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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Sorrow’s insomnia
In her parting, my sorrow never sleeps
Though in others’ eyes she is none to me.
At tether end, new episode is beyond hope.
Seeing her anew will never lull the sorrow.
Not by her parting was my sorrow up
But was by her exit from a vivid sojourn,
For one aborted is never resurrected.
With her parting, went my resurrected youth.
‘Every action has equal and opposite reaction’
the law says. Is it true in her part?
07.05.99, Palakkad.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love is elastic
I set a scene for my heroine to stage her reappearance,
And insisted on doing it ere my short-while exit,
To that she, propelled by her modesty, feigned her reluctance,
That left me high and dry. I left with rage for missing the chance.
She came to the stage only on my return and soothed my glance.
I am back to the game. She threw me not to oblivion.
Love has elasticity;
No need of anxiety
06.01.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Harvest
Death is the upshot of a terrible year,
It sings of fruit at first, but then descends into doubt,
Like a ghastly crop and miserable phase;
Enter a field of vegetables for the purpose of peace
Not for exacting punishment on the crops;
Exit the pastureland on your own, and with another year
So that exercise has been unwavering
Like the harvest of a whole year.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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Sorrow for the death of a father lasts six months; sorrow for a mother, a year; sorrow for a wife, until another wife; sorrow for a son, forever.
Before March
THE gull's image and the gull
Meet upon the water
All day I have thought of her
There is nothing left of that year
(There is sere-grass
Salt colored)
We have annulled it with
Salt
We have galled it clean to the clay with that one autumn
The hedge-rows keep the rubbish and the leaves
There is nothing left of that year in our lives but the leaves of it
As though it had not been at all
As though the love the love and the life altered
Even ourselves are as strangers in these thoughts
Why should I weep for this?
What have I brought her?
Of sorrow of sorrow of sorrow her heart full
The gull
Meets with his image on the winter water.
poem by Archibald MacLeish
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Shades of Sorrow
To find a brighter place
To look to the sky
To see it is blue
Instead of pale grey
To wish for the sorrow
To exit my being
To relax in contentment
When I wake tomorrow
To live for each day
Create lifes tapestry brighter
To take my brush and paint
These shades of sorrow away
poem by Lillian Jamison
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New Year
Farewell to the old year forever,
And all its sorrows and care
We'll bury in our hearts, and endeavor
New troubles and trials to bear.
The old year has gone with its sadness,
In oblivion to dwell evermore;
The new year will come with its gladness,
To welcome the rich and the poor.
Ah, welcome the new year with pleasure,
And welcome home friends, that is dear;
Be happy and joyful together,
And greet each happy new year.
Some people will meet in sadness,
For death has entered their home,
And robbed them of joy and gladness,
And left them forsaken and lone.
Young people not meet it in sorrow,
For their hearts are blithesome and gay,
Trouble will come with to-morrow,
So let them be happy to- day.
Farewell to the old year forever;
Lay its sorrows aside with a tear.
Think of the future; and endeavor
To greet each happy new year.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Out Of Reach
Every day just seems so long
Every minute that I'm here without you
Will tomorrow ever come
Will I ever get a chance to feel you
I need you so much
You're out of reach
You're out of reach but you're so close
I hear you cough I feel you fall
But you're out of reach
Another room I can't hide
Another night without you here beside me
Cause I don't want to fake it
I'm just trying to make it yeah
I need you so much
You're out of reach
You're out of reach but you're so close
You're out of reach
You're out of reach but you're so close
You're out of reach
You're out of reach but you're so close
song performed by by BBMak from Into Your Head
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Sorrow Under Mist
Mist -
Giving wispy vapour to the breath,
Cool calm to autumn afternoons,
A hovering air of mysticism
Over brooding lakes -
Was different here,
Affording company, closeness -
A caring arm around her shoulders.
In the eyes, a once-clear oceanic blue
Wavered under water -
Tears telling torrid truths
She couldn't face -
Like the glowering image in the mirror
You don't see in your mind's eye
Of compensation; delusion.
We see her sitting on the concrete steps
That led down to the dew-laden garden.
She's peering up, sensing her diffuse companion,
Refreshing in its chill; giving crispness
To the stealth of dulling evening.
But the bite of air couldn't lift the sorrow
Of pale youth in love,
Shouldered by a not-in-love and scoffing eye.
Rejection hurt;
Hurts -
Wrenches deep -
Emotion that we can't deny!
