The Killer Tsunami of 2004
O see there, a calm, hand-tied public servant
lets his eyes to flooding tears flowing down
being caught into the web of collusion
between the advocate and the police.
A Tsunami of a mind-boggling complaint
of his daughter-in-law of five months wedded life
and forty days- stay in his house with his son,
alleging demand of dowry, harrassment and cheating,
embellished by the usual rubbish and lies
by a shameless, criminal advocate
and empowered by the money making women cops,
made the sub - inspector surging towards his house
on the dreadful morn of Sunday, the 26th Dec.2004,
lashing out on the gate and waking them up,
pulling him back along with his wife and son
to the fecund station of breeding dowry charges
and kept them under station- arrest.
As the inspector was away to serve
where the tidal waves of great temblor
had risen as a wall in a flash,
chased and swept off the people on the coast,
smashed down huts and concrete houses,
contaminated the sources of water
and trapped the unwary into watery graves,
the Sub-Inspector played her planned role with ease,
with occasional threats and mock panchayats,
praying to God often with pious words,
and at times sprinkling filthy dialects,
coerced the groom to give 3.5 lakhs
to compensate the matrimonial expenses
and the damage caused to his wife’s chastity,
and get divorce under mutual consent
or else be jailed and settled at the court later.
What a counseling! What an operation!
O you girls of unbridled desires! Hatch a plot
to marry an innocent groom from a quiet family;
cajole him to use contraceptives from the night one,
cause ripples of discontent one by one,
route a complaint through the family court
to the All Women Police Station.
You’re sure to win the jackpot!
And rejoin with your boyfriends
waiting with woolfish grins.
But the grooms and their parents roll into a sea
of sleeplessness for the fault of choosing you as brides.
Long live the anti-dowry acts
and the counseling women cops.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Tragedy Wrought To An Innocent Boy
When she longed to do a P.G. course,
Along with her friends in a Deemed Varsity,
Her parents thwarted her plan
and arranged to betrothe her to a boy,
working abroad, promising some jewellery.
Fate brought the groom back home
but the marriage was solemnized,
as he was capable of finding a job in the Gulf.
For what purpose, she convinced her hubby
to use safety covers to nix conceiving,
she and her parents alone knew.
In the first week of connubial life,
She got the bracelet from him for wearing
and told him it was misplaced at her father’s house.
The groom and his parents ignored it.
Then she made a row urging her in-laws
to spend for her higher studies.
When the nod was not given,
she started ructions with her mother-in-law.
In a month, she roused her husband
to blame his parents for not sending him
to a foreign university for higher studies.
Her cryptic words about her brief life with him
never alerted or sparked off a doubt in them.
When the boy was not warring with his parents,
She defied him to get some lakhs from them
for visiting London to hunt for a job.
As she failed to make his hackles up,
she kicked up a brawl to fetch him out
and live somewhere afar.
“ We can live in separation in our house”,
the groom said with guts;
sensing dangers in the coming days.
“ Live in my father’s house as a tenant,
go abroad and send your ‘dinars’ to my father’s account”,
she dictated in the presence of some mediators,
who came often to get justice for her.
Her plot to amputate him from his parents
and to get his share of wealth from them
was miscarried and she lost her patience.
Fate threw light on her meager quantity of jewels
than what was promised. Some fake gold was also found.
She went berserk and rushed back to her father’s house
with a warning to pay heed to what she says.
The poor boy became sleepless and so were all.
He was invited for Diwali festival and snubbed
For not being at least a sentinel at the IT Park.
When the boy was awaiting her in his house,
she preferred a complaint of cheating
and harassment for dowry.
That heinous act alarmed the groom’s parents
who were public servants, to lose some lakhs and flee.
Fate flew him out at once to work in the Gulf
and rise again from a life crashed.
He married again after a few years and has a boy.
She was waiting for a call from her boyfriend
with newly bought jewels and a lumpsome,
given as life-time maintenance.
Now she is casting her net to catch a boy unwary.
May her tribe increase to dazzle and fizzle the poor boys!
