise
My gift to you
And Christmas is going to the dogs
We'd rather have chew toys than Yule logs
And things aren't looking very good, it's true
So I'll just lay here and chew
And Christmas is going to the dogs
We're scarfing down the turkey and egg nog
And things aren't looking very good, it's true
So I'll just lay here and chew
So I'll just stay here and chew...
song performed by by Eels
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Winter Terror
As the days grow shorter and nights longer,
the rabbits change color and the foxes change too...
While trappers grow excited,
to go out and get a few.
This is because the change of color,
and the money for pelts...
Some make the fur and skin into,
fancy leather belts.
During winter rabbits and foxes,
need to run and hide...
If they were caught,
you'd bet they died.
Family
Family can be difficult,
sometimes even hard...
Either way you always get,
a birthday card.
You may disagree,
wtih Mom or Dad...
Then you might remember,
all the good times you've had.
You'll start to cry,
and then they say...
'A family we are,
a family we'll stay.'
poem by Cally A. Nixon
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You Know the Ones
Aren't you tired of the folks who pass judgement?
You know the ones...
Quick to tell you how you should live
Always taking handouts from those they take for granted,
Criticizing the people who take their time to give.
Aren't you sick of those who waste your time to gossip?
You know the ones,
Glued to phones like weapons,
To add fresh lies to what they've heard!
They are nowhere to be found,
To assist 'you' when you need 'them',
But first to arrive to offer a discouraging word.
Aren't you fed up with their lack of time to listen?
Don't you wish they would grow and want to learn?
Even though they blame others for their troubling lives,
They will never feel ashamed,
To express their own limits of concern!
A repeated lesson you have learned?
You know the ones...
With their heads turned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Springtime
The red eyes of rabbits
aren't sad. No one passes
the sad golden village in a barge
any more. The sunset
will leave it alone. If the
curtains hang askew
it is no one's fault.
Around and around and around
everywhere the same sound
of wheels going, and things
growing older, growing
silent. If the dogs
bark to each other
all night, and their eyes
flash red, that's
nobody's business. They have
a great space of dark to
bark across. The rabbits
will bare their teeth at
the spring moon.
poem by Denise Levertov
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For what you are.
Maybe you aren’t a virgin;
Maybe you are a divorcee,
A widow or an estranged one.
I don’t mind; I love not your past.
Maybe you aren’t yet mine;
Maybe you are to leave me,
Desert me or elope with one.
I don’t mind; I love not your future.
May be you aren’t virtuous;
Maybe you are an adulteress,
A paramour or a whore.
I don’t mind; I love not your back.
I love you for what you are
When you are with me..
10.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Seeking a Balance
Why aren't you here,
To participate in my anger?
Why aren't you loathing in self pity?
And sitting in self inflicting bitterness.
I love it when my self centeredness is comforted.
Don't you?
And nothing else matters,
Except the catering of my needs!
'You 'must' live alone? '
Of course I do!
But I like to use various introductions,
Just to make sure I eventually meet someone...
Who is not nearly as crazed as I am.
I am seeking a balance.
'Wouldn't it be more cost effective,
If you sought a psychiatrist first? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Not Enough
She was a bad thing coming,
But I did not know.
And everytime I came over she told me I had to go.
I said "Hey, what's going on? I really want to know."
She said "I cannot tell you now, but I'll call you tomorrow."
That's not enough.
I want more.
I want it all.
I want to bang on your front door.
Turn off the lights
And shut out the world.
Cause at the end of the day,
Aren't we all just boys and girls?
Yeah
She's snake me with sophisication,
So much class.
She drinks a Santa margarita,
Would you like a glass?
I don't know how to say no
And after three or four,
I was on the floor,
Singing my song,
La la la
No no.
That's not enough.
I want more.
I want it all.
I want to bang on your front door.
Turn off the lights
And shut out the world.
Cause at the end of the day,
Aren't we all just boys and girls?
Yeah...
La la la.
No no.
That's not enough.
I want more.
I want it all.
I want to bang on your front door.
Turn off the lights
And shut out the world.
Cause at the end of the day,
Aren't we all just boys and girls?
Aren't we all just boys and girls?
Aren't we all just boys and girls? (all just boys and girls)
Oh yeah. Oh
Aren't we all just boys and girls?
Aren't we all just boys and girls?
Yeah... oh.
song performed by by Maroon 5
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