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If not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

quote by P.G. Wodehouse
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Disgruntled Grumblings Zinged

My heart and I no longer fight or wrestle,
Over which way to go.
No.

My head and mind decides what's right.
Finally united.
And about that my heart likes.

Disgruntled grumblings zinged!
And from me they've gone.
All zapped and zinged.
And from me they've gone.
Wrapped up and flinged.
And from me they've gone.

No more disgruntled grumblings haunting me,
When they don't belong.

All grumblings have been zinged.
And from me they've gone.
All zapped and zinged.
And from me they've gone.
Wrapped up and flinged.
And from me they've gone.

Disgruntled grumblings zinged with everything,
That did not belong.

My heart and I no longer fight or wrestle,
Over which way to go.
No.

My head and mind decides what's right.
Finally united.
And about that my heart likes.

Disgruntled grumblings zinged!
And from me they've gone.
All zapped and zinged.
And from me they've gone.
Wrapped up and flinged.
And from me they've gone.

Disgruntled grumblings zinged with everything,
That did not belong.
They've all been wrapped and flinged,
And from me now they're all gone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Have a Good Gruntle

'You're the most ept, ert, choate and dolent person I know -
how do you manage it? '

'Excuse me...? ? '

Words are fun.
If your child's school report
declared him or her
'inept, inert, inchoate, and indolent'
you'd have a fairly clear picture
of how things are;
the negatives survive,
as more useful
(ah, sad reflection...)

and then there are the words
that have reversed their meanings
by some really interesting
but alas never yet charted
human failing:
'nice' once meant stupid and ignorant;
'silly' once meant blissful...

But today I'm savouring 'disgruntled':

that is, dissatisfied, and angry with it;
a state not unknown
to a consumer society;
so are you gruntled today -
satisfied and happy?

but it's not quite as easy as that:
if you're gruntled, then officially you're
'uttering little grunts'...

would that be while DIYing
somewhere back of the sink,
or pigging out so fast you can hardly
make time to breathe,
or perhaps being, uh,
sexually favoured?

Words are fun
especially for poets -
Shakespeare made up more than anyone
just like that
without some egghead like Bacon (aha!) or Jonson
looking over his shoulder and saying
you can't say that
they won't know what you mean

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poem by Michael Shepherd
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Reverse Reality

when one becomes somebody, it is actually nobody
when one happens naturally to be nobody, it is a real somebody by decision
when one becomes somebody, it is actually nobody
when one happens naturally to be nobody, it is a real somebody by decision
when one becomes somebody, it is actually nobody
when one happens naturally to be nobody, it is a real somebody by decision
when one becomes somebody, it is actually nobody
when one happens naturally to be nobody, it is a real somebody by decision
when one becomes somebody, it is actually nobody
when one happens naturally to be nobody, it is a real somebody by decision
when one becomes somebody, it is actually nobody
when one happens naturally to be nobody, it is a real somebody by decision
when one becomes somebody, it is actually nobody
when one happens naturally to be nobody, it is a real somebody by decision
when one becomes somebody, it is actually nobody
when one happens naturally to be nobody, it is a real somebody by decision
when one becomes somebody, it is actually nobody
when one happens naturally to be nobody, it is a real somebody by decision
when one becomes somebody, it is actually nobody
when one happens naturally to be nobody, it is a real somebody by decision

poem by Nyein Way
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An Abc Of Inner Peace

inner peace: a to z (© Raj Arumugam, September 2008)

Inner peace is effortless, as it’s always there within.
One just has to see it.

And once one truly sees this inner peace – not with words or just
intellectually, but actually see this inner peace within – it is one’s, always;
no one takes away that…

Nothing and no evil and no violent force or even the most difficult
of circumstances in one’s life can remove that inner peace that one
sees within; but let one see this not as a word, or as a phrase
but as an actuality.

Feel that peace, see that inner peace and let it radiate always – for it is
the harmony within each and it is always one’s own.