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Father –in-law’s and mother-in- law’s daughter is a daughter-in-law
Father –in-law’s and mother-in- law’s daughter is a daughter-in-law
In the long and short journey of life one has to read the same law,
Even the daughter-in-law should not treat with them just like a saw,
She must think that her husband’s parents are like her own parents,
Action and reaction we can see soon infront of our eyes and mind,
And every one has his or her law and so let us always live by a law,
A good son-in-law does not deserve for any kind of dowry to find,
He too considers that his wife’s parents are just like his own parents,
A daughter is born in her own family and lives in the another family,
All will weep to see the changes of her life from the starting to an end,
If that new family members are good for her she lives very happily,
Otherwise in every walk of her life she suffers and herself will tend,
All daughters have to face and face to cross the same path of life,
The Nature itself will pity on them to see their difficulty of life’s strife.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Inspector Mills
Inspector mills Id like to tell you bout a girl I saw
At a party just the other night in beverly hills
Inspector mills I hope you find her and it dont take long
Watch my feelings for her growing strong in a war of wills
Inspector mills
I cant attempt to point you in her direction
I didnt see her walking out of the door
If I had taken my time shed be standing here still
Inspector mills
I recall once in my life I felt this way before
But I let her go and closed the door, walk away
Inspector mills I cant attempt to show the hurt in me
And just how much I need the company; search the valleys and the hills
You gotta find her mr. mills
I cant attempt to point you in her direction
I was blinded by the look in her eyes
If I had taken my time shed be sitting here still
Inspector mills
Oo, someday soon I might be in love with her
Inspector mills I guess youve taken quite a look around
Guess Ive heard the word from underground, shes gone for good
Inspector mills is it any crime for a fool like me
Try to use your time cause I wanna see; you just send me the bill
Inspector mills, inspector mills
I cant attempt to point you in her direction
I didnt see her walking out of the door
If I had taken my time shed be lying here still
Inspector mills, inspector
I cant attempt to point you in her direction
I was blinded by the look in her eyes
If I had just followed through then I wouldnt be calling you
song performed by by America
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Women In Islam
How do women fit into islam? What is their fate?
This has been the subject of many a debate
‘for the believing men and women, is a great reward’
this is from surah al azaab, the words of our Lord
it can be seen from reading the holy Quran
that a woman has some privilege over a man
praying is exempted during menstruation
here islam gives women consideration
a woman after marriage becomes a wife
for nine long months she carries new life
during childbirth she is exempted to fast
islam is against the burying of girls in the past
they can pray at the mosque or even at home
they may marry or divorce, its their choice, their own
after marriage she can retain her old maiden name
and is rewarded for treating all her offspring the same
once they are married they should live pious lives
‘and the best men are those who are best to their wives’
islam shows equality my sisters and brothers
don’t forget paradise lies at the feet of your mothers
women in the UK had property rights from 1938
this right was given by islam,14 centuries to date
in the UK, women could vote from 1918
this was stated 1400 years ago in islam our deen
women can work and lead a happily married life
but shouldn’t neglect her role as mother and wife
a woman for her child’s upbringing, deserves her credit
islam also gives a woman the right to inherit
a woman’s status in islam, we should never neglect
in islam they are favoured and deserve their respect
poem by Readnow 1978
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Women In Uniform
Beehive hairdo, 45 on the hip
Patrolwoman Saunders, don't you give her no whip
Took me to the station for a breathtest
then back to the bedroom for some house-arrest
[Chorus:]
Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold
Women in uniform, but, Oh! They feel so warm
Coming back to London on a 747
Stewardess made me feel like I'm in heaven
Looking up the aisle to see what I could see
She leaned over said; Give it to me
White apron, brown leather shoes
The nurse at the clinic left my heart all bruised
Gave me a massage, sprained my right
Now she takes my temperature every night
[Chorus]
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Commando raid on the Lebanese border
Sergeant Anita, she gives the order
Khaki jacket and a love gun
Baby, I surrender, let's have some fun
[Chorus]
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Women in uniform, Khaki, white and blue
Women in uniform, coming after you
Women, women, Women in uniform
Women, women, Women in uniform
[Chorus]
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Inspector Gadget
inspector gadget
go mr gadget go thats the name
spell it out till it don't sound the same
its the g-a-d to the g-e-t
gadget on the mic wanna rock with me
yo stop that guy with a claw for a hand
go mr gadget with the master plan
inspect the scene of the crime
don't make me
but i'll hit ya with a go gadget rhyme
when theres a problem in your town go gadget now
if your in trouble there's no doubt he'll work it out
inspector gadget oh
if ya do the crime you're gonna do the time
inspector gadget oh
when he's on the case ya better hide your face
inspector gadget oh
if a city's gonna be safe
inspector gadget oh
he's nummber one
now who's that man with a master plan
to bring peace to the land ya gotta understand
inspector g's the name and law's the game
he's gotta track down claw cos the guys insane
and so he works downtown as a...
