Their welfare is my least concern.
I write about women to reach them.
I speak about the poor to gain them.
My teaching is to improve my image.
Their welfare is my least concern.
18.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If you improve education by teaching for competence, eliminating schooling, and connecting with students, the test scores will improve.
quote by William Glasser
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Philosophy Of Loss
Welcome to why the church has died
And the heart of the exile and the kingdom of hate
Who owns the land and keeps the commands
And marries itself to the state
Modern scribes write in jesus christ
Everyone is free
And the doors open wide to all straight men and women
But they are not open to me
Who is teaching kids to be soldiers
To be marked by a plain white cross
And we kill just a little to save a lot more
The philosophy of loss
Now there are a few who would be true
Out of love and love is hard
And dont think that our hands havent shoveled the dirt
Over their central american graveyards
Doctors and witch hunters stripped you bare
Left you nothing for your earthly sins
Yeah but who made this noise just a bunch of boys
And the one with the most toys wins
And who is teaching kids to be gamblers
Life is a coin toss
And of course what you give up is what you gain
The philosophy of loss
Whatever has happened to anyone else
Could happen to you and to me
And the end of my youth was the possible truth
That it all happens randomly
So who is teaching kids to be leaders
And the way that it is is meant to be
The philosophy of loss
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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To get concern
I like that I am poor,
That’d fetch me others’ concern.
I like that I fall ill,
That’d earn me others’ concern.
I like that I am aged,
That’d grant me others’ concern.
Such occasions failing,
I’d pretend like those.
28.07.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Manners count
It is your dress, cleanliness and manner,
Not your skin, countenance, and glamour,
That earns you a woman’s concern.
Your clean mind, clean teeth, clean habit,
Not your muscles, jewels and wallet
Are which earn you a woman’s concern.
Be your manner and calls above her reproach.
Refrain from over care and over indulgence.
Then you will have earned a woman’s concern.
You lend her your ear and not eye.
You tend her passion, not her lust.
You will have won her concern.
If you have no concern for women,
If you have no woman’s concern,
Then no use of you being born.
13.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Write About The Moon
Don’t write about any sect.
People are class conscious.
They may hit you unaware.
Don’t write about genders.
Your opponent will attack.
Don't write about animals.
The Welfare Boared will catch you.
Instead, write about the moon.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In the order I was in, each brother takes five vows, one of which is teaching the poor gratuitously. As a young person I was seized by this idea of social justice and I wanted very much to follow my vow of teaching the poor gratuitously.
quote by Godfrey Reggio
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The concept of liking
A woman can gain a man;
The space and the time will tell.
A woman can turn stale to a man;
The space and the time will tell.
The image should fit the frame in the brain.
It takes time for the frame to adjust.
The frame that holds the image so far
Will loosen to dropp it unfit in size.
21.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mine has been a concern for the people, a concern to maintain stability, a concern to get people working together racially, ethnically, rich and poor - all segments of the city.
quote by Walter Washington
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More Humble Than I Am
Spiritualists claim we chose our own lives;
whenever you tell me to shut up, I wonder
why I chose a life in which I would never be
heard, not allowed to express anger at all
Making me balloon in my frustration- the only
reasonable explanation I can find is so that it
would force me to write; when I try to explain
my ideas you turn away in disgust, and
It is your right – teaching me it is my duty to
turn away from you too - otherwise I would
have been so content in a Candide-world
living in the best universe conceivable
I would not have had any other desire than
to enjoy the touch of my beloved sun, feel
the soft, misty caress of rain on my face,
while venturing out like Jane Eyre - but
My having chosen to live by doing translation
which smothers the soul while teaching art
of writing well, and a partner who teaches
self-effacement, shows that although
I am a bad person (in their eyes) , at least I
have high ideals - to grow more humble
than I am & gifts like watching Belle’s
Enchanted Tales and Despicable Me
Because if I had company, I would not
have retreated – though I might have,
in any case, no one can tell – and
what I gain is so valuable!
Candide – French novel by Voltaire
Belle Disney Channel – Beauty and the Beast
Despicable Me – Animation 2010
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Strong Women
My family is a family
Of strong women
Of that there is no doubt
These women
Have withstood
The challenges of their times.
All of life’s trials
The worst of the worst
History has not been kind
Deaths, rapes and murders
They have had to live with daily
Live with on their minds.
Unexpected circumstance
Have tested my ancestral women
And they somehow survived
And somehow they managed to live on
Sometimes all alone
And to go on and to thrive.
And now in the Halls of History
They can stand up and be counted
Among those women
Among the best of the best
Those who are still considered to be
Strong Women.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26,2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
poem by Christine A Kysely
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Women Of Color
women of color are superficial
women of color are women of wonder
women of color are those who contains the artificial heart
women of color are our mothers
women of color are special
women of color don't need to speak of themselves
it is others that speak of them
women of color have supernatural eyes
i think about them day and night
laugh at them they'll laugh as well cause
you're laughing at yourself
above the mountains their guts can surpass
across the ocean and time their stories stays
if you see one smile then you will see true happiness
poem by jude TOUSSAINT
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Losing
Oct 2012
Losing
My love for you inspires me to write poems of love, yet mixed with sadness and sorrow.
