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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Keep distance for grace
Just grant audience.
He sees you on a peak.
Just throw a glance.
He sees you on a desk.
When access is granted
He sees you on a pedestal.
By physical intimacy,
You fall on floor, equal.
Woman, try to be on pedestal, the least.
18.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman and Pride
Woman roar
Woman show
Woman dance
Woman fight
Woman win
Woman cry
Now this woman's pride
lies in her tears
Woman's pride...............
Woman's life
Woman's private
Woman's movie
Woman's dream
Woman's cohabit with her renter
Woman's living away from the outside world
Woman's pride......................
poem by Yihuai Ying
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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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Woman has more pride than sex
Don’t take it granted with any woman
That she would prefer you to her husband
For a tryst because you score over him.
No woman will like to risk her pride.
19.11.2000, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sans woman, man will hang.
Hell is not far to seek
but is right here at your beak
for you to experience
when you lack
a protective mother,
an assuring wife,
a supportive sister,
a promising daughter,
or any woman of that sort.
Coz you are a pepper vine.
Woman is a stake.
Without a stake, you’ll hang?
23.12.2000, Pmdi`
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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P R I D E
Pride and armor
of a lineage, a perception
cautions and lifts inner to a
pedestal.........
lessons on its rule book
taught not to run back...
but fight back with dignity...
that is pride...
precursors wrote in regal ink
a kind of aura it transpires
a blend and its majestic ensemble
imprinted on a realm...
laurels from a bastion
a difference of a shield so strong..
royal drapes and its layers
vanished on sheets of democracy
but the blood veins carries
a blend...that holds power...
power to fight back with dignity
not to run back on tribulations..
not to fear back on defeats...
A circlet cosseted by ethnicity
on all odds and not to panic
on ordeals or die like a coward....
great grand mother scribbled before death
“Pride is not mind’s arrogance....
pride is mind’s power to hold self
on a revered and meaningful
pedestal....”.
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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Stake Stake Stake
Stake, stake, stake,
on the green felt fabric thrown, -
the croupiers, awake,
the players, weary, grown.
O well for the novice who
can cash in lucky play,
O ill for the gambler too,
rash not to end his stay
as the golden chips go on
back to stack within the till, -
but O for the touch of a vanish’d hand,
and woe for the crushing bill!
Stake, stake, stake,
while a camera all can see,
records both banks which break,
and counts accounts’ red plea!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I Am Not A Woman...
I am not a woman that loves with a heart
I am not a woman that's silly and smart
I am not a woman with open wounds
I am not a woman that's more attuned
I am not a woman that you hold dear
I am not a woman that has no fear
I am not a woman that's loved or lost
I am not a woman that doesn't know the cost
I am not a woman that's hurting inside
I am not a woman that has no foolish pride
I am not a woman that can't look you in the eye
I am not a woman alone that cries
I am not a woman that's imprisoned with chains
I am not a woman that holds her will in vain
I am not a woman, or mother, or friend
or wife, or daughter, or one to depend
I am not a woman of all and more
Because I gave it away to the one I adore
what's left is all you see
Just a woman that truly believes
Passing Clouds
Those I admired in my teenage are no more.
Those I admired in my middle age are old.
Those I admired later are out of the screen.
The ones I admire now are in their teen age.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love – a paper deer
Love is admired
From prose and verses.
Love is adored
From sonnets and ballets
And is endeared
In arts, portraits and celluloid,
But if enacted
Off the stage, off the plays,
It is abhorred
By one and all, laden with jealousy.
So is love
To be versed, acted and not practiced.
So is love
To be read, beheld and not bred.
01.04.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Take Away My Single Life
I need a commitment
Because I'm tired of moving around
From this woman to that woman
With no reason to settle down
Some people say that I'm too particular
And that I carry too much pride
But I'm only looking for a real woman
That's going to make me satisfied
I need the type of woman
That takes pride in her real hair
And when we lay down at night
Her pretty eyes will still be there
I don't need the type of woman
that's always holding out her hands
With payday being the only day
That she claims me as her man
I want a woman that's in my arms
This day well so as the next
So that I can have positive feelings
At any time when we have sex
There's no need for a woman to be my girlfriend
If she's not fit to be my wife
And until a woman takes me that serious
I will remain living a single life
poem by Lamar Griffin
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Why Should I Wish To Just Sit On a Pedestal?
