Raj Arumugam


Raj Arumugam Poems

1. Quiet Man Drained 11/6/2008
2. The True Owners 11/6/2008
3. I Depress You, Don'T I? 11/6/2008
4. Communication 11/6/2008
5. Two Worlds 11/6/2008
6. The Perfection Of Anonymity 11/6/2008
7. They The Forces, The Furies We Rage Against 11/6/2008
8. The Plants And Trees 11/6/2008
9. The Table 11/5/2008
10. Origin Of Poetry: The Savage Beginnings 11/5/2008
11. Origin Of Poetry: Valmiki 11/5/2008
12. Walking With Vincent: An Imaginary Dialogue With Van Gogh 11/5/2008
13. In Which Corner Does Darling Mei Hide? 11/6/2008
14. They Talk About Him 11/6/2008
15. The Fight 11/6/2008
16. Acceptance 11/6/2008
17. The Creature 11/6/2008
18. The Polite 11/6/2008
19. Depression 11/6/2008
20. Him Again 11/6/2008
21. Change 11/6/2008
22. Migrant Children 11/6/2008
23. Cawing Crows Are Constant Company 11/6/2008
24. The Perils Of Summer 11/6/2008
25. Autumn's Here 11/6/2008
26. More Advice From Bodhisattvas 11/6/2008
27. Home Sweet Home 11/6/2008
28. How Are You? 11/6/2008
29. The Universal Condition 11/6/2008
30. Files And Records 11/6/2008
31. A Walk Down Slaughter Falls 11/6/2008
32. The Migrant As The Weatherman 11/6/2008
33. The Clown 11/6/2008
34. Crow In The Mind 11/6/2008
35. Table-Talk Portrait 11/6/2008
36. Possibilities 11/6/2008
37. Many Gifts 11/7/2008
38. The Unemployed And The Wise Ones 11/7/2008
39. She Was In The Profession 11/7/2008
40. Rage Of The Unemployed 11/7/2008
Best Poem of Raj Arumugam

Punctuation Poems

This is the complete text of the fun and random series on aspects of punctuation and punctuation marks....



1 ‘
Punctuation

one must wonder
if the word “Punctuation”
is a relative of “Punctured’;
for, as you must have noticed,
a prose passage
with no punctuation
is as good as punctured…
poetry is cunning;
she uses punctuation as she wishes
and still remains pregnant
with meaning, if you know what I mean


2..
the definitive full stop

Say 'Hello'
to the Full Stop
before it shuts you down

Say ...

Read the full of Punctuation Poems

Quiet Man Drained

It is two a.m. and I wake to the cold
and the silence and the anonymous darkness.
The mind
I am not the thinker
moves from in between states to full awareness
and it grips at my pits so. What is this feeling?
What is this pain and emptiness? It churns the entrails
and takes waves to hit hard against the cave of the head
and the creature living inside has to take all the pain.

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