A Hindu woman beauty
Translucent neck, crescent forehead,
Bow like eyebrow, doe’s eyes,
Hilly cheeks, cherry lips,
Beaky nose, milky teeth,
With back dropp of cloudy hair
Provide a countenance. It strikes.
Snake-gourd arms, tulip palm,
Snaky fingers, eggi nails,
Dicot branching breasts
Decking out like cashew apples,
Banyan leaf like belly
Provide a profile. It hooks.
Boat like beam, banana stem thighs,
Pomegranate open fruit in between,
Crane legs and the feet
As tapering as the bud of banana
Inflorescence,
Provide a receptacle. It arreats.
Then a woman has no need
To be adorned and ornamented,
To catch hold of a king.
24.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Eat The Music
Split me open
With devotion
You put your hands in
And rip my heart out
Eat the music
Does he conceal
What he really feels?
Hes a woman at heart
And I love him for that
Lets split him open
Like a pomegranate
Insides out
All is revealed
Not only women bleed
Take the stone out
Of the mango
You put it in your mouth
And pull a plum out
Take a papaya
You like a guava?
Grab a banana
And a sultana
Rip them to pieces
With sticky fingers
Split the banana
Crush the sultana
Split em open
With devotion
You put your hands in
And rip their hearts out
Like a pomegranate
Insides out
Hes a woman at heart
And love him for that
Take a papaya
You like a guavva?
Grab a banana
And a sultana
Rip em to pieces
With sticky fingers
Split the banana
Crush the sultana
All emotion
And with devotion
You put your hands in
What ya thinking?
What am I singing?
A song of seeds
The food of love
Eat the music
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Supremacy is the beauty
Chubby lips, plump cheeks, massive breasts, fleshy buttocks,
Blunt nose, hairy skin, coarse hair and black eyes
Are the features the Dravidians inherited from the Negros.
Thin lips, flat cheeks, rounded breasts, slated buttocks,
Long nose, pale skin, silky hair and brown eyes
Are the features Aryan inherited from the White race.
Aryans are held beautiful by their cultural supremacy.
30.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Harijan
If you utter the word harijan
You would be prosecuted.
How you dare to takeaway
Their lands, their houses
Their foods and clothings
It invites atrocities.
Provide them proper education
Provide them medical facilities
Provide them eyes and ears
Open their doors and windows
Let them assess the world
That it is theirs.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Tra La La Song
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
One banana, two banana
Three banana, four
Four bananas make a bunch
And so do many more
Over hill and highway
The banana buggies go
Comin' on to bring you
The Banana Splits Show
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Four banana, three banana
Two banana, one
All bananas playing in the bright warm sun
Flippin' like a pancake, poppin' like a cork
Fleagle, Bingo, Drooper an' Snork
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Two banana, four banana
One banana, three
Swingin' like a bunch of monkeys
Hangin' from a tree
Hey there everybody
Won't you come along and see
How much like banana splits
Everyone can be
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Foreplay much matters [adults only]
Wave her hair, hold her head, pinch her nose
And press her hands. She is excited.
Lick her neck, kiss her cheeks, pinch the ears, Circle the navel and press the thighs and the belly.
She is aroused.
Lock her lips with yours, knead the breasts, Bite the nipples, lick the armpits
Circle the clitoris. She is charged.
Do cunnilingus. She is burning.
Enter her, toss her till she falls flat..
She will be yours years.
03.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman is the link
It is the mother and the daughter
On whom you pin your hope,
And with whom you spin your relation.
They only provide you psycho link.
They only provide you a safety thread.
Men are only man made social aid.
Why, then, do you spurn
When a girl to you is born, man?
05.09.2000, Pkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Withered as delayed
Oval face, bow like brows, fish eyes,
Arrow nose, rose lips, pearl teeth,
Snake neck, erect bosom, and coal lock
Are a set of grammar for a woman’s beauty,
All of which err in your faculty.
Sleek and slender you are, even at forty,
With wrinkle less belly, as if not mothered.