looks kinda funny acts like the clown
but he be gettin criminals lock them in bars
go gadget copter jet propeler cars
he jumps up and out of the seat
and bounces higher with the springs in his feet
you know he'll always be around land or the sky
and you know inspector gadget is a hell of a guy c'mon
when theres a problem in your town go gadget now
if your in trouble there's no doubt he'll work it out
inspector gadget oh
he's gotta badge on his chest and you know hes the best
inspector gadget oh
anywhere that ya hide gadget will find ya
inspector gadget oh
if a city's gonna be safe
inspector gadget oh
he's nummber one
when there's a problem in your town go gadget now
if your in trouble there's no doubt he'll work it out
inspector gadget oh
if ya do the crime you're gonna do the time
inspector gadget oh
when he's on the case ya better hide your face
inspector gadget oh
if a city's gonna be safe
inspector gadget oh
he's nummber one
inspector gadget oh
he's gotta badge on his chest and you know hes the best
inspector gadget oh
anywhere that ya hide gadget will find ya
inspector gadget oh
if a city's gonna be safe
inspector gadget oh
he's number one
song performed by by Five
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Water! Water! Water!
“ By triggering this switch
I want to pull down myself
and this highest tower of this city”,
He cried aloud in the seventh storey.
The clerks and executives ran down
shouting a psychopath armed with bombs
was to demolish this structure.
Sensing danger from the cries,
the people from the floors above
rushed out yelling”suicide bomber! ”.
The police and the fire wagons came
not waiting for a written complaint
and climbed up inch by inch.
They advised him not to kill himself
and they urged him to tell his demand.
”There is a national threat
by these alien terrorists”,
people blocking the road spoke to each other.
“Our service registers are in the tenth floor,
I’ve no hope of getting my pension”,
a man at the edge of retirement groaned.
The police assured to fob him off with a job.
and some talked of his courage
to get there and nobbled the cops to listen,
tricking the metal detector at the entrance.
“ I don’t want a job but two bucketfuls of water”,
he blared out and threw down
the blank cabinet of a transistor set
tied around his waist.
The police pulled him along to the station
for giving him what deserved at the earliest.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Save man from women.
A woman hooks a man in many ways.
A wife books him under dowry case.
A maid shakes him under molestation.
A colleague sends him for sexual harassment.
A scarlet feigns that she has been raped.
Women resort to filing such complaints
On the pretext of sexual harassments
To settle their scores at ease with their men
Notwithstanding their consensual sex.
Women are believed; men are behind the bar.
Kings are dethroned; lords are unseated.
Man-woman relation, held holy, is maimed.
Faith in family is shaken and broken.
Laws must rethink to save men from women.
27.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Trepidation
Friend and me bade bye
She that way, me the other way
Out of station..
Returned to meet when I opted
Obstructed a thief-encounter
She said'police is enquiring'
Her elucidation..
'I apprehend the house
A godown of messed up goods-mounds'
Thirty days queued..
Over to ' Graham Bell '
She whispered 'I'm jailed'
'Me too, bored of house-arrest'
I did admit
poem by Indira Renganathan
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God Was Right
God was right when he made the women
Because men built house for the women to live in with their families
And he included a kitchen
But God knew that if the house had a kitchen the women would be better The whole night cooking for her family
And God knew that the kitchen was the perfect place for women
God was right when he made women so that they can have babies
And feed the babies milk from her breasts and change all the babies Diapers everyday
Because the only way babies communicate is by crying
And all the babies needs their naps
God was right when he made the women
So she could be there to do the family laundry also
And women's job is never done at home
Because as long as she lives she will be the slave of home
poem by Aldo Kraas
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A rare gypsy rarely seen!
