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An Esteemed Person

As a yak in Himalayas happens to lose
its thick fur-like hair during winter season,
It can't survive and die due to heavy snowfall;

Similarly An Esteemed Person,
if he happens to lose his modesty,
shall die if the lost modesty is regained!

(ThirukkuRaL 969)

Is there Any Esteemed Person nowadays?
Many persons who attended CBI enquiry
are in Tihar Jail and are still alive!

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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This Mummy Is Ready

There's one day a year
That I'm allowed to beg for treats.
My dog does it all the time.
It's amazing how much he eats.

I just might get aches and pains
From carrying my candy around.
In the Halloween record book,
I'd like my name to be found.

I've got a wheelbarrow, a wagon,
A donkey, and a yak.
I'll have tons and tons of candy
By the time I come back.

Everything is ready.
I'm a well-prepared mummy.
Who is going to stock up
On yummies for his tummy.

poem by Bruce Larkin
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A Trip to Simla

Pinjore Gardens heralds the dawn
of that hilly kingdom Simla.
The streams had cleft gorges deep
and a peep at them would clip our wings.
Our vision failed to count the rows
of mountains beyond seven.
Springing down from one road to the next
and falling last into the flooded gorge
to swim and see the swimming trees
is a joy in life with thrills and throbs!
Threw bits of bread and drew the rhesus
jam the highway, our noble driver!
No fault of his tilted the lilt of our life.

The clime lulled us all to have a nap
and the girls of schools clapped to wake us up.
“ Oh! Is it rains or hailstones? ”,
we had time to boot and rive the ice.
The runnels roared with rush of water
and the rivulets laid roads on slopes.

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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Not Close

Where’s the kid? Kirkehuse
asks. She’s in bed, she’s sleeping,
Mother says. About time; never
knew a kid to yak so much. She’s just

a child. She’s a yakker and she talks
too much. Mother cuddles up close
to Kirkehuse on the sofa as he sips
his booze. You’re too soft with her;

she gets away with things. When I
was a kid I kept quiet and did as I
was told and if I didn’t my old man’d
make sure I knew what’d happen if

I didn’t, Kirkehuse says. Mother kisses
his stubbly cheek. I try, she mutters.
Well, you don’t try hard enough.
The kid just yaks and thinks she knows

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poem by Terry Collett
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Judging Me

Isn't it funny, how you judge me?
You look at my hair and say I'm crazy
It is woolly and you call it kinky
Who cares what you think?
Judge yourself not me.
Isn't it funny, what you say about me?
You look at my clothes and say it's raggedy
It's patchy and you call it untidy.
But, that's good enough for me.
Please yourself not me.
Isn't it funny, how you think about me?
You look at my skin and think it's dirty.
I'm a farmer and I deal with dirt
Really! That does not hurt.
I live for me and not for you.
Isn't it funny, how you feel about me?
You look at me and think I'm a thief.
I till the soil so that we can eat.
I please myself and no one else.
Isn't it funny, the opinion you have about me?

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poem by C. Albert Andrews
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Job Networks and Enlightenment Rooms

The unemployed proletariat had just finished with the Centrelink’s rigmarole,
Of paper forms, and signing his name, and all the stuff the unemployed got to do.
Running around doing the paper chase, which is a part of the dole regime.
Next, it was the Job Networks, the employment organization now privatised.
A new dole treadmill for the unemployed, encouraging an attitude highly industrialized.

“Welcome to Job Network” the t.v. monitor said, on a recorded video machine.
“We are a privatized organization for the purpose of getting you into employment.
We are here to help you to find your talents, and potentials, to improve your
Abilities, so that you can re-enter the work force to have a life of independents.
This is far better than being on welfare forever with your dependants”.

The interviewers in the Job Network office were old grannies,
Complete with false colorings and artificial additives.
“I’m your case manager, I’m assigned to you, and you are here to sign a contract.
The Job Search And Activities Plan and responsibilities and employment to find.
To ensure you’re meeting your obligations to society not to be in your dole grind”.

The granny said.”Under governmental policies your association with us is for all life.”
Granny continued.“There will be no talk-back, yak-back, smart-back nor fart-back.

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poem by Jerry Behr Number 2
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Don't notice the tiny flea in the other person's hair and overlook the lumbering yak on your own nose.

Tibetan proverbs
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Black Sails In The Sunset

Vain boys are gonna have to swallow their pride this time
So let the punishment fit the crime
Its under the table
Under your skin
Into the cable
Is this the death of the glory youre in?
Chorus:
Black sails in the sunset
White noise going yakety-yak
All the money in the world will never bring your body back
Is it some mysterious dance nobody can do?
Thought I knew all the steps quite clearly
I dont have a clue
Oooh
Youre cinderella with a ball and chain
And the shoe seems to fit you
You tell the truth sometimes but
You wouldnt know it if it hit you
Is this some new trick
Wired up in your head?

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song performed by Elvis Costello
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Black Sails In The Sunset (live)

Vain boys are gonna have to swallow their pride this time
So let the punishment fit the crime
It's under the table
Under your skin
Into the cable
Is this the death of the glory you're in?
Chorus:
Black sails in the sunset
White noise going yakety-yak
All the money in the world will never bring your body back
Is it some mysterious dance nobody can do?
Thought I knew all the steps quite clearly
I don't have a clue
Oooh
You're Cinderella with a ball and chain
And the shoe seems to fit you
You tell the truth sometimes but
You wouldn't know it if it hit you
Is this some new trick
Wired up in your head?

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song performed by Elvis Costello
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Big City Train

Can you hear that whistle
Loud clackety-clack
Its calling me
The station is where its at
Its coming again now
Chuggin down that track
Just check your records
Got all my bags packed
Youll always find me waiting for that train to come through
Come get me, take me, to the land where my dreams come true
This time Ill board that train
It wont be long
Check the label on my baggage
Destination in my song
Talk to the conductor
Saved up my fare
Yakety-yak for a while
Choo choo!
Chorus:
Hurry grab my luggage

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song performed by Gwen Stefani
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