You Have No Shortfalls!
You are as perfect as the sun, to wake up every day,
And To rest every night in the quietness of dark rays,
You have no shortfalls to concern, but you have treasure,
That is stored safely in each and every cell of the divine shelter,
The shortfalls and inadequacies are created by the mortals,
You have the divine body to keep clean and display as portals,
Ignore the gossip of the weak, that tries to collapse your Citadel,
Stand tall and be happy as you have no shortfalls, as visuals,
You can run fast and take rest as you desire,
These jungles, made of trees and concrete, are ours,
Go out and play with the rain, snow and the cheating moon,
Babies are there to watch, oldies are there to catch for wise fun,
Youngsters are there to print the genes of new generations,
So you have no shortfall, as you are among any one of them.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Killing the dead
The end of life cancels all debts,
All enmity and all shortfalls.
Don’t sue one after one is dead.
It is like killing the dead wolf.
26.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Pair Of Sparrows!
A pair of twittering sparrows I see;
What a great wonder sparrows are!
Due to constructions of concrete jungles
Sparrows are driven out farther and farther!
So, they take shelter in high way trees;
Even those trees are cut for laying highways
And the sparrows are driven out still far away!
What kind of guys are they who take shelter
Under the trees in summer time but not
Think of pouring even a dropp of water to it?
Extension of concrete jungles destroys trees
And drives away a few sparrows too forever!
Is this called progress in the modern world?
Or is this a harbinger of apocalypse of the whole?
poem by Ramesh T A
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Nice to Be Winter
It must be nice to follow fall
Rest, my babies, rest
To blanch the landscape, trees and all
Rest, my babies, rest
To still the flies and honey bees
Blowing snow in swirling wreathes
And comb the pines with a frozen breeze
To ice the waves which rule the seas
It must be nice to be winter
It must be nice to sew for spring
Sleep, my babies, sleep
Soon to melt from everything
Sleep, my babies, sleep
To brighten night with a moonlit glare
The might of slumber’s quiet fare
And whistle whispers in the air
To cure the world of summer’s ware
It must be nice to be winter
poem by Kimberley Myles
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The King Paves The Way
If the king is corrupt,
His subjects will follow suit.
If the king is immoral,
His traders will take upper hand.
If the king listens to the queen,
He will lose mass appeal.
If the king ignores shortfalls
His welfare has no effects.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Good Times
Little kids play in the rain and do the darnest of things
They might get cold or catch a flue but still they'll play non-rest
They care not if the world might end or famine strikes the fields
As long as they are with a friend, worries cannot exist
'Happy! Happy! ' They will sing and then go dance in the rain
They paint a picture of you and me. I wish we were happy again
We could dance in the rain and sing with the birds and never care of this world
But now we're chained and frowning in pain but apparently this we deserve
Kids should never play in the rain it's a dangerous place to be
So the elders lock them in the house and safely hide the key
But as soon as the rain subsides and it's finally safe to play
They'll open the doors and let us play to our very hearts content
Yet every night I say a prayer that we'll be happy again
I miss my friend, I miss the rain, and I wanna go out and play
But the elders have locked us in for the safety of our souls
The rain is a dangerous place to play and we have to wait some more
The elders will keep me happy till the sun will shine again
But it doesn't mean that I don't miss you and how we played in the rain
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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Hurts and shortfalls
Man marries the woman he desires.
Woman desires the man she marries.
It is the fate of marriage thrust.
Tolerance wipes out hurts and shortfalls.
20.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Out on the pull
I'm sorry for being so blunt,
But admittedly I'm a #@$%,
I care for her looks and blue eyes,
Interest in her words are lies,
If she should tick one box or more,
More than one night could be in store,
A hand I feel I could shatter,
Is held tight to show she matters,
Should she lack plans or act a fool,
I'll try making up these shortfalls,
If it turns out that we do suit,
I wonder if kids would be cute,
And if things do not go that far,
Que sera, sera or huzzah,
I like the arts and going for walks,
Seeking the right girl to court.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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No hope of revival
A wicked man doesn’t know he’s wicked
But knows that he is kind when he is kind.