A gypsy was left to the mercy of God,
along with her two children in rags.
To give her hell, her husband has left her there.
Dowry or giving birth to only girls,
adultery or ambition to have a shelter
was not the cause for their wrangle.
“ Stop ranting me in filthy words in the bazaar”
She pleaded but he evinced no change.
She complained to the police and he was
driven out of that coastal village.
In the late mid-night, when I went out of my office,
I saw something dark at the verandah
of a class-room nearby.
I walked slowly there with some fear
as small snakes would lie on the sand.
A lady was squatting beside the wall,
huddling together her sleeping children.
“ Don’t stay here. Get lost! ” I shouted.
“ In the morning I’ll go out. Till then, permit me”,
She begged and covered her children with her saree.
“ Get into the room and stay there for the night”,
I said to her to save her kids from the cold.
“ I can’t be a hostess to this village hooligans.
They will hunt me down in this doorless room”.
Her reply made me pity her more.
She told me she would earn some money
by doing some work for wages the next day
and go to a place where her clan are camping.
I promised her a hundred rupees at dawn
and she could go by bus to join her kin.
“ Sorry, I can’t return that money.
So I don’t want it from you”,
She said with all humility.
“ When you become rich, you give it back”,
I muttered with a smile.
“ I can’t be rich. Anyhow I get it in the morning”, she said.
When I went out with a hundred rupee note at sunrise,
she wasn’t there but her children were gathering fruits
under a tamarind tree and they told me
that their mother had gone to clear weeds in fields;
she would be back with money in the evening
and they would go to Tambaram Railway Station
where their grandmother has been living.
“ Oh, the gypsies are far better than others
Who long to have freebies from the government”
I thought myself and smiled.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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To Be Or Not To Be?
They ascended the steep staircase up
the lighthouse unrenovated for long.
As she had the niggling fear
of his promise of marrying her,
' I thought of you more than of a lover.
I offered my heart, my self and all.
Soon, our baby will show me to the world,
though I keep our affair within the pages of my mind.
Couldn't you marry me in a month's time? ',
her voice cracked with emotions.
He was nattering about the problems of caste as usual.
'To be or not to be? ', she wept aloud.
' Be calm. Understand my position', he caressed her cheek.
He was assured of more dowry from a rich girl of his kin.
So he was plum but the poor girl of the city was glum.
' Life after death will be sweet', she uttered,
cringed at his sight and jumped over the parapet wall
and fell down flat into a bloodied body.
The boy climbed down with a ghastly shock,
looked at the crashed head and vanished into the crowd.
The girl didn't think to take the boy to the police
as the modern girls do to shock the boys.
And he was not even haunted by her ghost.
The light house is no more, being demolished in 1980.
He shifted to a new house and brought his rich wife there.
She had miscarriage before the first delivery
and thereafter never carried till her death two years back.
I met the man in tears drenching his beard, recently.
Tears of blood shed by that chaste, poor girl
had torn his heart to pieces and he was speechless.
That heart rending spectacle is running alive in his mind.
