She only is chaste, who is chaste where there is no danger of detection: she who does not, because she may not, does.
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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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Face the reality
Maybe it is true
Women are modest,
Remain virtuous in body
And are branded chaste.
Want of chance
And fear of detection aid.
No woman can be
Without having ever been
Libidinous in mind.
If Polluted minds are o k
Why not polluted body?
We avoid reality.
05.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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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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Danger
There is danger atop our heads;
There is danger around us all;
There is danger beneath our feet;
There is danger to man and beast!
There is danger in the skies;
There is danger in the seas;
There is danger ev’n on land;
There is danger to man and beast!
There is danger from earth’s bowels;
There is danger in forests;
There is danger in hills, vales;
There is danger to man and beast!
There is danger from our brethren;
There is danger from kith, kin;
There is danger from strangers;
There is danger to man and beast!
There is danger within us;
There is danger from space;
There is danger to our soul;
Nevertheless, God protects us.
poem by John Celes
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Licia Sonnets 22
I might have died before my life begun,
Whenas my father for his country's good
The Persian's favor and the Sophey won
And yet with danger of his dearest blood.
Thy father, sweet, whom danger did beset,
Escapéd all, and for no other end
But only this, that you he might beget,
Whom heavens decreed into the world to send.
Then father, thank thy daughter for thy life,
And Neptune praise that yielded so to thee,
To calm the tempest when the storms were rife,
And that thy daughter should a Venus be.
I call thee Venus, sweet, but be not wroth;
Thou art more chaste, yet seas did favor both.
poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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To Roses in the Bosom of Castara
YE blushing virgins happy are
In the chaste nunnery of her breasts--
For he'd profane so chaste a fair,
Whoe'er should call them Cupid's nests.
Transplanted thus how bright ye grow!
How rich a perfume do ye yield!
In some close garden cowslips so
Are sweeter than i' th' open field.
In those white cloisters live secure
From the rude blasts of wanton breath!--
Each hour more innocent and pure,
Till you shall wither into death.
Then that which living gave you room,
Your glorious sepulchre shall be.
There wants no marble for a tomb
Whose breast hath marble been to me.
poem by William Habington
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All White
All white, all light, all beautiful she stands,
Love in her eyes, a glory round her brows,
Blanched as the lilies chaste in her chaste hands.
Even so God's saints in their celestial house.
Red only are her lips, ay, red as those
Turned by the Queen, that happy day in France,
As yet unkissed, to him who made his vows,
Victor in fight, to her his soul's romance.
Idly she stands in dreams.--Ah, Launcelot,
Couldst thou but plead here haply and prevail,
Touch her soft cheek, draw tears from her sweet eyes,
Open her lips to passionate words unwise,
Receive her true kiss 'neath thy coat of mail:
In Love's name, I who love, should grudge it not.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Without men in the neighborhood all the women are chaste.
The most virtuous women have something within them, something that is never chaste.
quote by Honore de Balzac
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The only chaste woman is the one who has not been asked.