To sit on pedestals,
May be heights some wish to achieve.
But as for me...
Why should I place such limits on myself?
Isn't the Universe boundless?
And we are gifted to live on an Earth,
Suspended as it spins.
With only the force of gravity,
To keep it mysteriously positioned.
Why should I wish to just sit on a pedestal?
There is something far greater than that,
I am a part of and desire to explore.
Too many miracles surround me,
I witness being produced.
And I would choose just to sit on a pedestal?
That may be what 'you' choose to do.
But I've got my sights on STARS!
With a blazing done in all of this Cosmic wonder.
Why should I wish to just sit on a pedestal?
Are you kidding?
With all that I envision going on?
Comeon, let's get real here!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The power of prayer
You pray a lot and take pride
That your prayers are granted
And you pray some more
Like a monk like a priest,
Sometimes I think about
Prayerful dogs, what if their
Prayers are granted too
Bones and more bones
Would surely rain from
The heavenly skies.
Oh yes, I pray, but if my
Prayers are not granted,
I still know that God loves me
He thinks my wants are not the best
For me, and he reserves the rest.
That really suits me best.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I was writing a chapter of Beautiful Evidence on the subject of the sculptural pedestal, which led to my thinking about what's up on the pedestal - the great leader.
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False hope misleads you
When you gain friendship with a woman
You feel having in you something special
That her husband lacks for her, and takes granted that she could yield. You break you’re scorned.
No wife would break her pride.
25.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Self-Made Woman
Self-made woman
Is who I am.
Self-made woman,
The pride of man.
Look at me.
Tell me what it is
that you see.
A woman....
Independent and strong.
A woman....
Shaming all that is wrong.
Self-made woman
Is who I am.
Self-made woman,
The pride of man.
poem by Danielle Bush
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The Pride of a Woman
The pride of a woman lies in the bare root of her soul,
The content of her character and the switch in her strole,
The greatest once wrote with not a single lie,
That she danced like she got diamond at the meetings of her thighs,
You can see in her face a phenomenal woman none the less,
With her pride brightly shining shaming all she don’t impress,
The pride of a woman lies in the steal barrier that guards her heart,
All other emotions showing but protects that special part,
The pride of a woman lies in the place that tells her what she’ll be,
Her character, her strole, her face, her soul, in you and all in me.
By: Breanna Givens
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The Proud
Pride exalts itself
It cannot ask for help
It cannot even pray
Humbly kneel today
It never bows to ask
It wears a stoical mask
Pride can breed anger
Can't forgive the offender
It goes for years in heights
A pedestal of Rights
Knows only 'I, me, mine'
As long as Self is fine
No pity, no compassion
Only selfish emotions
It cannot say 'I'm sorry'
Though mistakes are many
It craves full attention
Wearing self-exaltation
Seeks applause of men
Its name up there again
The Spirit, it cannot receive
In self-effort it believes
Not really needing God-
Pride? Makes me so very sad.
'Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.'
(Proverbs 16: 18)
'In his pride the wicked does not seek Him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God.'
Psalm 10: 4
by Cynthia A. Buhain-Baello
Sunday, April 26,2009
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Missing
The missing
Hes missing... they took him away!
The last days
The sinking shunned
The last rites
Of what we have done
So watch yourself
And watch what you say
The martyr dies
So whats at stake?
He takes it for granted
His times gonna come
Hes missing... they took him away!
Watch yourself!
The missing!
Hes missing... they took him away!
The last days
The time has come
The last rites
Of what weve become
So watch yourself
And watch what you say
The martyr dies
So whats at stake?
He takes it for granted
His times gonna come
Hes missing... they took him away!
Watch yourself!
They took him away!
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Pride
Pride exalts itself
It cannot ask for help
It cannot even pray
Humbly kneel today
It never bows to ask
It wears a stoical mask
Pride can breed anger
Can't forgive the offender.
It goes for years in heights
A pedestal of Rights
Knows only 'I, me, mine'
As long as Self is fine.
No pity, no compassion
Just selfish, rude emotions
It cannot say 'I'm sorry'
Though mistakes are many.
It craves full attention
Wearing self-exaltation
Seeks applause of men
Its name up there again.
The Spirit, it cannot receive
In self-effort it believes
Not really needing God-
Pride? Makes me so very sad.
'In his pride the wicked does not seek Him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God.'
Psalm 10: 4
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
April 28,2009
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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