Death will not come to him in haste
as he has to shed tears of blood from his worst heart.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Kid's truth lands pop in soup
It was a bright summer’s day
And a man was driving his car
It seems he was crossing the speed limit
So it’s obvious the police weren’t far
The police chased him all the way
But the man had already reached his house
He admitted himself inside
Looking as terrified as a mouse
He asked his wife to tell
The police that he hadn’t come
And he concealed himself in the bedroom
Feeling depressed, scared and glum
The police arrived and asked the wife where he was
She said he wasn’t there
When her three year old daughter stepped up
With cheeks so chubby and fair
She piped up in her little voice,
“If you want to know just ask me
Daddy’s hiding in the bedroom
Why don’t you go and see? ”
The police caught the man
And asked him, “Well, what do you say,
It seems because of your own daughter
You are in trouble today”
The man just shook his head and said,
“I am to be blamed for this tumult
I always taught my daughter never to lie
And this is the result! ”
The inspiration for this poem came from an anecdote in Reader's Digest
poem by Risha Ahmed
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Coast 2 Coast
I met a girl named hip hop in seventy eight
Hollis Queens New York gave us our first date
man she broke me off proper yo the girl was fast
and everybody kept telling me it would not last
cause ain't no women in the world supposed to be that sweet
and ya just can't trust a hot chick from the street
I could tell she had been through lots of struggle and strife
but yet in still she'd been with me over half of my life
born key Jeff Taylor took me into his home
and intrduced me to some tables and a microphone
hip hop talked to me told me take your time
at the age of eleven I bust my first rhyme
block partys in the day house partys at night
just about one year before Rapper's Delight
everybody in the crew called to make a request
cause rap's on the radio and hip-hop was blessed
didn't go to many clubs I wasn't old enough
And if it try to sneak it out my folks is scolding up
but I still do anything to get on stage
and once I got a club gig I lied about my age
just a couple blocks away was the Hollis crew
Run and them used to rock at one ninety two
up the street was a crew called Solo Sounds
where Davey D and Mex used to throw it down
man I wouldn't trade rap for anything in the world
hip hop meant more to me than diamonds and pearls
and I still reminicse to this very day
and I remember those words hip hop would say
(Do you have love for the east coast?)
yes I do
(the hip hop on the east coast?)
yeah that's true
from the 'yes yes y'all' to 'and you don't stop'
east coast played a role in making a hip hop
(Do you have love for the east coast?)
yeah that's right
(the hip hop on the east coast?)
yeah that's tight
from the 'yes yes y'all' to 'and you don't stop'
east coast played a role in making a hip hop
now I gotta get busy time to make that move
high school over with gotta sho' improve
got college on the coast and I'm makin' plans
so hip hip went and told me go west young man
it was a different kind of style but I liked the sound
everybody in the house gauranteed to get down
I did the casa skateland word on wheels
and the crazy crazy world of the record deal
K-day was the station that played my song
I got love from the people it's a shame they gone
Julio and Tony G yo was keeping it real
and Baker Boys doin' they own up in Bakersville
I remember other brothers putting out the gin
like six in the morning and the battle ran
there were boys in the hood and little Nenah Cherry
and oh I can't forget about ooh Rock Berry
before the madness when I made my fame
alot of people on the west coast knew my name
before the big magizines even wanted to meet me
I checked the back pages of the L.A. weekly
to see if they would write and recognize the sound
cause in those days Young MC was underground
lot of times I would rhyme and I'd get no pay
but I remember those words hip hop would say
(Do you have love for the west coast?)
yes I do
(the hip hop on the west coast?)
yeah that's true
from the 'yes yes y'all' to 'and you don't stop'
west coast played a role in making a hip hop
(Do you have love for the west coast?)
yeah that's right
(the hip hop on the west coast?)
yeah that's tight
from the 'yes yes y'all' to 'and you don't stop'
west coast played a role in making a hip hop
talk of an east coast west coast beef makes me panic
I love both sides so I'm straight skitzafrenic
got my skills in the east got my deal in the west
so I just can't say what side is the best
now you love where you live that's true indeed
cause your family and friends give you what you need
stand up for yo' hood and you do it with pride
but the media tells you hate the other side
now it's hard to hate a man that I have not met
or hate a whole damn coast like a ????
cause hip hop is wit ya no matter where you stay
so remember these words hip hop would say
(Do you have love for the east coast?)
yes I do
(the hip hop on the east coast?)
yeah that's true
from the 'yes yes y'all' to 'and you don't stop'
east coast played a role in making a hip hop
(Do you have love for the west coast?)
yeah that's right
(the hip hop on the west coast?)
yeah that's tight
from the 'yes yes y'all' to 'and you don't stop'
west coast played a role in making a hip hop
(do you have love for the east coast?)
yes I do
(the hip hop on the west coast?)
yeah that's true
from the 'yes yes y'all' to 'and you don't stop'
both coasts played a role in making hip hop
(do you have love for the west coast?)