A


Let amity be your constant companion….Be at peace with all beings, equally at peace with those near and those far, and thus walk hand in hand with amity as in a bounteous garden…





B


Be mindful of your blessings always…To be alive, to breathe in fresh air;
and to be with the family and the companionship of good fellow-human
beings; and the kindness of strangers; and the creatures of this world
and the flowers that bloom, and to have a place in this marvelous planet
of ours….all these too are blessings….

There is a life of the body in the domain of the physical, and
the legitimate needs of the body are just as important as
one’s inner needs…

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poem by Raj Arumugam
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I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

quote by P.G. Wodehouse
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Workers insist that they are not disgruntled. They are very gruntled.

quote by Kevin Nealon
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The coin with one side

The one, not disgruntled
Is not gruntled either.
The one not inimical
Is not friendly either.
The one not a womanizer
Is not a romantic too.
A coin cannot be with one side.
05.07.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Might Actually Care

So many times my heart leans over
Psst David, look, she's pretty, she's nice, she could be your lover
So many times Heart tells me how great she is
Heart prods me: 'Hey what if that your first kiss '
Heart says: 'You've only seen this side of her but she's actually like this'
Heart says: 'This isn't your idea of her this is her' what hypnosis
Heart says: 'She thinks you're worth it '
Heart says: 'She's wants romance, she wants you, you're a perfect fit'
Heart prods me: 'Wouldn't it be wonderful if...'
Heart says: 'Hey she actually cares, don't wait take the risk '
Heart says: 'Hey come this is your chance, she's like your serif'
Heart says: 'You want her, no you need her, like dawn needs dusk.'
Heart says: 'Don't suppress your feelings you were made for it'

Deceit... could this be deceit... Heart are you my friend?

Because of this, no hopefully in spite of this I think you care
I think that maybe I could say this love, maybe it's love... do I dare?
I think you might actually truly value me
Maybe you don't know to say 'you're worth it' but I hope you think that
I sincerely hope if I love you it's for you, not the you I see
I want to love you for who you really are, I want to love you at
Every single, breathing moment of my life, if I say I love you
It means I want to spend my entire life with you, I really do
So now you see why I can't just walk up and say how I feel
I'm not sure if my heart will ever heal
It's destroyed by lust, deceived by Heart... I don't want to offer you that
No you deserve better, but what if you actually care... I dunno if I was at
Even though I want you to have someone better I can't help it
I love you or so I think, I wish I could take a hit
For you and just not pursue so that someone worthy might find you
I'm sorry for my selfishness too

But maybe you don't care... maybe you'd only accept another
I don't want to fall in love with an idea of you
But maybe you could actually love me
Maybe you return my feelings and because maybe you're the first one
Who actually cares. Or maybe Heart has won
Again... do you actually care? Can I say that I love you?
Or could I let you go?

poem by David Knox
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Thick At that! ...And Glossy!

How much admitted,
Actually exists?
If you talk about someone
In a negative light,
What makes that which is expressed,
Alright to dance on gossip licked lips?
Thick
At that...
And glossy!

How much admitted,
Actually exists?
We know of no one's true feelings,
But our own.
No conflicts inflicted will be felt,
With a depthness known,
No one knows...
Who's in bed with who,
And who is left alone.

But there is no stopping,
Having a fling or two
With someone new.
Who knows what to do,
With a stiffened bone!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
How much has been changed
To arrange point of views,
By those who discreetly
Do what they do!

How much admitted,
Actually exists...?
Has driven misfits
To even more exposure.
And Rod Sterling has passed...
To worlds beyond Twilight Zones.
And he was very comfortable,
With discussing 'possibilities'!

If it is worthy to admit
Situations believed to be unfit...
One must sit and evaluate,
Being in someone's business not theirs...
How much actually exists?
And whoever committed an admission...
Please admit it!
So we can move 'that hell',
Away from here and us.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None Will Admit They Knew

It is useless,
With a tinge of foolish ignorance.
To make attempts at snatching back...
Embellished moments from the past.
Those disgruntled would prefer...
Redoing by way of a fast track.
Glimmered with rewritten facts.

Forget that!

The unbearable days facing,
Those recently awakened...
Are traumatically dramatic.
With a hint that scents the air...
There is more of this to spare!