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Sorrow Rain
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The beauty of sorrow
I drink from the cup of sorrow
I ate the delicious bread of hope
that sorrow placed in front of me
It craves my heart day and night
Not telling me how to climb the height
The height that is pulling my heart too tight
The height that tells me not to be frighten
But what helps me out is the beauty of sorrow
The drink it place in front of me makes me calm
Though, it's bitter and sour
But when it does, it feels cold like a plate of ham
Total humbleness pull me through
Total submission to what to come
Sorrow gives me hope
Those are the best dayz in my life
Sorrow dayz
poem by Olufunmbi Aransiola
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Happiness May Come Later....
there is always
a sorrow inside us
do not be shy
say a little
we, men, do not want
to tell about this sorrow
women know that
but just like us they are not saying anything
it is this respect for sorrow
that makes it dignified
well kept,
well minded, but never spoken
when you share it with someone else
what good will it give her?
she has also her own sorrow
inside her
no matter how well dressed
no one wants to take it
it is the dignity of sorrow
to be silent and just be itself
it will always be here
waiting for her sister.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Power of love counts
When he loves a woman
As mad as he can,
In her exit,
He will love another woman
As well or more
Like a lover of music,
Who loves as much the one
As he did the other in the past.
Power of love,
Not power of the object,
Is the force behind.
10.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Reach Out
Dont walk away
I need you more than words can say
I feel for you, this everlasting flame
My everlasting flame
I will wash away your tears
Through the pain and through the sorrow
Better days are still to come
If you would only turn around and
Reach out and touch me
Reach out and hold me
Reach out and touch me!
You feel the rain
I feel the tear drops run down my face
You hide your fear in everlasting shame
My everlasting flame
We have wasted so much time
So youre saying now its over
Better days are still to come
Dont turn your back on me now, darling
Reach out and touch me
Reach out and hold me
Reach out and touch me!
I will wash away your tears
Through the pain and through the sorrow
Better days are still to come
If you would only turn around and
Reach out and touch me
Reach out and hold me
Reach out and touch me!
Dont walk away from me now darling
I need you now much more than ever
Dont you walk away from me my darling
Dont walk away from me now darling
(reach out and touch me)
I need you now much more than ever
(reach out and hold me)
Dont you walk away from me my darling
(reach out and touch me!)
song performed by by Erasure
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Guerdon
Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year
I saw a tear.
Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow
So soon a sorrow.
Just then the sunlight fell with sudden flame:
A tear became
A wondrous diamond sparkling in the light –
A beautiful sight.
Upon my soul there fell such woeful loss,
I said, ‘The Cross
Is grievous for a life as young as mine.’
Just then, like wine,
God’s sunlight shone from His high Heavens down;
And lo! a crown
Gleamed in the place of what I thought a burden –
My sorrow’s guerdon.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sorrow’s Importunity
When Sorrow first came wailing to my door,
April rehearsed the madrigal of May;
And, as I ne'er had seen her face before,
I kept on singing, and she went her way.
When next came Sorrow, life was winged with scent
Of glistening laurel and full-blossoming bay:
I asked, but understood not, what she meant,
Offered her flowers, and she went her way.
When yet a third time Sorrow came, we met
In the ripe silence of an Autumn day:
I gave her fruit I had gathered, and she ate,
Then seemed to go unwillingly away.
When last came Sorrow, around barn and byre
Wind-carven snow, the Year's white sepulchre, lay.
``Come in,'' I said, ``and warm you by the fire.''
And there she sits, and never goes away.
poem by Alfred Austin
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A New Year, Another Chance
One more year to change…
One less year to do it in
Start now…don’t give in
One more chance
To do it in!
You can be better…
If you try
You can feel better
That’s no lie
You can do better this year
Through thick and thin
Look up! Start now!
Don’t give in!
A new year…(you only get so many)
A new start… (only you can do it)
One more chance… (this time stick to it)
To do it in!
New year ‘s eve is near
Are you gonna stay the same
If so…shame, shame, shame! !
No war! No more fear!
You can do it! Let’s do it…
different this year! !
Stop smoking…lose weight
Be happy…Work out! …No drugs! …
Love yaw! ! lot’s of hugs
poem by David Whalen
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A Faithful Witness
To the firstborn of Yahseph,
Of all that is created;
To the secondborn of Yahseph,
Do set set your mind on Mount Zion;
For His name is His glory and,
Of the economic well-being.
Of the year of the rat,
Of the year of the dog,
Of the year of the cow,
Of the year of the bull,
Of the year of the sheep,
Of the year of the dragon,
Of the year of the snake,
Of the year of the pig,
Of the year of the goat,
Of the year of the lizard,
Of the year of the crocodile,
Of the year of the elephant,
Of the year of the scorpion,
Of the year of the turtle,
Of the year of the fish,
Of the year of the earth,
Of the year of the wind,
Of the year of the fire,
Of the year of the water,
And of the year of the bush!
Like the firstborns of slaves.
The hips of romance,
The faithful witness will not lie;
The same day,
The same night,
Of the love shared at where no oxen are;
And the crib was very clean.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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None wants heaven
There are ten steps to reach Heaven.
The last one is death. With that threat,
Everyone who were taught had left,
Abandoning the going to Heaven.
16.03.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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