Victims are more
I endeared myself to the parents,
That made my siblings hate me.
I endeared myself to the teachers,
That made my peers mock at me.
I endeared myself to the boss,
That made colleagues isolate me.
Whose fault is it?
I reaped what I didn’t sow.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What is beauty?
Flatten cheeks, sunken breasts,
Thin plait, muscle-less waist,
Neither modern, nor of fashion in posture,
None of which is distinct for beauty.
With them she stirs me rather than any.
No one is better than she to me.
Coyness, swiftness and smartness
And her formidable clan are her assets.
Uneven lips, crowded little teeth,
Deep seated eyes, manly nose:
Everything to me is voluptuous.
None endeared as she did;
None I endeared as much;
None she had maddened that much;
None she is fonder of than me.
Saturday and Sunday are black days
As we miss the presence of the
Other, and I curse all holidays.
Ethical or not, I am at her feet;
She revived in me my youth
And who herself retained her youth.
06.04.99, Plakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Friends
Im sitting in this room alone
Time is passing by
I think of things Ive said and done
And now I wonder why
At times all my eyes see
Is a world of misery
When Im overwhelmed with pain
You tell me how endeared I am my friend
Somehow we know just what were thinking
And listen when the other calls
Im here waiting for your call
And when were feeling down
We pick each other up before we fall
Youre sitting in your room alone
Life is passing by
You think of things you said
And all that youve done
Now you wonder why
And when all your eyes see
This world of misery
When youre overwhelmed with pain
Ill tell you how endeared you
Are my friend
song performed by by Motley Crue
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We Are Driven
We are driven!
With a love for exhaustion.
Those given a work ethic at birth.
With no other option known...
But to produce until it is felt,
An obligation has merit.
And a commitment is shown.
Although it is a given,
What is done is sincere.
But to skate on thin ice...
Should not be endeared.
A mental and physical breakdown,
Should be feared.
But we are driven!
And that which is sacrificed is made clear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Calf and dog
A wagging dog that bites
Is not endeared by all.
A dumb calf that can’t wag
Is in command of love from all.
25.12.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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yOu gOt eVeRy rEaSoN tO hAtE mE! ! ! !
U have got every reason to hate me...
u must open ur eyes n thn u will to see
hate me for the way i have talked
the way i irritated u when i laughed
i had been the reason to bring u those tear
i wasnt thr fr u whenever u felt fear
hate for the way i made u cry
for those moments when i tried to lie
hate me for the time i was not around
hate me for making those wired sound
hate me for the way i had predicted u
wht happened between us was nthing new
hate me for the way wht i made u feel
I m not the person who brings u zeal
hate me for my being so bad
without any fault i made u feel sad
hate me for being so selfish at time
the way i way i put the phone whn u said fault was mine
hate me for my being so careless
the way i bring everything to mess
hate me for my being every time so late
hate me coz i never cared fr u on that date
hate me for whtever i m
i m surely not the one u call as gem
hate me for whatever reason u want
i w'll give u the reason for haterate u want
poem by VaRuN JaIn
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Marred By Infidelity
What God has put together
Let no man put asunder
Marriage is a holy matrimony
Sacred vow dream by so many
Man and woman become one
Where single blessedness is gone
In marriage one may goes astray
While the other kneels down to pray
Somehow a hollow is created
Where another soul is well fitted
And so the love once so endeared
Has excites a curse becoming dread
While savoring other love in lust
The original love accumulates rust
A sacrament made with love in solemnity
Now has became marred with sinful infidelity
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Woman’s Pride
A woman poses on a pedestal
when she is admired.
She is up on a mount
when she is endeared.
But she is very well upon you
if she is taken for granted.
Therein, her pride is at stake.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Falling Off
I was a young man
Whose intentions were good
Kept my hands in my pockets
The way that I should
I soon found out
They got a mind of their own
Beginning to think
I had a heart
Made of stone
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I try to remember
I try to forget
I┬┤ll keep my promise
Is that what I said
I had your number
But I didn┬┤t call
I got no excuse
I got my back to the wall
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
My eyes don┬┤t want to see
My ears don┬┤t want to hear
The things that make me feel
That keep me so endeared to you
It makes me think
Is that the best I can do
It doesn┬┤t matter
The time that I fall
I'm up for the next one
Like I'm ten feet tall
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
I keep falling off
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Cul-de-sac path
You have taught me, late at my age,
With your half closed book,
That love is inexplicable to its core.
You the least from the best, drew me,
The tallest of all, and endeared me to you.
Both you did, though in a cul-de-sac way.
