condom blocks union of sperm with ovum
but increases adultery
and early sex in childhood
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Ovum and sperm
Ovum, stable and static,
represents Matter;
Sperm, mobile and motile,
represents Force.
Matter is dead without force.
Ovum is dead with out sperm.
Body is dead without soul.
30.07.97, Agartala.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You are born of a fight.
Everyone is born of a sperm,
Which got hold of the ovum
After a stiff fight with billions.
Must you get without a struggle?
05.10.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Male is born to advance.
There is no history that
Ovum moved towards sperm.
Women are shy to advance.
Maneuver-less men are failure.
02.06.2002, pakd
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A thought is a child.
A thought is conceived in one’s brain
By the fusion of memory, the ovum
And the perception, the sperm.
A child is a copy, not a duplicate.
12.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Adultery at one’s wills.
Proximity promotes adultery
But not necessarily.
Opportunities encourage adultery
But not necessarily.
Necessities warrant adultery
But not necessarily.
Baits contribute to adultery
But not necessarily.
Adultery is no more than a theft
Which will happen with one’s wills.
06.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Adultery at one’s wills
.
Proximity promotes adultery
But not necessarily.
Opportunities encourage adultery
But not necessarily.
Necessities warrant adultery
But not necessarily.
Baits contribute to adultery
But not necessarily.
Adultery is no more than a theft
Which will happen with one’s wills.
06.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Belief is the religion
No life could be born
Without the fusion of sperm and ovum.
No life could end with out a death.
Christ was born, Krishn was born,
Rama was born, without a sperm.
No one born could escape death.
Christ vanished, Krishn vanished,
Rama vanished, without a death.
We are told to believe and we do.
It is called religion
08.10.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man loses yet no loss.
An ovum grows at the ruin of a sperm.
A woman grows at the peril of a man.
Every love ends in loss to man.
Yet no man seems to regret the loss.
Loss is gain for man.
09.10.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bio nature
Sperm is meant to swim.
Ovum can reject or accept.
It never condemns.
Bull is meant to chase.
Cow can yield or flee.
It never scorns.
Man is meant to advance.
Woman can assent or descent.
But the woman alone betrays.
Shed virtuous posture;
Follow bio nature.
17.10.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Childhood Is...
Childhood is hanging your pictures on the refrigerator, and tea parties you always have to cater.
Childhood is chasing butterflies and picking flowers,
playing with blocks and making towers.
Childhood is hating nap time,
and thinking everything is always MINE
Childhood is crayons and coloring books,
Playing hide and go seek in all the right nooks.
Childhood is falling asleep to your favorite lullaby,
wishing you had wings so you could soar into the sky.
Childhood is only crying over a scrapped knee,
or being stung by a bumble bee
Childhood is thinking boys have cooties,
or your mom making you wear itchy booties.
Childhood is ruining mommy's new leather,
and making friends and keeping them forever.
Childhood finally ends,
When you start to grow up,
And not having to drink out of a sippy cup
poem by Shenika Vermaak
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Merit has no merit.
No scandal ends in adultery.
No adultery traces to scandal.
Meritorious companions meet
And fall apart before they unite.
Under indenture adultery succeeds.
08.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be wife elder
Ovum cells are released from the stock
And the age of woman does not matter.
Sperm cells are produced and then released.
So the age of man has an impact on them.
Old men produce children with dull brain.
Old women produce children quite smart.
Young man can choose elder woman to wed.
[a research paper says]
11.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: Lucky, Am I To Be A Human- being Born!
By Jove, what wonder and what miracle!
One sperm from a thousand millions alone,
Fused one ovum but without debacle;
To form me-everything, my flesh, blood, bone!
And what a thing, incredible, I say!
That I am born a human Being, full;
With body, mined and heart and soul; God’s way;
In His image and not a burly Bull!
I thank my Lord, my God, for my good birth;
I thank Him for this green planet called Earth;
I thank Him for making Heavenly mirth;
God showed His love supreme for man sans dearth.
So, let me live my days as per His code;
And one day be with Him in His Abode.
poem by John Celes
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Union City Blue
What are we gonna do?
