When not renewed, it is doomed.
The money I spent on the phone call
could have bought me six packets of cigarettes.
But her voice, ridden with love, fills
My heart full. I have no regrets.
By her words I could see her.
By her tone I could feel her.
A debt not demanded,
and a crop not attended
are lost for ever. So is the love.
Let her calve for one;
For me let her milk.
She has, thus far, not yielded fruit.
She is not barren. She still merits.
22.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Act on your own.
You love and marry; then too crop up regrets.
You marry and love; then too pile up miseries.
Regrets in love marriage hurt you less
Like the hit you get on your head from a beam
So better, you love and marry for self- pity.
07.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love can be.
Love can be there when we start,
Love can be there when we depart.
Love can be hot,
Love can be cold.
Love can be an unsure,
Love can be confident as gold.
Love can be good,
Love can be unkind.
Love can be mysterious,
Love can be blind.
Love can be endless,
Love can be short.
Love can be stolen,
Love can be bought.
Love can understand,
Love can be an art,
Love can be tearing apart.
Love can be spoken,
Love can be making.
Love can be broken,
Love can be leaving,
Love can be a cost.
Love can believe,
Love can be lost.
Love can be jealously,
Love can be a task.
Love can be all at sea,
Love can be under a mask.
Love can be big,
Love can be small.
Love can be meaning,
Love can be a phone call.
Love can be sexy,
Love can be in words.
Love can be funny.
Love can be in this verse.
Love can be, like the love in you and me.
poem by Guy Lipmore
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The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 16
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’m feeling all alone
I can’t connect with my friends out there
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I miss its ringing tone
I’ve searched for it everywhere
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
And now I cannot roam
I must stay near in case it rings
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I do not wish to moan
It has numbers, dates and all kinds of things
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
And now I guess I’m prone
To wander like a lost zombie
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve no mind of my own
Without it there to organise me
I’ve lost my mobile phone
poem by Flying Lemming
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I write for myself.
I write for a name and fame
and not for penny or tummy.
I feel well while I pen verses.
It fills me with a kind of pride..
I am alert by heart.
I am alert by intellect.
I love the young and live young.
I learn my mental faculty.
I spend endlessly my time.
And spend painlessly money.
I have feeling of well being.
as they buy me youth and health,
with head upright while I walk..
26.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do not tell me about your love
Do not tell me about your love,
put the things between us in words
as loneliness surrounds me
and every time that you do not phone
or I cannot call, as I would like to
my heart, my voice is silenced
and I wonder where your joys lie,
what these things are saying, (or am I wasting my time)
loneliness only cuts deeper into me
as if the end of our love is starting again,
I am lost in the darkness surrounding me,
as if words fabricate everything between us
and still I am confused
as I know that there’s love in your heart for me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Call It A Loan
In the morning when I closed my eyes
You were sleeping in paradise
And while the room was growing light
I was holding still with all my might
Oh--what if its true
...what my heart says
Oh--whatll I do
What if this feeling becomes hard to part with
You were meant to play your part
In the design of a desperate heart
And while you gave your love to me
I was betting I was getting it free
Oh-- if Id only known
...what your heart cost
Oh-- can we call it a loan
And a debt that I owe
On a bet that I lost
In the evening when you see my eyes
Looking back at you, no disguise
Im not sure who you think youll see
Im just hoping youll still know that its me
Oh-- what if its true
...better ask the man inside
Oh, oh-- there seem to be two
One steals the love, and the other one hides.
Yeah-- can we call it a loan
Till Im paid in full for the seeds Ive sown
Yeah-- can we say that Ive grown
In someway that we may have yet to be shown
Oh-- if Id only known
...what your heart cost
Oh-- can we call it a loan
And a debt that I owe
On a bet that I lost
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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To Hear Your Voice
To hear you voice, brings warmth
the soft tone and the sexy accent
the elegant sound of words together
make the heart pitter patter
your whisper brings goosebumps of love
from a father to hear you talk reminds me
of how your voice cares, like your beauty
to call and hear your voice brings joy of love
picturing you near and by my side
how comfort you voice makes me
to hear you sing is a angel from heaven
the laughter is joy of humor we make
the tears brings crackles to your sound
breaks my heart to it so.
saying I Love You returns your smiles
whisper to me how you feel
I need to hear the voice of love and joy
sweet voice of yours make the world turn
poem by Michael Peterson
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Pain Of Existence Without.....
It was pain of existence without your phone calls.....
This pain was not related to time, as time moved on.....
but the pain remained, pain and more pain....
without a phone call from you........
Time started moving, but there was no phone call, , , , , ,
I was lost with the acute awareness of this great pain.....
pain and more pain......