So much truth is out there now.
Remember the days when this was not allowed?
And those who dared to be honest out loud...
Had been declared negative.
And today their efforts should be spotlighted.
These folks should be applauded,
'Before' taking their bows!

It is useless,
With a tinge of foolish ignorance.
To make attempts at snatching back...
Embellished moments from the past.
Those disgruntled would prefer...
Redoing by way of a fast track.
Glimmered with rewritten facts.

And upon asking what they would do,
After going through what is known.
None will admit now,
They knew then what was coming.
Since they spent most of their time,
Ostracizing and shunning...
The ones they chased to noose to trees.
And dangling from a hanging.

While losing their breath...
Trying to get as many who were running,
Away...
To escape those blinded by lunacy.
Only updated today,
To put on display more of their craze!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pretty Good

I got a friend in fremont, he sells used cars, ya know.
Well, he calls me up twice a year
Just ask me howd it go
Pretty good, not bad, I cant complain
Actually everything is just about the same
I met a girl from venus, and her insides were lined in gold
Well, she did what she did said how was it, kid?
She was politely told
Pretty good, not bad, I cant complain
But actually everything is just about the same.
Moonlight makes me dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen.
Molly went to arkansas, she got raped by dobbins dog
Well, she was doing good till she went in the woods
And got pinned up against a log
Pretty good, not bad, she cant complain
Cause actually all them dogs is just about the same
Moonlight makes me dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen.
Instrumental:
I heard allah and buddha were singing at the saviors feast
And up the sky and arabian rabbi
Fed quaker oats to a priest.
Pretty good, not bad, they cant complain
Cause actually all them gods is just about the same
Pretty good, not bad, I cant complain
Cause actually everything is just about the same

song performed by John Prine
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The Last Warning

The last warning,
It will actually be a third part of man;
The last warning,
It will actually be a fourth part of the earth;
The last warning,
It will actually be in and around the great Euphrates River!
The last warning,
It will actually be by nuclear war and famine! !
So be very much informed about it.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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New

We knew.
Anne to come.
Anne to come.
Be new.
Be new too.
Anne to come
Anne to come
Be new
Be new too.
And anew.
Anne to come.
Anne anew.
Anne do come.
Anne do come too, to come and to come not to come and as to
and new, and new too.
Anne do come.
Anne knew.
Anne to come.
Anne anew.
Anne to come.
And as new.
Anne to come to come too.
Half of it.
Was she
Windows
Was she
Or mine
Was she
Or as she
For she or she or sure.
Enable her to say.
And enable her to say.
Or half way.
Sitting down.
Half sitting down.
And another way.
Their ships
And please.
As the other side.
And another side
Incoming
Favorable and be fought.
Adds to it.
In half.
Take the place of take the place of take the place of taking
place.
Take the place of in places.
Take the place of taken in place of places.
Take the place of it, she takes it in the place of it. In the way
of arches architecture.

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poem by Gertrude Stein
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Happiness... what is it?

what happiness is actually..
when somebody said.. happiness is when u get your first date..
but I said NO..
we would feel happy
if only we had date with no fight for nothing untill the end...

what happiness is actually..
when somebody said.. happiness is when u get married..
but i said NO..
we are really feel the full of happiness
if only we could keep that feel until we die with our couple...

for the third times I ask:
what happiness is actually...
having child.. somebody said..
yes of course I said..
having child is one of happiness..
but is getting to be deep of sadness..
if only the child is not us anymore...

then... what happiness is actually...
I said for the last time:
happiness is sadness...
happiness is badness...
happiness is madness...
because happiness
is sure will bring us
to the sadness.. badness.. even madness...

poem by Omy Istibsyarah
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Something to worry about