yeah that's right
(the hip hop on the east coast?)
yeah that's tight
from the 'yes yes y'all' to 'and you don't stop'
both coasts played a role in making hip hop
(coast to coast)
song performed by by Young MC
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Trapped Today, Trapped Tomorrow
The days are gone when the girls
Used to kiss his nose
To wake him up in the morning
He looks at his wife once she was young
But now shes older
Than himself and all that happend without warning
Trapped today, trapped tomorrow
Trapped in love, and trapped in sorrow
Sorry my train, wont stop at your station
Trapped today, trapped tomorrow
Trapped in love, and trapped in sorrow
Sorry my train, wont stop at your station
And no explanations
The days are gone when the boys
Used to bring her flowers every night
Just to please her
There was this man, now shes his wife.
Theyve got two kids
He works from 9 to 5
He put her in a freezer
Trapped today, trapped tomorrow...
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Me In Your House
Me in your house
(dedicated to those women who are victims of dowry)
In every house
We members talk too much
So much talk in your house, too
But the talk
This time was about me
It was so excessive
The house had confused about everything
But remarkably
It remembers only me.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Girls vs. Women
Girls are insecure; Women are confident.
Girls dress trashy; Women dress classy.
Girls are students; Women are teachers.
Girls are listeners; Women are preachers.
Girls makes babies; Women raise babies.
Girls have sex; Women make love.
Girls are weak; Women are strong.
Girls fight; Women walk away.
Girls argue; Women speak.
Girls give in; Women compromise.
Girls envy. Women appreciate.
Girls give up. Women strive.
Girls look. Women see.
Girls take. Women give.
Girls follow; Women influence.
poem by Christina E. Brown
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A pious man
A pious man had gone to Burma
From where he came as a destitute,
Ran a petty shop on borrowed money,
Made to marry in late thirties to go
bankrupt,
Bore two sons and a daughter
From his equally poor but virulent
wife,
Became invalid in money and mind,
Lost his wife to his brother in celibacy,
Added one more daughter from him,
Lost the second son in electric shock,
Wandered and laboured for food,
Reaped every kind of humiliation,
And then died, later to be followed
By his wife, leaving the children
To be grown by the remaining father,
Who too died with children spreading
Under different shelters to live
And get married.
I shed my tears thinking that pious man,
Who gave me sweets when I was
Twelve, who begged of me with his Eyes
For money when I started earning.
04.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nothing Has Been Proved
(tennant / lowe)
Mandys in the papers cause she tried to go to spain
Shell soon be in the dock and in the papers once again
Vickis got her story about the mirror and the cane
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
Stephens in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
Too sick to eat, hes on his feet and to the telephone
The police inspector soothes him with his sympathetic tone
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
In the house a resignation
Guilty faces, every one
Christines fallen out with lucky
Johnnys got a gun
Please please mes number one
(its a scandal! its a scandal! such a scandal!)
Now, stephens in the dock for spending money that was earned
By christine, and the prosecution says that money burned
A hole in stephens pocket, for expensive sins he yearned
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
In the news the suicide note
In the court an empty space
Even mandys looking worried
Christines pale and drawn
Please please mes number one
(its a scandal! its a scandal! such a scandal!)
Last night he wrote these words to his friend:
Sorry about the mess
Im guilty til proved innocent
In the public eye and press
The funerals very quiet because all his friends have fled
They may be false, they may be true
Theyve all got better things to do
They may be false, they may be true
But nothing has been proved
Nothing
Nothing has been proved
Oh, nothing
Nothing
Oh, nothing
Nothing
Oh, nothing
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dear Wife
Dear Wife I write you this poem
As I have been told it would do me well,
To let you know what you have done to me,
And ask why you put me through all this hell.
I brought you here all the way from your home
To be my wife and my love forever more,
I then gave you all, and I did without,
But then your went knocking at other mens door.
I then found out you were telling lies about me
And love letters and phone calls to other men you sent
But you I had trusted with my whole heart and soul
So your many affairs on me, I never had the hint.