A greedy man doesn’t know he is greedy
But knows that he is content when he is.
Small goodness obscures such men their shortfalls
And lends them no hope of those revival.
26.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Devils Radio
Devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
I heard it in the night
Words that thoughtless speak
Like vultures swooping down below
On the devils radio
I hear it through the day
Airwaves gettin filled
With gossip broadcast to and fro
On the devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Hes in the clubs and bars
And never turns it down
Talking about what he dont know
On the devils radio
Hes in your tv set
Wont give it a rest
That soul betraying so and so
The devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
(oh yeah) gossip, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) oh yeah, (oh yeah) gossip
Its white and black like industrial waste
Pollution of the highest degree
You wonder why I dont hang out much
I wonder how you cant see
Hes in the films and songs
And on all your magazines
Its everywhere that you may go
The devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Runs thick and fast, no one really sees
Quite what bad it can do
As it shapes you into something cold
Like an eskimo igloo
Its all across our lives
Like a weed its spread
till nothing else has space to grow
The devils radio
Can creep up in the dark
Make us hide behind shades
And buzzing like a dynamo
The devils radio
(gossip) oh yeah, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) gossip, (gossip) gossip
Oh yeah, gossip I heard you on satans wireless
Gossip, oh yeah you know the devils radio, child
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
song performed by by George Harrison
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O, mother
O mother except you no other,
No one can fill place either,
No brother, sister or father,
Only you mother and no other,
On this earth unique place you find,
So important and no one would mind,
As moon and stars always shine,
You hold position as that of power divine,
You hold all of us close to the chest,
Take great care and keep us in nest,
Worry you more and feed us best,
You make all of us happy and then rest,
You sleet in wet cloths and kept us dry
Awoke at night and stopped our cry,
Always we fell down when tried to fly
Gave us shield and cover when felt shy
You did not eat full but little saved
Faced problems more but never caved,
We were kept neat and always clean,
But you didn’t think it was mean,
I remember once mom you wept,
Havoc played by flood and house nearly swept,
You struggled very hard and together kept,
Neither you created bogey nor did you weep
Taught us lessons how to stand fast,
Hurdles to face many but not to last,
Essence of life not to be washed away,
Neither to be carried away nor to miss the way,
Such stand fast in life you always stood,
Otherwise would have starved for the want of food,
You stood like rock and done work good,
Made us so humble and taken out of wood,
What I am today all because of you,
I consider you always next to 'THOU'
He is everywhere but not in race
I see His reflection on your face
Whole world exists and so do I,
Had you not been here what could see my eye?
All flash, bones and body wants to reveal something
As it is seen today would have been nothing
Words may be less and find no place
No object on earth can take place or replace
No amount of praise can do a better
Ink may not do good so as to write letter,
Even in leisure, happiness I measure,
Never get an answer and am also not sure,
Even for little pain you had simple cure,
Even at home you made us fully secured,
Even if put body and life at service,
Will do neither good and nor it suffice,
Mom I wept so much at your demise,
I found no one to console and to promise,
I may dare not and not even think,
Word of dishonor and even blink,
I may even think all mothers alike,
Whether all agree or have dislike,
With a word 'mother” heart is filled,
Life becomes sweeter and doesn't matter,
Even with the age I am still child,
Remember your beating when I grew wild,
You are laid to rest
But still you offer best,
I stand firm and loose no test,
Your good advices firmly to chest
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Requital
LOUD roared the tempest,
Fast fell the sleet;
A little Child Angel
Passed down the street,
With trailing pinions
And weary feet.
The moon was hidden;
No stars were bright;
So she could not shelter
In heaven that night,
For the Angels’ ladders
Are rays of light.
She beat her wings
At each windowpane,
And pleaded for shelter,
But all in vain;—
“Listen,” they said,
“To the pelting rain!”
She sobb’d, as the laughter
And mirth grew higher,
“Give me rest and shelter
Beside your fire,
And I will give you
Your heart’s desire.”