12.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Never Saw that Land Before
I never saw that land before,
And now can never see it again;
Yet, as if by acquaintance hoar
Endeared, by gladness and by pain,
Great was the affection that I bore
To the valley and the river small,
The cattle, the grass, the bare ash trees,
The chickens from the farmsteads, all
Elm-hidden, and the tributaries
Descending at equal interval;
The blackthorns down along the brook
With wounds yellow as crocuses
Where yesterday the labourer's hook
Had sliced them cleanly; and the breeze
That hinted all and nothing spoke.
I neither expected anything
Nor yet remembered: but some goal
I touched then; and if I could sing
What would not even whisper my soul
As I went on my journeying,
I should use, as the trees and birds did,
A language not to be betrayed;
And what was hid should still be hid
Excepting from those like me made
Who answer when such whispers bid.
poem by Edward Thomas
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Boss Of Me
Yes, no, maybe
I don't know
Can you repeat the question?
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
Life is unfair, so I just stare at the stain on the wall where
The TV'd been, but ever since we've moved in it's been empty
Why I, why I'm in this room
There is no point explaining
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
Life is a test, but I confess
I like this mess I've made so far
Grade on a curve and you'll observe
I'm right below the horizon
Yes, no, maybe, I don't know
Can you repeat the question?
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
Life is unfair
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The place of my birth, and residence for nearly sixteen years, in the early part of my life, became endeared to my feelings and affections; and more especially so after I had quitted it for an unknown place, and to associate with strangers.
quote by John Britton
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I Hate Loving You
I hate the way you made me cry
I hate that amzing sparckle in your eyes
I hate that you told me you loved me
Complete lie...
I hate how you looked at me and told me youd never leave
I hate how it was all just make believe
I hate the way you smile at me
I hate the way that makes me not breath
You make me stop and stare
I hate it
You make me not care
I hate it
You made me take down that wall
Now your not around to watch me fall
whos fault is that..?
....Mine..?
I wanna blame you
I realy do
But im the one who believed you
So I just want you to know
I hate how i love you
poem by Anna Edwards
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Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
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Happy Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
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Love Made Me Do It
Alarm clock rang 'bout a quarter 'till eight
Before I even got up, I was runnin' late
Crashed through the door about half past ten
Boss man waitin' when I walked in
I said...
Love made me do it
Love made me do it
Can't get enough of that woman of mine
Boss said I blew it, but love made me do it
The boys were going fishing at the Cherokee River
Said I'd meet them there, but I couldn't deliver
She was drowning me in a river of love
We were in deep 'till the sun came up
Love made me do it
Love made me do it
Can't get enough of that woman of mine
The boys said I blew it, but love made me do it
I don't feel bad 'cause I'm not to blame
I've got a heart for her that can't be tamed
A once track mind on a runaway rail
I can't help it I'm under her spell
Love made me do it
Love made me do it
Can't get enough of that woman of mine
They all said I blew it, but love made me do it
I said love made me do it
Can't get enough of that woman of mine
They all said I blew it, but love made me do it
Love made me do it
Love sweet love
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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What God Made
God made coffee~
~God made tea~
~God made boy's~
~Just 4 me! ~
~God made flowers~
~God made dirt~
~God made boy's~
~So I can flirt! ~
~God made coke~
~God made Pepsi~
~God made me~
~So So Sexy! ~
~God made the ocean~
~God made the Sea~
~God needed a princess~
~So he created me
poem by Nicole Jackson
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I hate everything about you.
I hate those who lie
I hate you
I hate your lies.
I do not know you
I hate you
I hate everything about,
You
I hate that you say you,
Care but you don't.
I hate you.
I hate for using me
I hate everything you,
Said.
I hate your voice
I hate yor looks.
I hate you.
I hate when you're,
Mad and take it out,
On me.
I hate the way you,
Talk to me
I hate the way you,
Make me feel.
I hate you.
I hate you for lying
I hate how you say,
You love me.
I hate you for treating,
Me soo cold
I hate you for who you,
made me.
I hate you.
I hate that you fooled,
Me
I hate the way you,
Stay down low.
I hate the way you,
Made me feel
I hate that you hurt,
Me.
I hate you.
I hate you blamed it,
All on me
I hate everything you,
Do to me.
I hate you for all your lies,
And broken promises
I hate the way I met you.
I wish I never Did.
I hate you with all of my,
Being.
I HATE YOU.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Corporal absence is good
I coveted, held and detested her.
The corporal presence is less endured;
I coveted, longed and pined for her.
The corporal absence is well endeared,
As it drops its defects being not close.
19.06.97, Agartala
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Diatribe
Some sit and try,
To dispense with a diatribe.
Focusing on selfish needs,
And hoping not to expose...
An imposing stupidity!
But they unleash such anger,
Attached to a shallowness.
It is clear they come with one objective!
And that one through their ranting,
No one can hear!
Electing to exit as their next step!
Although they believe themselves as sincere...
Once they are spotted,
Those who know them...
Choose not to go near!
And that is a lesson taught endeared!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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