Round of applause
Baby make that ass clap
-CLAP, CLAP-
Now that I've grasped your attention
Let me explain to you why
What you just did was stupid
All the females that clapped
Understand you're merely fueling society's belief
On the only thing a black girl is good for
Fellas, we're worse
Because we get all excited
When a girl actually do it
Not realizing it's our very bone
That is degrading itself
I will say this though
We aren't to blame completely.
Some of it is because of parents
Some of it is because of teachers
But an overwhelming majority is because
Of OUR shared mentality
Because we allow ourselves to believe
That when we fight we always win
When that's merely the so called supremacy
Toying with us once again
Prime example: Nov.4,2008
HOORAY WE HAVE A BLACK PRESIDENT
So, most of his house and senate is republican and white
Presidents don't run countries by themselves
Stop blaming him because it appears nothings happened
You have to understand he's fighting
All those snobby, white bastards
That don't want a nigger
In "their" house
But I digress and move on to brass tax
People the supposed supremacy
Embedded in we
Our expected life plans
The day the pregnancy test says "yes"
You'll grow up
Learn what they want you to learn
Go to high school
And begin the downward spiral
Because, since your black, you'll do drugs
To handle the stress of being a teen
And you'll rob a store
Because you got the munchies
Now both you and your girl
Got rep sheets because neither of you knew
About the camera in the back corner
You go to jail

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poem by Armand Miller
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Idealistically Detached

Holding those accountable,
For public speeches made...
Idealistically detached from that,
Which is actually lived as fact...
By those scratching their heads,
Trying to reveal for themselves a relevance...
Applicable!
Is...

A routine of a message given,
By politicians witnessed...
Hoping,
No one notices a life of reality...
Those who ball their fists and listening,
While gritting their teeth...
Live on a day to day basis.

'I know!
Trust me...
I know,
There may be some amongst you...
Disgruntled and negative.
But I tell you this...
A prosperity for all,
Is as close as my manicured fingertips.
This I am certain of, notice...and can feel.

And just the other day,
While cruising in the Mediterranean...
I was overcomed by feelings of joy and peace.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Tempest

We are never free
Once we thought we have been freed from one master
Actually we already become a slave to another one
Once we thought we have the control in our life
Actually we are moved by someone’s plan
Once we thought we have escaped the critical point
Actually we only run from trouble to trouble
But at least we could choose
Which master we want to serve
Which way we want to spend the rest of our life
And enjoy its difficulty

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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One

I am the biggest hypocrite
I've been undeniably jealous
I have been loud and pretentious
I have been utterly threatened
I've gotten candy for my self-interest
the sexy treadmill capitalist
heaven forbid I be criticized
heaven forbid I be ignored

I have abused my power forgive me
you mean we actually are all one
one one one one one one one
I've been out of reach and separatist
heaven forbid average (whatever average means)
I have compensated for my days
of powerlessness

I have abused my so-called power forgive me
you mean we actually are all one
one one one one one one one

did you just call her amazing?
surely we both can't be amazing!
and give up my hard earned status
as fabulous freak of nature?

I have abused my power forgive me
you mean we actually are all one
one one one one one one one
always looked good on paper
sounded good in theory

song performed by Alanis Morissette from Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
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Poem about Poetry - Poetry sites

if you wish to
have an afternoon
of fun, what about
reading throgh
the amateur poem
writing sites

the work here reeks
of things raw -
some even confessed
they wrote their work
while cutting their wrists

of things great -
some poets actually
are already carrying stars
- but think they need
to be on the ground
- stay in touch with
their best readers

of things romantic
- teenage lovers
who day in and day out
shower sweet love verses
like they would roses on
their new founded flame

of things sleazy -
some verses actually
came right off the hands
that had a minute ago
been exploring the powerkeg
of the sensous world

they should be censored
but then these considerate perverts
even took the trouble to write the
'bewarned' line

and of course
the greatest fun
are the young poets
who afford a glimpse
of their little world
the folksy rhythm
and heavenly rhyme

the greatest laugh
would be when

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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Peacefull Days on Earth

Study...
School...
Then.. school again..
Seems move, but actually stop
Days that go automatically
Sometimes hard to breathe
Seems move, but actually not
Days that go automatically
Make my eyes and my head burned
If this day
I don't walk out the route
Perhaps this memories still surrounded mysteries
The frozen time..
Begins to move
When the earth looks stops
It's our heart actually stop
So long we move the heart
This earth will rotate forever

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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