The unknown glory is no a glory.
Sajahan built the Taj Mahal.
Did Noor-Ja-Han know it?
Has she been by that act enthused?
The posthumous deeds cure not the
dead.
06.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who reaps glory?
Who was the architect
Who built The Taj Mahal?
Who remembers him?
We remember Sajahan
Who got it built.
22.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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First Encounter - Mustafa Noor (Malaysia)
mustafa noor
he carries the theatre
with him
mustafa noor
i heard the london
that applauds
mustafa noor
the air charged with
his art and friendliness
mustafa noor
a voice made for
theatre arts
mustafa noor
his eyes roll with
his london experience
mustafa noor
i join the excitement
of his london experience
met in the early 1980s. He was just back from London and had strong ambitions to activate the theatre world in the city that is Kuala Lumpur.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Wonder of work's
Some budy
Told love is
A taj mahal
Is the one of
Beauty ful bulding
For loving
The king of S. khan
Wife mumthaj
Momey of the
Loving bulding;
Is the taj mahal...!
Taj mahal is
Lovely and great
Bulding...
But; that is not
Great vision...
To the white
Tails and marble's...
Its not...
Thousands
Thousands
Labur people
Hands and to
The work's;
Is a taj mahal
To day
Great beautyful
Bulding...
Not for love only...
Wonder of
work's always
Making only...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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To My Angela
An angry shout may not be heard, and
Not all good deeds are observed,
Glad is the learned, pure, heart
Ever loved, oft alone, you are
Luminous with life's energy
And part of my soul projects
In you, myself, yourself I respect.
Long days, short years, bitter true
Only one chance to know you, this
Voyage without certain destination
Embarked with unknown duration, for
You I long to know
On terms as friends
Until my journey ends.
30/4/2003-1/5/2003
(An acrostic for my eldest daughter)
poem by Danny Draper
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Bomb-Bay
'Bomb-Bay' oh Bombay! !
Of the tears of many eyes that saw your dead;
With killers in Jeans and T-Shirts.
The 'Taj Mahal Palace' was in flames!
And, why should people hate others so much like this?
Why?
The horror of bombs and the death people that was recorded,
Oh India! ! Why should this occur to you?
'Bomb-Bay' oh Bombay! Of the terrorists acts against you;
Mumbai oh Mumbai, then came the explosions on................
The Metro Cinema,
The Cama and Albless Hospital,
The Trident Oberi Hotel,
The Chowpatly Beach,
The Administrative Office in Mimbai,
The Gokuldas Tejpal Hospital,
The Chhatrapati-Shivaji Main Station,
The State Bank of India,
The Leopald Cafe,
The Taj-Mahal-Hotel,
And the Nariman House.
Bombs were on Bombay like 'Bomb-Bay'!
But many people died at the main station and the Taj-Mahal-Hotel;
It was a sad news on this sad day of many bombs!
Why Mumbai? In the land of the Hindus.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Light Filtering Through The Clouds
through the clouds it drifts
a sea of milk
a ray of hope
a heavenly rope
a mist of joy
a shadow of sky
a path of noor
a flight of hoor
stairs of light
to inconceivable height
a glow in the heart
a joy, for a start
a sight to feel
a light that heal
material of dreams
a magical seam
an angels ride
sun's own pride
a sight that fills
what a magical feeling!
this poem is about the way light passes thru the clouds sometimes.the rays of light filtering thru is quite mesmerizing
PS. noor is 'heavenly light'
hoor is 'fairies'
poem by Syeda Beenish Jalil
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The shade of the light
My ovation is to the slaves
Who built the Taj Mahal.
My ovation to the soldiers
Who made Alexander the great.
My ovation is to mice and cats
Who promoted the scientists.
Am I a cynic or jealous?
06.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poet’s is art
An architect visits the Taj Mahal
A historian visits the Taj Mahal.
So do a poet and a farmer.
Their perceptions differ;
Their abstractions differ.
The poet’s is unique in that
He concretizes selectively
And make the abstraction an art.
02.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Green to yellow
Many deeds that I have done with greed
Look to me a mockery now indeed.
The glory looms now as misery.
No green knows till it turns yellowy.
25.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sin is not the cause of death
Ravana is dead by sword
Vali is dead by arrow,
Leaders are dead by bullets.
People are dying by accidents
Or by disease. Do all die of sins?
If killers were the tools of the sins,
Would they be punished for their acts?
01.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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April 10,2003
I bind the spirit of slowfulness and
fear, doubt, April 10,2003
I Loose the spirit of obedience April 10,2003
when God speaks are gives instructions
JUMP to IT April 10.2003
I heard that everyday we are writing our obituaries
what story do you are I have to leave about our lives?
poem by Sylvia Loven Carter
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The Yamuna Suits All
Banks of the Yamuna,
Where Lord Krishna romanced
With Rdha and companions,
Are, where stands the mousalam
Of Mumtaz Mahal built
For the queen from ardent love.
The Yamuna River resonates with love
And suits lovers of all walks.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My awareness
I know when the Taj Mahal was built.
When did my grandfather build my house?
I know when King Asoka was born.
When was my grandfather born?
I know the world history, not my family history.
21.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: On Medical Practice
The Diagnosis of diseases is prime!
Listen, see, feel and treat patient with care;
For life or death depends on precious time,
And cure in the true sense is rather rare.
And Therapeusis is both art and science;
Know ill-effects of drugs before you give;
Act per the Ethics, also Conscience;
Weigh benefits to risks; let patient live!