Loss and gain of finding and losing, of regret and fulfilment,
happiness and the denial of enlightenment in reality, that I was ment to write for you.
Love, yet not to posses, or to touch.
Only to write of loss and to live in reality, to write of what I may of had...
To write how I sabotaged love.. yet still.. and how I'm too hard to like never mind to love.
Its all written down on paper, in my mind scarred and seared into my heart, im just too out of reach
for anyone to want to....
Loving you, allows me to see this... I have failed...and I thank you for this...
I hope, I'm sure, love will never come my way again.
I write it all down for you,
using red ink.
poem by Jill Laughlin
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We Speak Often
we speak often...
of revolution, yet
we almost never speak,
of the old woman left alone,
her husband dead two years...
who sits in the dark,
and sometimes eats,
and cant see to clean her house.
we speak of peace,
and send troops to liberate,
teaching seperation in our churches.
we speak of hope,
yet horde all we can,
and keep our revolvers loaded.
we speak of justice
in terms of 'i' and 'they'....
and applaud wordplay in our courtrooms...
we speak of equality,
then call each race by name,
and demand that they speak english.
we speak of god as holier than thou...
never understanding dialogue and dissolution....
we speak a lot, yet cannot listen...
what fools we are!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hire to rear
I shall speak; who is there to hear?
I shall write; who is there to read?
I shall paint; who is there to see?
Yet I hire men and do things.
07.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poet
Real gem with good name
You are eligible to claim
Poems with nice composition
Quick in row with nice disposition
So is the role of poet
Never to sit quiet
If there is unrest somewhere
He has to reach there
Write for the cause
It is essential because
That may give insight view
May not reach to all but few
So they are the third eye
For the society to try
Give them enough of love and honor
It is trusted upon and called for
What do the poets write today?
Stars, moon and Milky Way
About horizon and hollowness
But why not to see at ground's face?
Poor move half naked
Their interest is forgotten and not staked
Rich become richer
Poor remain sufferer
Environment is affected
Public opinion still not reacted
Trees are cut and rivers are blocked
Coal is forgotten and from gas it is cooked
Sing not for artificial songs
Love not for what is wrong
Write not for only imagery
World is already in mess and cuts sorry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Women
Women behind bars, women in fast cars, women in distress, women with no dress
Women in airplanes, women who play games
Women in uniform, see that woman with her clothes gone
Women who satisfy, women you cant buy
Like women in magazines, and women in a limousine
Women who sip champagne, women who feel no pain
Women in a disco, and women who dont wanna know, no no
Oh, women wanting sympathy, women feeling extacy
Women who live in fantasies, bringing man to his knees
Women who boil to love, women who need a shove
Women who cant be beat, get that woman in the back seat, yeah yeah
Women in the usa, those women steal your heart away
Women into rock n roll, women who steal the show, go go go
Women that you write songs about, women that turn around and kick you out
Women you dream about all your life
Women that stab you in the back with a switchblade knife
Oh women, oohoo, talking bout women, all round the world
Yeah women, all the naughty girls, talking bout women, come on baby
song performed by by Foreigner
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Her Woes
the social welfare
officer carries
her bouncing baby
boy
the social welfare
officer says the boy
is healthy
the mother has
meningitis and
cannot support
the boy
he needs a lot
of milk
he is heavy and
he smiles a
lot and he
stares at his
mother
who has no
mind of her own
now
the social welfare
officer carries
the baby in her arms
and i am signing
the papers
attesting to the
mother's having
to give up the
boy for
welfare,
her sister from
Calape
has six kids
and her husband
is jobless
the boy stares
at her mother
who says
she is moving
to another place
to forget him
she was raped.
she got pregnant.
they are poor.
and she has to give
up the boy
the boy keeps
staring at her
mother.
their woes.
would you like
to carry the boy, sir?
he says.
No. he is definite.
No. His answer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I believe sanity and realism can be restored to the teaching of Mathematical Statistics most easily and directly by entrusting such teaching largely to men and women who have had personal experience of research in the Natural Sciences.
quote by Ronald Fisher
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Constructive Criticisms Are Welcome
the way i typed it has a sentamental value...im glad for your consern on my spelling but toommorow is not the point of the poem...thank you for being a 'spell check' if you will but each letter and word is writen the way i write it for a reason...but thank you for your concern
something british i suppose,
but the way i type it
has a sentimental value...
i am glad for your concern
on my spelling but
tomorrow is not the point of the poem...
thank you
for being a speller
a checker but each (word and letter) is written
the way i write it with reason
under the circumstances
reasonable and
legal and tolerable
thank you
thank you
for your concern....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lenexa Baptist Church = When A Man Loves A Woman
When a man loves a woman he has greater purpose
As he puts her welfare before his own.
He never lies, cheats, beats or dishonors her
As his goodness and concern are shown.
He says thank you to Heaven for her presence and love
And performs his best to stay needed and deserving.
He can’t help but ponder her God given gifts
As he triumphs by his faithfulness, gratitude and serving.
All through history men have loved God’s women
And couldn’t help but submit to their desire.
When you have a good woman you never let up
As you faithfully feed and fan her fire.