Dear Wife this is your poem
I hope you read it over and over again
Your sister said your affair on me wasn't your first
As you did it also with your other husbands and men.
Did you tell anyone else what you did too me
About mentally and physically abusing me all the time
And how you always put yourself always first
And never what was yours was also was mine.
You left our house when your family had slept
So you could go out and be with with another man
As you didn't care who you used or had hurt
And you I don't think no one could ever understand.
Dear Wife here is more of your poem
I truly hope that you will read it all
Have you told anyone who you left me for
Or are you ashamed and want that to be my call.
He too is a liar and and user and also a thief
And in so many ways he is just like you
As he too has not a job but lives off others
So he now tells you what you can or cannot do.
He had cheated on his wife so she left him
And also I found out he is a Momma’s boy
He is a coward and he cant fight his own fight
And as you know all of that is a true story.
Dear Wife here is more of your poem
There is so much more that I need to write
Are you going to raise your daughters the way you live
And have them believing that you were always right.
Will they think its alright to jump from one man to another
And its better to always take than it is to give,
And to ignore GOD’S word and think only of themselves
Tell me is that how you want them to live.
Soon one day all of your family and friends will find out
Of all of your lying and the ways that you do act
And hopefully none of your family will turn out like you
And as you know those are not lies, but only fact.
Dear Wife this of course is your poem
And you know that none of it is a lie
I never expected what you had done to me
So deep inside my soul I surely did die.
I kept all the messages you sent in your letters
Even the one about your hickey given in our house
The one your bragged about that was given to you
And it wasn't given by me, your spouse.
I remember when you told your daughters and me
How every Sunday that you had to go to school,
Even on Valentines day and your Birthday you had to go
Then I found out it was lie, and once again I am the fool.
Dear Wife here is some more of your poem
I am beginning to feel a lot better now,
As I did nothing wrong and it was always you,
And truly I do feel so happy with my soul and I am proud.
You committed adultery and you robbed and you stole,
And I stayed truthful to my wife and love which was you,
When you were abandoned in Scotland for over a year
Remember it was I your husband who wanted you.
I still have the pictures and the mail you had sent
And everyone even your family knows of your past,
All your adultery and affairs and cheating you have done,
The evils you have done to others will always last.
Dear Wife again this is your poem
If not without you it would of never been born
Some talk about the fury inflicted by scorned women
But I tell you this, a man too does not like to be scorned.
You have gossiped and criticized everyone in your life
Told of secrets and promises that you swore to keep
You honor no one and loyalty is not your friend,
And for you soul, sad to say no one will ever weep.
You have talked about your sisters and your brother
You said of their problems that they have many
Then you talked about your ex-husbands and ex-lovers
And this and we say Wife; Problems you have many.
Dear Wife This is the end of my poem
I hope truly that you have read it well,
And I hope all that know you, have read it too,
As they will too know, the truth is all that I did tell.
You have no conscience or dignity about yourself,
Is that why you changed your looks once again,
You cant change your soul, like changing of your hair
Seems you cant stay away from adultery and sin.
When you sleep tell me how do you sleep
I bet you sleep well, that is if you have not a soul,
And are you waiting for another man to come in your life,
So you can again start another life not far down the road.
Dear wife, I wander will your daughters be like you
Later in years when women they will become
You already have taught them how to lie and steal
And how to use men for gain and also fun.
I remember when they told me about all your boyfriends
And all the men you had stay with you for the night
And sad to say I later became one of those men
I guess I became the man next in your expanding line.
I wander if your daughters are happy with you
And the life that you gave them to live
They don't know how to be true and virtuous woman
The greatest present a mother to her daughter she could give.
Dear Wife, that name I wont call you anymore
As my wife to me you can never be
As you did the sins no other wife would ever do
And everyone of that one fact would always agree.
So you can tell your lies to everyone that you meet
Do you believe any one but a sinner would believe your lies
As you don't and never did walk the steps of morality or virtue
Now when you feel the cold wind that is GODS sadden sigh.
So using me and abusing me will happen no more
As to my mind and soul on that one thought I do reflect
As i can do so much better but you will not ever
And now my Dear Wife, you will ever be known as my ex.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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