Union Union Union City blue
Tunnel to the other side
It becomes daylight
I say he's mine
Oh power, passion plays a double hand
Union union union city man
Arrive climb up four flights to the orange side
Rearrange my mind
In turquoise Union Union Union City blue
Skyline passion Union City blue
Power, passion plays a double hand
Union union union city man
I say he's mine
I have a plan
I say he's my Union City man
What are we gonna do?
Union Union Union City blue
song performed by by Radiohead
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Autobiography
My father made the walls resound,
He wore his collar the wrong way round.
When I was five the black dreamscame;
Nothing after was quite the same.
When I woke they did not care;
Nobody, nobody was there.
In my childhood trees were green
And there was plenty to be seen.
When my silent terror cried,
Nobody, nobody replied.
I got up; the chilly sun
Saw me walk away alone.
My mother wore a yellow dress;
Gentle, gently, gentleness.
The dark was talking to the dead;
The lamp was dark beside my bed.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
poem by Louis Macneice
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Sonnet: On Test-tube Baby
When childless couples want a child of own,
And many years of married life has gone,
They can try having test-tube baby one -
A method successful, cheap and well-known!
Both partner's ovum, sperm are utilized;
In vitro fusion of gametes is done;
The doctors doing this are authorized;
The blastocyst is set for nidation!
A forty percent success does occur;
Not many complications can happen;
IVF is a global procedure;
Varieties have been added to our ken.
Welcome are Test-tube babies to this world;
To childless couples, they appear like gold!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 18-08-12
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Win Some, Lose Some
Now you know
That I stood outside your window
Just a little too long.
What youre gonna do
When the hours pass away
And you know that Im gone.
Well, it may be a week,
It may be a day,
Im six blocks over
And I dont know what to say to you.
Jokin bout your mama
Went a little too far.
But you caught me
Out with the others
Till the early dawn.
There may be a time
If we played it right
Im six blocks over
And you wanna spend a night with me.
Now the hours and the minutes
Just fly away.
You win some and you lose some,
You gotta get it right
Or Ill be saying
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye.
Thinkin back to
The way youre holdin me down,
Id be better off dead.
Now you know
That the time is running out
Of the things we said.
Well, it may be a week,
It may be a day,
Im six blocks over
And I dont know what to say to you.
Now the hours and the minutes
Just fly away.
You win some and you lose some,
You gotta get it right
Or Ill be saying
Bye bye bye bye ...
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Sonnet- the Condom
Thanks to the latex-sheath that man has made!
His sex remains safer, quite natural;
But human STD’s can never fade;
Condoms are messy, costly and mural.
Through circumcision, man removes ‘fore-skin’!
And mutilates the female genitals!
And machines vend condoms to kith and kin;
As though it can protect all guys and gals.
Is not the condom unphysiological?
And youngsters blow it up like a balloon!
Who cares if it gives way, illogical?
Man says ’tis not a bane; it is a boon.
The latex sheath has helped adultery;
And keeps the fleshy trade going merry!
poem by John Celes
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Testosterone Depletion and Aging
Man’s Oligospermia depletion also refects his health and vitality.
Recently a TV chief queried experts at his table for such validity.
Even Rod Stewart’s wife had her say, clarifying their healthy way.
Ramsay’s approach to food makes his restaurant the best; hey.
Loss of sperm-count reveals loss of energy and sentimentality.
Either from a medical or sexual concern, men seek plausibility.
Researchers in Hungary now say that mobile phones can impair.
Men’s fertility has declined by 50% in industrial places unaware.
Yet it’s not just about sperm-count loss, there’s a bigger view.
It’s about healthy actions and obtaining quality awareness too.
I wonder about attitudes, their effects for life’s productivity.
Whether this relates to sex, each other, or even God, relatively.
Decline in testosterone are associated with increases in fat cells.
Such a decline of man’s overall wellbeing fosters wintry gales.
Energy loss implies the need for educating diets in excellence.
Conditions limit cognitive skills, family, and work relevance.
poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
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My Childhood Garden
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden
poem by Danielle Eager
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