Your nimble feet and dexterous hands,
With sensuous moves and sensual mind
Can enthrall anyone and then why not me?
Attention and admiration I pay you.
My enlivenment and enrichment I owe you.
A hard pearl in a tender shell.
A pride to the owner and envy to others.
You are aroused, it is my gift.
You are spirited, it is for his credit.
Delayed to blossom,
By when came Autumn,
The bud withered without at blossom.
14.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I shall not die for thee
FOR thee, I shall not die,
Woman of high fame and name;
Foolish men thou mayest slay
I and they are not the same.
Why should I expire
For the fire of an eye,
Slender waist or swan-like limb,
Is't for them that I should die?
The round breasts, the fresh skin,
Cheeks crimson, hair so long and rich;
Indeed, indeed, I shall not die,
Please God, not I, for any such.
The golden hair, the forehead thin,
The chaste mien, the gracious ease,
The rounded heel, the languid tone,—
Fools alone find death from these.
Thy sharp wit, thy perfect calm,
Thy thin palm like foam o' the sea;
Thy white neck, thy blue eye,
I shall not die for thee.
Woman, graceful as the swan,
A wise man did nurture me.
Little palm, white neck, bright eye,
I shall not die for ye.
poem by Douglas Hyde
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A woman can take care of the family. It takes a man to provide structure, to provide stability.
Families are the tie that reminds us of yesterday, provide strength and support today, and give us hope for tomorrow. No government, no matter how well-intentioned, or well-managed, can provide what our families provide.
quote by Bill Owens
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Magnificently enchanting night
The calm which the stringent day miserably dithered to provide; was profoundly imparted by the chilly breeze of the dark night,
The tumultuous passion which the austerely acerbic day failed to provide; was profoundly imparted by the agony of the resplendent night,
The ocean of dreams which the acrimonious day floundered every second to provide; was profoundly imparted by the mesmerizing fantasy of the velvety night,
The cloud of tingling sensations which the sultry day stumbled to provide; was profoundly imparted by the tantalizing charisma of the moonlit night,
The poignant aroma of romance which the brilliantly sweltering day tripped to provide; was profoundly imparted by the overwhelmingly silvery night,
The delectably sweet flavor which the harshly perspiring day dawdled to provide; was profoundly imparted by the surreal and stormy night,
The stupendous congeniality which the monstrously illuminated day succumbed to provide; was profoundly imparted by the superlatively friendly and voluptuous night,
The tunnel of unrelenting adventure which the monotonous day ludicrously refrained to provide; was profoundly imparted by the spell binding and exotically perfumed night,
The astoundingly fragrant aura which the nondescript day faltered to provide; was profoundly imparted by the piquantly pepped up night,
The enigmatic tales of fascinating mystery which the day abysmally shirked to provide; was profoundly imparted by the enticing and profusely titillating night,
The vivacious rainbow of colors which the incorrigibly boring day fluttered to provide; was profoundly imparted by the gorgeously whispering night,
The flamboyant rays of fire which the cloudy day horrendously nictitated to provide; was profoundly imparted by the vividly vibrant night,
The dreary trail of incredulous sedation that the day obnoxiously dwindled to provide; was profoundly imparted by the incomprehensibly seductive night,
The magical wave of longing that the stoical day irrevocably refused to provide; was profoundly imparted by the mystically simmering night,
The cold beads of unprecedented exhilaration that the abysmally hot day pathetically slithered to provide; was profoundly imparted by the majestic and princely night,
The ardently milky aroma which the intractably bright day disastrously shivered to provide; was profoundly imparted by the ravishingly dainty night,
The unparalleled tremors of ecstasy which the brutal beams of day insurmountably struggled to provide; was profoundly imparted by the stringently spicy winds of night,
The opulent showers of nostalgia which the murderously blazing day wavered to provide; was profoundly imparted by the opalescent shades of the night,
And the celestial stupor which the savagely bubbling day thoroughly failed to provide; was profoundly imparted by the magnificently enchanting night…
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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It Is Simple
when you draw a man
on your paper
do not complicate him
let him have hands
a head
a belly
let him have two legs
and two feet
do not try giving him
fingers and toes
and start tracing
the lines of his
palms
and pores of his skin
his hair
and eyebrows and
eyelids
he would not like it
the particulars
are his alone
his secrets
his struggles to define himself
apart from the rest
in doing so
you let him be
a man to complete himself
self-made
with pride to provide the missing parts
his past buried
in his muscles
his hopes intricately woven
in his nerves
it simple enough
let him have too his solitude
a secret cabinet
for his bullets and pistol
and rage
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Young Banana
Monkey
Too
Monkey...
