Two eyes are not alike.
The God has made a mistake
When He made two eyes for human.
That is why, they do not see things alike
Things in plural invite bias.
21.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Things That Dreams Are Made Of
Take time to see the wonders of the world
To see the things youve only ever heard of
Dream life the way you think it ought to be
See things you thought youd never ever see
Take a cruise to china
Or a train to spain
Go round the world
Again and again
Meet a girl on a boat
Meet a boy on a train
And fall in love
Without the pain
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Take a lift to the top of the empire state
Take a drive across the golden gate
March, march, march across red square
Do all the things youve ever dared
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Like fun and money and food and love
And things you never thought of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
New york, ice cream, tv, travel, good times
Norman wisdom, johnny, joey, dee dee, good times
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
song performed by by Human League
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The 1st Mistake I Ever Made
I ain't got no claim to nothing.
I don't mess with anyone.
I walk my way living in a masquerade.
And one day I looked behind me at all the things I've done.
That's the 1st mistake I ever made.
I was born to a lonely women in a town called Buffalo.
Never knew the man who never stayed.
With my 12-string on my back I discovered every track.
That's the 1st mistake I ever made.
With a million hearts I've broken.
I never kept the score.
Memories of good love hate to stay.
But I still remember someone who loved me so much more.
That's the 1st mistake I ever made.
So
song performed by by Bee Gees from Two Years On
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Eyeless is lifeless.
Love at first sight takes place by eyes.
Child communicates with mother merely by eyes.
Between lovers, between couples,
Warmth and cold often waft through eyes.
You woo a girl by her eyes.
Tacit look of Rosalind made Orlando
Conquer the wrestler, Charles.
Lips can talk but eyes only reach.
27.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman lives in secrecy.
You can, in a mirror, see yourself
But you can never see yourself
The way you are to someone else.
You won’t appear to yourself
The way you do to a man’s eyes.
Many things you adorn yourself with
As per wishes of someone else.
That someone else is none other
Than your spouse or lover.
You are the doll without voice, dear woman.
That is why you are shrouded in secrecy.
07.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Senseless propitiation
One offers flowers, the other, coconut and grains,
Some one, a fowl or goat and some, even human being
To the image of Goddess; a nonliving entity.
Offer of living things to propitiate non living idols.
07.01.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Did I Do Something Write?
Have I, in recent days…
made you sad
Perhaps brought tears…
To your eyes
Have I rudely rent the fabric
of your heart
By reminding you of
Old loves and lies
Have I made you smile
With a memory tweak
To times long past
Yet dear
Have I made Your
skin crawl a bit
Shiver slightly
In unfounded fear
Have I made you wonder
Why things are… as they are
Have I made you ponder
If some things… really are
Have I made you snicker
Snort or chuckle
Caused you to dreamily smell
Long faded honeysuckle
Have I made you feel
That I’ve wasted your time
That you could have done Better
than to have read what I’ve written
Have I caused a big grin …With
some asinine rhyme…Made you remember
a certain letter From that special someone…
that you were smitten
Have I gotten Inside your head
To private places…
Thoughts known
to only you
Have I done these things?
If so… My heart sings
For these are things…
That only poets do
poem by David Whalen
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Sell Good Stuff
Poetry is produced by the able
And enjoyed by intellects, who are a few.
The classics are made by the eminent
But lie in slumber for want of readers.
The easy made stuff catches the mass,
Gains popularity and gives prosperity.
Cubs are few and calves are many.
Don’t get guided by marketing.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All are sadist at time
I am happier to make the other happy
Than when I am made happy.
I should be sadder to make others sad
Than when I am made sad.
But not so. Each one is a sadist.
30.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Riddle 4
MY First is singular at best:
More plural is my Second:
My Third is far the pluralest -
So plural-plural, I protest
It scarcely can be reckoned!
My First is followed by a bird:
My Second by believers
In magic art: my simple Third
Follows, too often, hopes absurd
And plausible deceivers.
My First to get at wisdom tries -
A failure melancholy!
My Second men revered as wise:
My Third from heights of wisdom flies
To depths of frantic folly.
My First is ageing day by day:
My Second's age is ended:
My Third enjoys an age, they say,
That never seems to fade away,
Through centuries extended.
My Whole? I need a poet's pen
To paint her myriad phases:
The monarch, and the slave, of men -
A mountain-summit, and a den
Of dark and deadly mazes -
A flashing light - a fleeting shade -
Beginning, end, and middle
Of all that human art hath made
Or wit devised! Go, seek HER aid,
If you would read my riddle!
poem by Lewis Carroll from Four Riddles
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A Lecture
While reciting, ‘Whose your daddy’
In the ears that student made ‘Choose your daddy’.
To my ears, he meant destiny is the father
While the main land is the mother.
