Raj Arumugam


Raj Arumugam Poems

121. Brilliant At Multi-Tasking 1/7/2012
122. Bring Ye Forth A Thousand Poems 4/21/2009
123. Broom Poem 4/8/2012
124. Building Bitter Futures 4/18/2009
125. Bungles Company And On-The-Ball Company 12/27/2012
126. But 5/2/2012
127. Butterfly Poems 3/29/2011
128. Butterfly Split 3/29/2011
129. Butterfly Time 3/27/2011
130. Butterfly: A Lesson In History 3/29/2011
131. By You Dear Sun 5/1/2010
132. Camellia, Branch And Bird 3/25/2010
133. Cardsharps 6/21/2011
134. Cat Faculty 7/29/2013
135. Cat Fame 7/29/2013
136. Cat Luck 7/29/2013
137. Cat Mum's Advice 7/29/2013
138. Cat Peace 6/5/2010
139. Cats In A Boat 7/29/2013
140. Cats, Turkeys And Naked Chicken 12/24/2008
141. Cawing Crows Are Constant Company 11/6/2008
142. Celebrations 4/2/2009
143. Chains Of Words 3/6/2012
144. Challenging One's Notion Of God 9/18/2011
145. Change 11/6/2008
146. Cheap People 7/6/2013
147. Children Of The Earth 2/17/2010
148. Children Of The Open Fields 9/12/2009
149. China 60 10/1/2009
150. Chrysanthemum Petals In The Grove 2/13/2010
151. Chuang Tzu’s Butterfly 5/6/2009
152. Clarity 12/18/2008
153. Class Excursion To The Police Station 12/29/2011
154. Class Wisdom 6/25/2014
155. Claw Enforcement 7/29/2013
156. Colbert Report: Australia 9/18/2010
157. Come Clean 3/23/2012
158. Come, Let Us Sit Below This Tree... 11/9/2008
159. Come, Sit With Me At My Table 11/9/2008
160. Comfort 11/7/2008
Best Poem of Raj Arumugam

2-Min Iq Test

this popup
jumps up on me
most unexpectedly
with a BOO! and a Hee! Hee! Hee!
(which is what, I guess,
popups do best)


you see,
all I’m doing is minding my own business
punching keys on my keyboard
(which is what idiots like me do best)
and this popup
shows up and says:
Hey bald and sexy –
point that mouse at me and click!
Come, let me show you how low
your IQ really is!



Oh, please - popup,
don’t pop up on me
cos I’ve got a weak heart
and I may just go POOOP!
like a bubble
just like that; ...

Read the full of 2-Min Iq Test

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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