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The depraved
The chaste, the depraved and the whore:
The chaste one suffers from the sacrifices
Of pleasure and hence demand respect.
The depraved one indulges in secret
And yet retain the social status.
The whores suffer scorns and contempt
And take vengeance on women.
Pity the whore, admire the chaste
And ignore the depraved.
30.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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She only is chaste, who is chaste where there is no danger of detection: she who does not, because she may not, does.
Rose
A rose is but a woman
Chaste, fragrant, prominent
Its thorns its protecting weapon
In haste to retaliate, violate
Roseate blossom is innocent, redolent
Wafting in air chaste fragrance
Crushed by anyone malevolent
Thorns'll pierce him bleed by vehemence
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Pious and chaste.
I needed to steal but I didn’t;
No guts.
I desired to rape but I didn’t;
No nerves.
I wanted to revenge but I didn’t;
No valour.
I ended as a man pious
Like a woman who ends as chaste.
Being just and chaste for want of guts
07.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Acrostic -- Eliza Hughes
E v'ry grace in her combine,
L ove and truth and friendship join,
I n one source without reserve,
Z ealous all her friends to serve,
A nd diffuse true harmony.
H appy nymph of chaste repose,
U nsullied as the vernal rose.
G ay -- majestic -- yet serene,
H andsome, with a graceful mien;
E v'ry charm in her appear,
S he is lovely, chaste and fair.
poem by Major Henry Livingston Jr.
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Housewife, Reading
You settle into your chaise lounge,
absorbed in a Silhouette romance.
The heroine is chaste,
but ravishing, reckless. She is on a rampage
for Love.
The hero is chaste,
but wears his hair long
so that it flutters in the wind
on the moor.
You look up from the page
and into the aqua ripples
of the swimming pool.
You peer deeply into the depths.
You ask:
Is Love a lie?
poem by Sonny Rainshine
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Cautious
The white wolf wasn't all too keen
To challenge anyone.
He heard a noise, his heart turned mean,
Beneath the fading sun...
When cautious instincts made him wait,
His eyes scanned high and low.
In seconds, he would learn his fate...
To stay here or to go...
The lone wolf listened for some clues
Of movement left or right.
Another noise was more bad news...
Yet he was born to fight!
The minutes melted silently...
Yet nothing more was heard...
Now drained of curiosity,
He took a chance and stirred.
With leaps and bounds, he crossed the plains,
Escaping dangers there.
The cautious white wolf broke the chains
That he was forced to bear.
The path ahead was open wide
And so new life begins...
New confidence helped him decide,
Throw caution to the winds...
His heartbeat calmed beside the stream...
He drank his fill... time passed...
In time, this day would seem a dream...
For now, he slept... at last...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Cautious'.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Believe positively
If one believes him good, which he is not,
He is to one only good.
If one believes it true, which it is not,
It is to one really true.
If one believes her chaste, which she is not,
She is to one surely chaste.
Believing which is not true is better
Than disbelieving which is likely true.
08.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet LIX: Unhappy Pen
Unhappy pen and ill-accepted papers,
That intimate in vain my chaste desires,
My chaste desires, the ever-burning tapers
Enkindled by her eyes' celestial fires.
Celestial fires and unrespecting powers,
That deign not view the glory of your might
In humble lines, the work of carefull hours,
The sacrifice I offer to her sight.
But sith she scorns her own, this rests for me;
I'll moan myself and hide the wrong I have,
And so content me that her frowns should be
To my'infant style the cradle and the grave.
What though myself no honor get thereby,
Each bird sings t'herself, and so will I.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Beedi-Rollers
Fate of the trend
Fate of the society
Fall of the populace
Chaste their lives no more
For they are so much chaste
Stooping to their consorts'wish
Allowing concubines of carcinogens
Malevolent males long so much for
Innocent wives ignorent
Hands when shaken unaware..
Cunning deed of carcinogens
Jinxing their skin to breath-mute
Devils nicotine, cotinine blood-fed
They roll the beedis to strike
Off the rolls their lives
Back to sathi have they gone
But to gain some bucks
Will you please be back sir,
Mr.Rajaram Mohan Roy..
poem by Indira Renganathan
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I'm cautious about a lot of words.
quote by James Hillman
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It is usually best to be generous with praise, but cautious with criticism.
You can be cautious of the future, but not of the past.
I guess you could say I'm cautious, or a coward.
quote by Namie Amuro
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