I wish I could tell you how much your phone calls mean to me, , , , ,
what if we have not met, what if we have not seen each other
but dear your phone call is what makes me pull through my day....
your voice is a magic to me, it is music to my ears....
but dear you never called.... and the pain remains...
The pain reminds me of the wonderful times we had....
the long phone calls.... your voice, your silence, , your moans
all this was so wonderful, which meant so much to me....
but dear you never called........
come back and call me dear...... and tell me how much I mean to you
call me once my love........
I wait for your magic voice, for all wonderful things you tell me....
for all the beautiful moments over phone we had.......
I wait with great pain, pain and pain.....
Just to hear you..... or get a message from you
Your messages are my breakfast, my dinner, , , ,
I sleep thinking of you hearing you, reading you...
I wake up to read your message..........
But dear you never called you never messaged....
come back just once my love come back
I just want to tell how much I miss your voice.............
Whenever We Are Apart
Tenderness comes from your touch,
and love fills this lonely heart.
Though no one will ever know
the loneliness, I feel
whenever we are apart.
Evenings are spent in splendour,
having you close and near,
but then sadness fills the air,
an ache grows a in my heart
whenever we are apart.
Only love knows
the feelings that we both share,
and why we feel so lonely
whenever we are apart,
even though love may fill the air.
9 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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My Chocolate Milk
Note:
'Chocolate Milk' is a nickname
I love when you call me hun
I love when you call me sweety
I love when you call me love
I love calling you my baby.
I love the way you talk
I love the way you smile
I love how you effect me
I love how you ignore the 6953 miles
I love how you soothe me
I love how you kiss me
You’re not even here
But I can feel you hold me.
I love our conversations
I love how you comfort me
I love everything about you
I love the way you love me.
I love you for saying ‘when’ not ‘if’
I love you for loving me
I love you for being optimistic
I love you sweetie
Whenever I am down
I start to think
About my baby miles away
About my chocolate milk.
poem by Eudora M.A.S.S.A.
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Call Me
(steve benson)
Producer for bonnie: steve benson
Love will always find the way
Feelings are the hardest words to say
Oh call me, call me
Baby, always call your name
I would never feel this way again
Oh call me, call me
There is love enough, enough for two
There will never he another you
How can you mend a broken heart
Oh he said goodbye without a tear
Through a million souls, a million fears
Thats no way to say goodbye
*call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
My love never dies
(my love never dies)
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
You light up my life
(you light up my life)
Love dont ever die
Ill he there if you want me
Im living with my memories
Oh call me, call me
From the bottom of your heart
You swore wed never break apart
Oh call me, call me
Oh hold on tight and dont let go
If you love me let me know
I never had a love like ours
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
My love never dies
(my love never dies)
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
You light up my life
Oh Im never gonna give you up
Why did you break my lonely heart
My world begins and ends with you
If theres one thing that I know
Babe, Ill never let you go
If I sold my heart to you
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
My love never dies
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
You light up my life
(you light up my life)
(* repeat)
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
My love never dies
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Lost in Love.....
Lost in love
with the innocense of your eyes when i first saw you,
Lost in love
with your humble voice that made me crave for it even more,
Lost in love
when being friends we came to know the incompleteness in our lives,
Lost in love
with the nervousness i felt when i first expressed my love and emotions,
Lost in love
with the smell of your hairs that mesmerized me,
Lost in love
with the gulabi lips that took me to a dream world,
Lost in love
with the kissable hands that i always want to hold till eternal love,
Lost in love
with the sensuous touch of yours which made me feel heavenly,
Lost in love
with your heartbeat that made me feel very close to your heart,
Lost in love
with the ticklish tummy of yours that lightened my senses,
Lost in love
with the hug of yours which made me feel complete,
Lost in love
with the kiss of yours that lessened the gap between our souls,
Lost in love
with the pain you took to keep our relation,
Lost in love
when we were departed and alone,
Lost in love
with the undying feeling of yours that kept me awake all night,
Lost in love
when we have found our WAY BACK INTO LOVE.
poem by Villager Gulabo
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Wants are stronger than love
A flower in a vase, I love.
But one in garden, I want.
An apple bought, I love.
But one plucked, I want.
A puppy in-door, I love.
But the one next door, I want.
A parrot in cage, I love.
A mina outside, I want.
A diamond on finger, I love.
But the one on nose, I want.
The music from media, I love.
But the one in person, I want.
A print of an actress, I love.
But that of my sweetheart, I want.
The woman who cares, I love.
But the one who I care, I want.
Dear, you are intangible.
Dear, I want you terribly.