The dreamer sat watching
His embers gleam,
While his heart was floating
Down hope’s bright stream;
…So he wove her wailing
Into his dream.
The worker toil’d on,
For his time was brief;
The mourner was nursing
Her own pale grief;
They heard not the promise
That brought relief.
But fiercer the tempest
Rose than before,
When the Angel paus’d
At a humble door,
And ask’d for shelter
And help once more.
A weary woman,
Pale, worn, and thin,
With the brand upon her
Of want and sin,
Heard the Child Angel
And took her in:
Took her in gently,
And did her best
To dry her pinions;
And made her rest
With tender pity
Upon her breast.
When the eastern morning
Grew bright and red,
Up the first sunbeam
The Angel fled;
Having kiss’d the woman
And left her—dead.
poem by Adelaide Anne Procter
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Night Shower.
It rained yesterday night,
Blocking the full moon,
Cooling the hot winds,
Rain dancing on the ocean,
Making the birds shiver,
Wet with the rain,
They huddled together,
The rain making small streams
Seen through rays of noon,
Which stole through dark clouds,
The trees swaying
In we wind, whistling
Through it's branches,
Night rain making ghouls
Not venture out,
Lest they get wet,
The forest animals happy,
That their lakes will be full again,
For their daily drink,
Let the night rain continue
To coll the souls inside,
And the body outside.
Ravikiran Arakkal
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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A sunset [ double Quintain (English and Sicilian) ]
While the red butterfly melts its wings
Within the light red poppy chain,
The pink gray cloud of the sunset rings
On the gray pink sky the light rays,
Seemingly thrown in a bloody pain.
The leaving sun abandons the sky
For a few hours and like crickets crawl,
The whispers of oak leaves mean good bye,
While the coming night is a dark haul,
Looking at the moon with a black eye.
The sun and the moon finds synergy,
Light becomes gray regolith of moon
With helium fusing energy,
Night makes moon looks like a big balloon
Or like swaddled in a big cocoon.
Much more, like thoughts enveloped in words
Or like souls carrying their divine love,
With feathers of light like Holy birds,
In the rain with drops of divine globes,
Falling down for giving love awards.
Like rain with drops of human spheres,
Pouring up to Him when they can hook
Or falling right down to disappear,
Reverse arch getting a killer look,
Trying to provide fragrance of fear.
Their waves are liquid and drain in sight
Of Earth to meet at infinity.
They are like dark rays in the pure light,
Light rays are arches for Trinity,
While dressed in wind seems to be the night.
Stars are candles and night lights them all,
The colors withdraw in the lost light.
In the black darkness they look so small.
The seeds of dream germinate for fight,
Becoming real for breaking their wall.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Asunder
No hand could stay
the wretched turn
the taciturn display
the finger-tipped purpose,
the closed door
which she pulled aside;
sliding glass on smooth tracks
and sideways turned
she eased out
to the patio
where in the dark
her lover hid
behind the foliage bush
in the creeping night;
and I could only mute observe
how lightly deception walks
in the gloaming
where warm arms wait.
I suspend my hopes in squinted sight
straining to see who might
reflected be in the bushy frame
who he would be in my own long night
of what would be the happiness I could perceive
being shattered in her stealthy stealth,
in the bright eyes I now could see
greet her
just above her lingering embrace-
their clutched bodies
in secret mode-
famished it seemed
from last kiss since.
And I,
back now to the window brace,
trash my soul-
rummage for clue and trace-
of where my shortfalls lead to this state;
to where she took up with lover hence.
Of all moments
none can compare to that one where
Betrayal mixes with Despair
Betrayal's purple burning spear
searing Despair's Raging Hurt.
