A Meaning Learnt
I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling
Me down beside the ditch, a drooped thing
Some country boy may stick into his hat.
A paramour has no more use than that.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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The snatched one values
A lad is keen on the virginity of the lass
That he intends to marry. Next only is the rest.
A paramour corners a woman
Knowingly that she is not a virgin.
A paramour is stronger than a lover in love and pursuit.
The stolen one is dearer than the beloved
Why? Pleasure lies in usurping.
15.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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At 52
with all my shortcomings
what can i be when i am 52?
will my wife leave me?
will my paramour stick with me even if i have no job anymore?
i am supposed to have a date tonight
with a very young woman at her prime subliminal urge
somewhere in my
favorite motel,
but i am having doubts really
about fate
about my fear when i reach 52 when finally i become
a ruin of myself
betrayed, lost and
alone...
ok, i will try another option.
i will focus myself in school.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Question
AND so in the death-darkened chamber they met,
The woman that once he had loved and the one he loved yet—
The wife who had warped his desire and the woman he could not forget.
They stood by the bier where between them he slept,
And the love he had lost in his wife to her swimming eyes leapt;
But the woman his life had belonged to—his paramour—spoke not nor wept.
It was only a story of sated desire—
Of a love merely sensual burnt to an ash by its fire,
And a husband who turned to a more luscious love that was his for the hire.
All had sinned. For the husband had killed by his clutch,
Rough-handed, the fruit of a love that had dropped at his touch.
One woman's great sin was not loving, his wife's was in loving too much.
And so he had died; it was over at last;
And across him the two women looked at each other aghast—
Across his cold corse, and across the cold corse of the loathsome dead Past!
Then the smouldering love of the wife leapt to flame,
And she poured forth her kisses upon him, and called on his name.
But the other said “No, he is nothing to you; soul and body I claim!”
They looked at each other awhile. Said the wife wearily,
“He is mine; for I loved him, and ever shall love him; let be!”
But the other sneered, “No, he is mine, and mine only, because he loved me!”
Then the two laid their hands on the body between;
And fought for it, wife against paramour, fiercely, unseen—
For the body diseased and polluted, as ever his spirit had been.
And this is a question for answer in Hell:
To which of the two did his spirit belong, can you tell?
Think, was it the woman he loved, or the one who had loved him too well?
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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Who is a real seer?
Tolerance is at its extreme
When one puts up with one’s wife
Having known her infidelity.
Possessiveness is at its naught
When one bears with the one
Who is the paramour of one’s wife.
Insensitive to sexual jealousy,
Such one ranks higher than a seer.
17.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sexual void
He knows not his wife is a paramour;
She knows not her spouse is a paramour.
Illicit relations have existed
Since the time immemorial so as
To fill necessarily the sexual void
Of the repressed society all along.
Orgasm demands outright exploration,
That a stranger only can bring about.
Adultery is lovely, the urge of life,
But guilt is built and the shame is outcome.
Spouse swapping is a new phenomenon,
Which quite nicely fills the sexual void,
Without guilt and without betrayal
And without the danger of breaking home.
The non-possessiveness in a great deal
Must be mandatory to accomplish.
Spouse swapping is a decent prostitution.
Spouse swapping is a mutual gratification.
Stigma severed, acceptance will gain ground.
12.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fling Of Mine
When I was just a two foot belly button jack
I saved all my money robbin the penn central track
Cause money was a thing of mine
And I had that thing in my head
But if honeys just a fling of mine
Why aint that fling in my bed
When I grew to be a big boy my pa he got me a bride
I married a girl named bunny had a fanny thirteen feet wide
Cause bunny was a thing of mine
And me and that thing we got wed
But if honeys just a fling of mine
Why aint that fling in my bed
Soon Im gonna be a big star have nothing but the cream of the crop
And maybe someday Ill go back to bunny
And say aint you proud of this wop
Cause funny fames a thing of mine
And Ill sing that thing till Im dead
But if honeys just a fling of mine
Why aint that fling in my bed
Oh lord if honeys just a fling of mine
Why aint that fling in my bed.
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Escapes from adultery.
It is a shame to be a paramour.
It is a shame to be a concubine.
The titles of ‘husband' and ‘wife' weigh more.
Thus families escape from adultery.
21.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love has no eyes
He is an ungrateful dog;
Yet, she loves him; that is his mother.
She is a slippery fish;
Yet, he is after her; that is her lover.
He is a woman hunter;
Yet, she sticks to him; that is his wife.
She is an unfaithful bitch;
Yet, he’s mad of her; that is her paramour.
He is a humble doormat;
Yet, she is ruthless; that is his harlot
She is a taxing partner;
Yet, he remains with her; that is her husband.
Love has no eyes but links
And is led by sex and pity.
15.08.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The husband’s link
She shed no tears
For the death of her lover
She lusted and slept with.
She wept by heart
On the arrest of her husband
She deceived while living with.
She kept her heart
Intact for her husband
Though locked to the paramour.
One can still count on
The love of one’s wife,
Who had strayed out.
07.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Guilt is not so to the guilty
The one who married as second or second time,
The one having a concubine or is cuckolding.
An eloper, a paramour, an incest sinner,
A widow in love, a widow to wed, or a love
Across the cast and creed, all I abhorred.
The concept would have been different
Had I been involved in any of them.
Guilt is the guilt to one till one commits it.
15.09.2000, Paklm
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Summer Fling
Summer love what
a thing, it comes and
goes leaving you with
a summer fling.
It's happy and fun till
summer ends leaving you
sad. Say your goodbye's
and give your kisses now
because it's only a sumer fling.
Till summer rolls around again
your left with a summer love that
was only a simple summer fling.
(6/1998)
(Dedicated to Brian)
poem by AlissaMarie Unknown
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Be not possessive
.
A paramour has no reservation
That his woman is in use of her spouse.
Why must I have itching about my love
Who loves someone simultaneously?
19.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man Is The Climber
Who is possessive-
The tree or the climber?
It must be the climber
who only clings to it.
Who is the climber-
The wife or the husband?
It must be the husband
Who only kills the paramour
And vindicates his possessiveness.
06.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Time Gap
Someone
called
my
name
Perhaps
from
another
dim ension,
searching
for
their
paramour,
lost
in
another
time
gap.
poem by Heather Burns
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Remember me! Remember me!
You wrote, said and would not let me be
and destroyed our love with your paramour,
acted like a cheap whore
and thank God now I am free from thee.
quote by by Gert Strydom
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Evil Paramour
Sparks the danger
Feeding the fire
Starts the hunger
Of evil paramour
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Moral is convenient
Hunting a hare or beating a ram
Is not a crime but a gallant act.
A paramour does the same act.
Why do you sling him mud?
04.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ol Ben Lucas
(kinky friedman)
Ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick
But back again it grows.
Well, ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick,
But back again it grows.
When its cotton picking time in texas,
Boys, its booger picking time for ben.
Hed raise that finger mean and hostile
Stick it in that waitin nostril,
Here he comes with a green one once again.
All right, pick it, eric!
Ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick,
But back again it grows.
Everybody!
Ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose,
He picked and picked till it made you sick
But back again it grows.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Equality in sex [India]
Premarital love when unearthed
Is tolerated. Not much fuss is there
When man’s post marital love is found out.
Extra marital love executed
By a man is also exempted.
A woman having a paramour is crucified.
A widow too is thus prohibited.
Where does the sex equality exist?
25.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Compare to judge
What, if a bride is found not a virgin?
Don’t we desire to play a paramour?
Don’t we lust to make one a cuckold?
She is not poor in taste for that.
30.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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