Bad minds think alike
Makes a sweet scent, a toxic fume
Who ever smell it be made a destiny, a doom.
Life is never a choosy house
One choose, a devil’s tongue
No human ever chose, just He chose
Chose for good, even for the bad men.
One word can make a million meanings
Things are clear, but not that clearer.
Destiny is the book by God
No can dared to write such a book.
The line is for entertainment
So not all things teach things.
poem by Deepta Protik Osman
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Culture means, I think, that you have widened your experience enough through reading and through being a little bit thoughtful about these things that it has changed your outlook in some ways. And not necessarily made you a better human being but made you see things.
quote by Joseph Epstein
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The 1st Mistake I Made
I aint got no claim to nothing.
I dont mess with anyone.
I walk my way living in a masquerade.
And one day I looked behind me at all the things Ive done.
Thats the 1st mistake I ever made.
I was born to a lonely women in a town called buffalo.
Never knew the man who never stayed.
With my 12-string on my back I discovered every track.
Thats the 1st mistake I ever made.
With a million hearts Ive broken.
I never kept the score.
Memories of good love hate to stay.
But I still remember someone who loved me so much more.
Thats the 1st mistake I ever made.
So, when nothings worth the living and in the night I look above.
Prayed, about a million times I prayed.
I know my story ended when I lost my only love.
Thats the 1st mistake I ever made.
I was born to a lonely women in a town called buffalo.
Never knew the man who never stayed.
With my 12-string on my back I discovered every track.
Thats the 1st mistake I ever made.
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Sonnet- God gave man superior senses
God made each man, with eyes to see clearly,
And ears to hear the sounds that Nature made,
And nose to smell the scent of things surely,
And gave him skin to touch the Earth he laid.
Man made his own gadgets and tools to tell,
Details of environs that him surround;
Nevertheless, the things he made all fell,
Quite off the mark his special senses found.
And to his surprise, man had realised,
God given Special Senses simply great;
And all the things he'd made were mammoth-sized,
Ashamed and yet, he accepts not his state.
Whatever, God our Master gave to Man,
No man surpass'd; at least equal it can.
poem by John Celes
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You Made Me Want To
You made me want to,
You made me willing to.
You opened up that tiny door
to that other side
I'd never seen before,
and I was Magicalized.
You made me want to
be more,
to step into the Woody Glade
to see who and what lived there.
You made me want to
see more;
My eyes rounded
filling
with Wonder Things.
You made me want to
give more.
At our Midnight Picnic
under Yellow Moon
my blouse opened
to you,
showing you my Soul.
You made me want to
Share Souls.
You made me want to
merge who I was
with who
we were that night.
You made me
the One Alone
into
something more
than I had ever known
on my own.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I think the human race made a big mistake at the beginning of the industrial revolution, we leaped for the mechanical things, people need the use of their hands to feel creative.
quote by Andre Norton
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Maker of Heaven and Earth (All Things Bright and Beautiful)
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;--
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
poem by Cecil Frances Alexander
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At His Execution
I am made all things to all men--
Hebrew, Roman, and Greek--
In each one's tongue I speak,
Suiting to each my word,
That some may be drawn to the Lord!
I am made all things to all men--
In City or Wilderness
Praising the crafts they profess
That some may be drawn to the Lord--
By any means to my Lord!
Since I was overcome
By that great Light and Word,
I have forgot or forgone
The self men call their own
(Being made all things to all men)
So that I might save some
At such small price to the Lord,
As being all things to all men.
I was made all things to all men,
But now my course is done--
And now is my reward...
Ah, Christ, when I stand at Thy Throne
With those I have drawn to the Lord,
Restore me my self again!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Sonnet: The Beauty of God's Creation
The inflorescence of the grass seems great -
A spectacle of beauty to the eye:
A Maker's witness, we can't underrate:
A simply gorgeous thing under the sky!
Even the least of things is made so well;
A prying look reveals this truth and fact;
The worst of things on earth can't seem like hell;
Promise to man, God keeps always by pact!
Remember man, to never forget God;
Futile are things man-made and do not last;
But industriousness, God will applaud;
Let not engulf your heart, guilt of sins, past!
Mere human toil cannot sustain us much;
All things happen on earth by divine touch!
poem by John Celes
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Women are indiscreet
I misread those wives in my band
And lost good friends in their husbands.
I am not sad that I couldn’t get them
But that I made them reject me outwardly..
Women might be an indiscreet lot.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Show them equal love.
Love and benevolence
That you pour on your children
Are not sure to ensure you returns.
A little crack in evenness of distribution,
Inevitably made at different times
According to your justifications,
Will make them alienated from you.
You get alienated from the affected.
You end up with an orphan look.
To hate alike is better than to love not alike
13.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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