Of all Time
none shatters seconds into eons
as when Betrayal's lunge wields the sword
which splits the Heart asunder.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Oh Holy Night
Oh holy night
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear saviors birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine
Oh night when christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night, oh night divine
Oh night divine
Oh night when christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night, oh night divine
Divine.....
song performed by by 98 Degrees
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Divine
Philip bailey, roxanne seeman & ken barken
Youre a mystery, youre a true work of art
Like an answered prayer, like a light in the dark
Ooh, Im in ecstasy when youre next to me
Its the closest thing to heaven I could be
Tell me everything about you
Wanna get into your mind
Thinking this could be forever
Day and night, rain or shine
Chorus 1:
Divine
Girl, the way you know you make my sunshine
From the shadows you can make the moon climb
Ooh, the way youre loving me is so divine
Im remembering how the night was so clear
You were whispering Im so glad you are here
Ive always heard that love makes a man feel bliss
But I never dreamed that I could feel like this
Everything about you, baby
Got the full effect on me
Never seen a woman made so perfectly you must be
Chorus 2:
Divine
Girl, the way you know you make my sunshine
From the shadows you can make the moon climb
Ooh, the way youre loving me
Youre right on time
Divine
Something that these words could never describe
How I feel about you day and night time
Everything about you girl is divine
Bridge:
Baby, here in my arms
Let the night linger on
cause the magic of love is ours tonight
Givin strength to my life
cause the lovin is right
Tell me, are you an angel, baby
Chorus 2
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Puckered Lips
Long hazy days of endless fun
Locked arm in arm on strolling trips
Ne’re looking back nor forward either
Ho how I miss those puckered lips
The fun we had just hanging around
No one bothered about time or reason
With friends we share our childhood play
Out having fun no matter the season
When I look back with glazed expression
To see the wondrous life we had
It’s then I realise it had its shortfalls
Where love was lost, days ended sad
But above it all when we were young
Through memories haze, the hops and skips
The beauty of my childhood sweetheart
Lost in sweet dreams of those puckered lips
Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2009
poem by Brian 'Peza' Perrins
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A Fallen Tree
Who will dance with the wind now that you’re really gone?
Who will catch the sun’s rays on the hot summer morn?
Who will slow down the gust when it’s out of control?
Who will dilute the air that’s toxic to my soul?
Who will speak to the clouds about sending the rain?
Who will shelter me from the storm and soothe my pain?
Who will stand in the rain when others hide away?
Who will provide a place for little birds to play?
Who will catch my rain drops before they touch the ground?
Who will keep luxuriant grass from turning brown?
Who will present me a fruit for my morning dish?
Who will nourish my eyes and satisfy my wish?
Who will fix this huge hole in the soil of my heart?
Who will give me comfort now that we are apart?
poem by Howard Simon
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Mirrors
there is a gentle quiet repose about truths
the mirror holds them up so well
zen so well apportioned it crystalises
the world harmoniously to itself
we have all the respect for it
everyday we go up to it
to soak up its sublime honesty
smile and go face the world
as straight as we could
the part of us we love
we carry with gratefulness
a luminousity that lightens our steps
the part of us that slices up
our assurance of ourselves
we too carry with an ounce of dignity
like the mirror that never falters
in the face of adversities -scars, tortuous lines
that dig into the soul, claws that tear the hearts up,
shrivelled up looks, noses that go the wrong way, mouths
clefting like a mozart run awry
we throw in the grains
to help the mirror apportion
a better part of us to us
running through every corridor
of the selves, without fear or favour
in the spirit of the mirror
promising an enlightened trail friends
can rest their heart with ours
a zen mirror where strengths and
weaknesses, paradoxes and shortfalls
dance over our eyes with the
exquisiteness of a new and promising dawn
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Thanksgiving
O my dear Lord and Beloved God
I thank You for
the sun and the rain, the wind and the snow
and all that helps us to prosper and grow.
The moon and the stars in the night sky,
the clear mountain stream that flows down by.
The plants and the trees all growing in the meadow and field
that we can cultivate and harvest for what they have to offer and yield,
for our livelihood and sustenance in our daily life
and for Thy rules and regulations to avoid all strife.
For the inner Divine light and sound of Thy most precious Word
which inspite of everything else can still be seen and heard.
For Thy divine grace and love felt in our daily devotions to Thee
which will eventually help us all to realise that we are free.
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poem by George Krokos
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