The Prognosis is important to all!
All complications must be expected;
Let Nature take the lives she wants to call;
The right to die is to be respected.
O Physician, thine job is most sacred!
Know well the living from the nearly-dead.
7-1-2003
Dedicated to PHYSICIANS and HEALERS
On
World Doctor’s Day
poem by John Celes
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Ang Locket ni Inay
Ang locket ni Inay, ginto't kumikinang
Ay aking kinuha sa kanyang lagayan
Ito'y nilagyan ko ng litrato ni 'sweet'
At sa aking leeg, agad isinabit
Ang aking kwintas ay nakita ni mahal
At ang kanyang tanong, 'Saan ba galing 'yan? ?
Yan ba'y binili mo o merong nagbigay? '
''Di ko 'to binili, bigay 'to ni Inay.
At ang litrato mo'y dito daw ilagay
Sagisag ng tunay ko na pagmamahal.'
'Ay ang ganda naman, puwede bang makita? '
'Aba'y puwedeng-puwede, siyempre, mahal kita.'
Nakita ni mahal ang kanyang larawan
At kilig na kilig, ako'y hinalikan
Kasabay ang sabing 'Ay! Ang sweet mo naman! '
Ngitngit ni Bathala, locket, nabitawan
Bumagsak at ang lihim ko'y sumamburay
Litrato sa locket pala'y tatlong suson
Siyempre ang kay mahal sa ibabaw nar'on
Dahil siya ang aking kaharap ko noon
'Imbi! Palamara! Sukab! Talipandas! '
Ang sabi ni mahal, mata'y nagniningas
'De locket-locket pa ay three-timer naman!
Puso nama'y taksil pa at salawahan! '
'Isa kang hunyango, nag-iibang-kulay
Kung sino'ng kaharap ay siyang minamahal! '
'Mahal, patawad na, ako'y nagsisisi
Sa aking ginawang sa 'yo'y pang-oonse.'
'Eto ang sa iyo! ' (PAK) 'Naku po! Aray! '
Yan ang kasaysayan ng locket ni Inay.
At malaking bukol, nasa aking ulo
Na dahil sa locket at pagka-chickboy ko
'Aruy! Aruy! Aruy! ' ay aking natamo
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Angry flowers bloom!
A house is built of logs and stones,
Of tiles and posts and piers;
A home is built of loving deeds
That stand a thousand years.
-Victor Hugo
All the guns got strings
And the bullets turned
into notes,
They sing the song of happiness
that never bleeds
Jews & Arabs
Again brothers!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Bakit Labis Kitang Mahal
(alex mallillin)
Mula nang makilala ka, aking mahal
di ako mapalagay
Sa kakaisip ko sa yo
Lagi na lang ikaw ang alaala ko
Kahit nasaan ka man
Larawan moy natatanaw
Maging sa pagtulog ay panaginip ka
Pagkat ang nais ko sana
Kapiling ka sa twina
Ano bang nakita
Ng puso kong ito sa yo
Kapag ikay kasama
Anong ligaya ko sinta
Refrain:
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Yakap moy di ko malimutan
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Sumpa man, iniibig kita
Mula nang makilala ka, aking mahal
di ako mapalagay
Sa kakaisip ko sa yo
Lagi na lang ikaw ang alaala ko
Kahit nasaan ka man
Larawan moy natatanaw
Maging sa pagtulog ay panaginip ka
Pagkat ang nais ko sana
Kapiling ka sa twina
Ano bang nakita
Ng puso kong ito sa yo
Kapag ikay kasama
Anong ligaya ko sinta
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Yakap moy di ko malimutan
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Sumpa man, iniibig kita
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Yakap moy di ko malimutan
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Sumpa man, iniibig kita
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Just Do Your Deeds and Be Done With It
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Why struggle against ignorance...
When the force of it,
Can create powerful setbacks.
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Without the need to seek attention.
Your deeds done will speak for themselves.
Leave them to do what it is to benefit!
And go.
Those living to fulfill an ego,
Will never understand...
Why their lives lived,
Have less peace in them!
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
That is all The Almighty requires.
And this 'Deity' is the judge of your soul.
No other opinion does The One solicit!
Just do your deeds and be done with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: After Death
A dead person never requires praise,
Nor does rebuking help to change his ways;
What if he wins or loses any case?
His earthly tenure, none can ev’r efface.
The soul that’s dead needs no awards/rewards,
Or posthumous citations, or birthdays;
What does it matter if they be kings/ bards?
No monument, his achievements repays.
And statues, paintings too will not suffice,
To glorify his works or laud great souls;
Just prayers for the dead souls will be wise,
And pleas to God to save souls from hell’s coals.
Death is a full-stop to our life’s sentence!
Where use we must, our sense and common sense.
9-12-2002
poem by John Celes
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Cancer For The Cure
The kids are diggin up a brand new hole
Where they put their deadbeat mom
Grandpas happy watching video porn
With the closed caption on
And father knows best
About suicide and smack
Well, hee hee hee
Cancer for the cure
Cancer for the cure
Buckle up and endure now baby
Cancer for the cure
ol blue eyes is back again
But he was never here in the first place
A heart attack may be something to fear
But take a look out back
cause courtney needs love
And so do i
Well, hee hee hee
Cancer for the cure
Cancer for the cure
Buckle upand endure now sweet thing
The cancer for the cure
song performed by by Eels
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