A harmless outlet
Tempting is woman’s pleasure.
Reaction to it is man’s pleasure.
To see her is his enjoyment;
To be seen by him is hers.
It is their primary outlet and
Harmless, to drain their libido.
11.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be angry
It is a pleasure to emit one’s anger.
It is a pleasure to emit one’s bladder.
Both must have a toilet for the outlet.
Else they will burst and spoil and soil.
27.11.2005
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The Self Denial Abounds
Deprived of chances for corporal love,
Man spends his libido in seeing porn.
Interrupted by self esteem and ego,
Woman spends her libido in fantasies.
Both deny themselves the pleasure ready.
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Governed By The Libido
A chase by a cock, a chase by a bull,
Or a man's pursuit, after their females
Might be feared or frowned but not hated,
With sexual instincts dictating pleasure.
The case is like a praise any one will like
Not minding which quarters it has come from.
Woman likes being loved though not the lover,
With her libido releasing as pleasure.
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The hope of love
Tempting is your pleasure
And being tempted is mine.
Kissing is my pleasure
And being kissed is yours.
Pursuing you thrills me
And eluding me enthralls you.
You need not deny your pleasure
By denying me the hope of love.
24.11.2010
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The extreme pleasure
Pleasure of luxuries,
Pleasure of victories
Or pleasure of any other kinds
Cannot stand against
The pleasure of conquest of woman,
For all potential men.
29.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Allegory: A Moral Vehicle
I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.
I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,
With yellow body and the wheels of red,
Because it was only used for one employment,
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight:
A son called Frolic, who was never still:
Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright!
Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill,
Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite,
And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill.
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Allegory
I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.
I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,
With yellow body and the wheels of red,
Because it was only used for one employment,
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight:
A son called Frolic, who was never still:
Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright!
Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill,
Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite,
And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill.
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Outlets for wastes
Gossip is a harmless outlet.
Writing is a handy outlet.
Cursing is an easy outlet.
Vent your aggressiveness through these.
10.12.2011
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Opposite displeasure
Success gives pleasure.
Conquest gives pleasure.
Revenge gives pleasure.
Hunting gives pleasure.
Coveting gives pleasure.
Mind; every pleasure
Gives equal and opposite
Displeasure to others.
In a way we act as sadists
04.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Libido and fertility
With his charisma, he got women ‘n bed.
He had many actresses as his mistress.
His sexual prowess was well known to all.
Without a child, he ended as sterile.
Libido has no say on fertility.
Low sperm count is not corollary
To deflated libido in sex life
And will not affect the couple's pleasure.
30.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pleasure Is The Bait
Excitement gives pleasure;
Exploration gives pleasure;
Sexual love gives pleasure.
Pleasures are momentary.
Pleasure can peak the happiness
Or cause the valley of sorrow.
Pleasure is the bait one's after
Not minding the after-effects.
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Yeoman service
Woman, be a flower
To emit fragrance.
Woman, be an inflorescence
To display beauty.
Woman, be a honey
To stimulate men
And be not a nutmeg
To betray longing souls.
This is the greatest joy
You can do to mankind.
Woman, grant men access
To have pleasure of your company.
You can do as many
As you can, a yeoman service.
12.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Means’ pleasure
I conceived many a time
But failed to deliver a baby.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of having conceived.
I mated with him many a time
But wasn’t impregnated at all.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of having mated.
He courted me for a long time
But it didn’t result in mating.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of being courted.^
I was pursued by many a one
But to no one did I say no.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of being each man’s darling.
Ends can’t rob means’s pleasure.
28.06.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He to kiss, she to get it
Man’s hands must hold woman, not hers.
Man’s lips must kiss woman, not hers.
Then only does he feel sexual pleasure.
That only can generate in her the same
pleasure.
04.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In a Herber Green Asleep Whereas I Lay
In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go;
But when I wak'd it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my heart is surely pight
Of her alone to have a sight,
Which is my joy and heart's delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
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The killing pleasure
When does man get his killing pleasure?
A win in a tournament, a win in an encounter,
Or a rout of an opponent? No, none other than
When he wins a woman’s sexual love.
12.10.2005
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The civilized society
I am in a civilized society.
No outlet for hatred.
So I watch violence in movies.
No outlet for libido
So I watch blue films.
I am in a civilized society.
08.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It Was A Pleasure Then
It was a pleasure then
Could you just be here again
To know what there was to see
When all the sunday people
Where so quiet in the dark
Afraid to be better the next day
La la la ...
It was a pleasure then
When we could sit and stare again
Until the stars feel through the cloudy trees
Onto the grass
Stars to smile with us
Until they too had tears in their eyes
Tell us this and tell of how much we must not agree
It was a pleasure then
To see the dieing days again
In the horror of the night
Never, never, never, never, never, lise
Keep it secret
For to hide somewhere at last
As long as we could see
The sky confessed this crime
Of futile tasting hate romance
Above our shattered minds
It was a pleasure, it was a pleasure
La la la ...
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Mission of human being
The mission of a woman
Is to excite men around
And the vision of a man
Is to get birth in their mind.
Both agitate in this direction
And drain away their libido
Without hatching their eggs.
19.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Youth is Pleasure
IN a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay,
The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day,
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go--
But when I waked it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my hart is surely pyght
Of her alone to have a sight
Which is my joy and hartes delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
poem by Robert Wever
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