Catch too
Play with
Banana...
Banana
Not bad...
For young banana
Not for eat...
So...
Monkey's catch play
The banana...? ? ? ? ! ! ! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Every fresh banana leaf should eventually become a dry banana leaf.
Aish is all graceful
Be in ultra modern jeans, with hair cropped,
Be in curves with a bikini, with hair cascading,
Be in swimming suit, with hair dripping,
Be in top and middy, with hair thrown back,
Be in velvet chudidhar, with hair hiding the cheeks,
Be in saree and blouse, with hair loosely knotted,
Be with chemise on breasts, with hair permed and ornamented,
Be on cotton saree, with hair made to bun,
Be in half saree and blouse, with hair tightly plaited,
Or be in any fashion that comes into being,
The actress Aish is blooming and beaming,
What not is the fashion or style for Aish, all the grace?
19.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The World of Joy
This day I provide the world with joy,
My price for the company is brilliant,
I kept reasons too many for the toy.
Joyous occasions occur from the word to annoy,
My pencils are spun on something abhorrent,
This day I provide the world with joy.
What may cuddle or embrace is an alloy
From the heart, so hard and tough, inconsistent,
I kept reasons too many for the toy.
Then we wandered too far in the forest of a boy
Who through all his pride was obedient,
This day I provide the world with joy.
I have a ghost of martyrdom, a choirboy,
Who sang a tune to the nonviolent,
I kept reasons too many for the toy.
Inside I am happy, happier to employ,
Since our times of nourishment,
I kept reasons too many for the toy,
This day I provide the world with joy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Banana Tree
Banana tree
Banana tree
Banana tree
There is a monkey
Up
There
He is
Eating Banana
Monkey
Monkey
I am hungry
Also
I tell
him
I make
sings
with my
Hands
to tell
him to share
it with me
He covers his
Eyes with his hands
And gigles
So I keep on trying
poem by Aldo Kraas
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thy Delicate Lips
Thy delicate lips
Thy delicate lips
Ye talking eyes
Yond curly locks
These velvety hands
Cone shaped Fingers
On a Brittle wrist
Milky white feet
And prominent nose
Under lucky forehead
Are well arranged
As a rhyming scheme
In a classical sonnet
poem by Akram Saqib
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Grammar of beauty reverses
Wide eyes, wide cheeks,
Thick lips, thick bosom,
Broad hip and plump thy
Of women were alluring then.
Thin eyes, thin cheeks,
Slim limbs, slim breasts,
Slender hip and slender thy
Of women are alluring now.
Man was to lean on her.
Now he is to hold her.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Join me listen to the sitar players theorise…
Join me on your knees on your belly please…
With Gold in her teeth and hunger in her eyes
The devil whispers in the reeds come join me
Join me listen to the sitar players theorise…
The movement's serpentine in willowy skies'.
See the honey locust sunset ascending roots
See how your thighs make shadows ripple
See how the boy's eyes twinkles oval tributes
See how his thoughts remain ever wistful
Join him in shade like a moth ever vernal.
Let him provide "light" poked out of darkness.
Let him watch your wings burn star bright
Let him hear the moon sing her loneliness…
Let the devil be fulfilled quiver like a red termite!
In the baron emptiness a harlot strikes at night.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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