18.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Parents Deaf Ears
they are parents and they say
they know what love is about.
but! they don't hear their
children scream and shout.
all they see and feel is the love
they have for one another.
for they are blind and can not see
the hurt upon their children
and the pain that they are in
when no love is shown from within.
children should be shown love every day
and words of encouragement in every way.
when they go away to school
and they need to hear your words of praise
or 'a call' to see if they're alright.
it is not much of a plight.
pick up that phone and let them know
the choice they made, is the way to go.
and if they need with someone to talk to
pick up the phone, thats all they have to do.
you are the parent and must set the example
of what love is all about
do not wait for them to scream and shout.
what if they never let you know
just what they feel
and their love you have to steal.
to climb into the backs of their hearts
and to make a new start.
is this the example that you set?
you will lose them
on that you can bet.
what happens when your spouse is gone?
will their love still hold on.
or will you have turned them away
because you had nothing to say.
open your heart and show them you care
for later on, they'll be right there.
poem by Louis Rams
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Rent
(again... again... again... ooooh
(again... again... again... again... ...)
You dress me up, Im your puppet
You buy me things, I love it
You bring me food, I need it
You give me love, I feed it
And look at the two of us in sympathy
With everything we see
I never want anything, its easy
You buy whatever I need
But look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
You phone me in the evening on hearsay
And bought me caviar
You took me to a restaurant off broadway
To tell me who you are
We never-ever argue, we never calculate
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
Im your puppet
I love it
And look at the two of us in sympathy
And sometimes ecstasy
Words mean so little, and money less
When youre lying next to me
But look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent
(ooooh) ooh, I love you, you pay my rent
Look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent
Look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent (its easy, its so easy)
(ooooh) you pay my rent (its easy, its so easy)
(ooooh) you pay my rent (its easy, its so easy)
(ooooh) I love you (its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Gumboots
I was having this discussion
In a taxi heading downtown
Rearranging my position
On this friend of mine who had
A little bit of a breakdown
I said breakdowns come
And breakdowns go
So what are you going to do about it
Thats what Id like to know
You dont feel you could love me
But I feel you could
It was in the early morning hours
When I fell into a phone call
Believing I had supernatural powers
I slammed into a brick wall
I said hey, is this my problem?
Is this my fault?
If thats the way its going to be
Im going to call the whole thing to a halt
You dont feel you could love me
But I feel you could
You dont feel you could love me
But I feel you could
I was walking down the street
When I thought I heard this voice say
Say, aint we walking down the same street together
On the very same day
I said hey senorita thats astute
I said why dont we get together
And call ourselves an institute
You dont feel you could love me
But I feel you could
You dont feel you could love me
But I feel you could
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Ignorance has no doubts
Doubts crop up to the priest
In what he learns for preaching.
Doubts crop up to the astrologer
In what he learns for foretelling.
Both take care to put aside the doubts
And preach the rest as if a tested truth.
The mass is kept in ignorance
So that the heads run their profession.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I starve for a fruit on a tree
I am forbidden to pluck
the fruit that ripened.
I can get access to fallen
fruit, but it is rotten.
My desire exists.
My want is not sated.
One consolation-
I am not weary of you
who I am in pursuit of
and in whom my taste is alive
as you aren’t a fallen fruit.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do not tell me about your love [2]
Do not tell me about your love,
when I cannot phone you when I want to,
when you put the things between us in words
or loneliness will only cut deeper into me
and I wonder where your joys lie
(let the end of our love never begin)
and every time that you do not phone
my heart feels stripped and cold.
Do not tell me about your love,
as sometimes I wonder if you are only pretending
that you want to share your time with me
and I wonder where your joys lie
why your peculiar behaviour do not bother you,
you rub me like emery
when you put the things between us in words.
Let me keep on pretending
as I know there’s love in your heart
that you want to share your time with me
before I cancel that which is between us forever
or my heart, my voice will go silent.
Do not tell me about your love,
as for me there may only be heartache
when you come out with the real truth
as I know there’s love in your heart
and when at times I want to hesitate
I may realize that I am just wasting my time
when you put the things between us in words,
I may be astonished
and if you really love me,
when you come out with the real truth
it may bless or wreck everything
and for your attention I will never beg.
Do not tell me about your love,
when you put the things between us in words
if you truly adore me
or loneliness will only cut deeper into me
and if you really love me,
let the end of our love never begin.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love is a trade.
When a man is landed up
with a woman of fortune,
to wed her, he is haste
lest some one should usurp.
When he has the upper hand
he is quick for her flesh,
With wedding not in card,
himself not in confidence.
Love is a trade
and is bought by fraud.
25.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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