A new found inspiration.
Every day I make my way
Through your lane
To see you, who are so lean,
So smart, so swift,
With drumstick frame.
Your heedlessness
Is the source of attraction.
In simple night dress,
When you move about
In your fore yard,
You refuse to cross my eyes.
One should take more efforts
To ignore a man
Than to notice him.
Hitherto, I succeeded
To let you know my surge
But you never let me know
That you know of it.
Pretence is stimulation.
25.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Every wife intrigues
Too high a mountain to ignore,
Too deep a sea to notice,
Is a woman, a beautiful woman.
Never did her husband die
Without having her as a suspect.
26.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Move the unmoved
A street cow is least disturbed
By the passers by who cross by-
So is she, by those who cross by
Her house, whose doors and kitchen
Open to the lane where she ambles.
It was my mission to cross her house
But not in focus was her vision.
Today, she made allowance.
Yes, at the approach of my visit,
She made her presence at the door,
To take note of me and give hers.
To move the unmoved is a thrill.
03.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Turkey?
Only ate one drumstick
At the picnic dance this summer,
Just one little drumstick--
They say I couldn't be dumber.
One tough and skinny drumstick,
Why was that such a bummer?
But everybody's mad at me,
Especially the drummer.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Slow Down
ooh baby
There's somethin I gotta tell ya
Pain that you should know
What's on my mind
ooh baby
I'm feeling our situation
It's getting stronger
and we on it
I gotta take my time
(Bridge)
See there's so much about you
that I want to explore
Phisical attraction,
we just can't ignore it
But before we go too far
across the line
gotta really make sure
that I'm sure
Umm
(chorus)
Slow down babe
let's take our time
Slow down babe
If you don't mind (baby slow down)
Slow down babe
before we make this move
Slow down babe (before we make this move)
Baby slow down
(I think it's really too soon)
(verse 2)
Ooh baby
It's like I known you forever
My medulla oblongata
Is electrified
Oo oo ooh baby
Whenever we're alone together
I'm bout to explode
and it feels so right
I gotta take my time
(Bridge)
See there's so much about you
that I want to explore
Phisical attraction, we just
can't ignore it
But before we go too far
across the line
gotta really make sure
that I'm sure
Oh
(chorus)
Slow down babe
let's take our time (slow down baby)
Slow down babe (slow down baby)
If you don't mind (baby slow down)
Slow down babe
before we make this move
Slow down babe (before we make this move)
Baby slow down
(baby it's really too soon
soon yeah)
(Hook)
See I know what is best
Cause I been here before
Gave myself to someone
for all the wrong reasons
but this time around
I don't wanna do that again
I just wanna make this the way
that i've dreamed of
so baby you got to
(chorus)
(Whispering)
Slow down
you got to slow down
you got to slow down
baby slow down
you got to slow down
you got to slow down
you've got to slow down
song performed by by Alicia Keys
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With Honor
Think clearly what you want out of her?
Want her to lean on your solder
Or take hand in hand and go for drive
Or take her as partner and live
It won’t serve any purpose
If you think and merely suppose
Shed tears in isolation and question
Rub the mind with inside retention
What has attracted you in particular?
Her physical attraction or things so similar
Her speech, move or simple back ground
Some of the things certainly might have been found
Everything is right in its own perspective
Your thinking should be subjective
It should not bother about unfounded fears
As it ahs so many things to take into account and bear
Mere imagination can lead no where
You will have to take assertive stand and dare
No one may dare to refuse if you are firmly placed
It is not the time but against opportunity raced
But it is not bad idea to think and remain happy
You have full liberty to remain indoor and steady
Nothing may be involved as pure risk
You can run fast or walk very brisk
It is not enough to think and remain idle
You got to move decisively and remove the hurdle
Things may move automatically in your favor
Then may have everything as you wanted with honor
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Passive love
She casts her eyes down
So that by you she is seen.
She loves not ‘loving’
As she loves ‘being loved’.
Don’t match her move with yours.
Go ahead; that she wants.
Pleasure of love is in pleasing.
Get along with what she grants.
Love is not result oriented.
30.09.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No fence to a mind
There are guards everywhere,
At home, in the yard, thoroughfare,
Working place, host’s premises,
To be against corporal adultery.
Not guardable is the adultery by mind.
To be virtuous in body
And to be libidinous in spirit
Is nothing but hypocritical.
05.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Living in fallacy
We fall under the spell of many women
With whom we had no contacts in person.
Film stars, singers and television stars.
Where are chemistries, magnetic pulls or
Corporal attraction? What is the cause?
Agreeable image is enough to spur.
Human brain learnt to live on fallacy and fantasy.
25.08.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life In The Fast Line
He was a hard headed man
He was brutally handsome and she was teminally pretty
She held him up and he held her for ransome in the heart
of the cold cold city
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless they said he was crude
They had one thing in common they were
good in bed
She'd say 'Faster faster. The lights are turnin' red."
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind, mm
Are you with me so far?
Eager for action and bot for the game
The coming attraction, the drop of a name
They knew all the right people, they took
all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavily bills.
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up
in the race
Out every evening, until it was light
He was too tired to make it, she was too tired
to fight about it
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lse your mind
Life in the fast lane, everything all the time
Life in the fast lane, uh huh
Blowin' and burnin', blinded by thirst
They didn't see the stop sign,
took a turn for the worst.
She said, "Listen, baby.You can hear the engine
ring.We've been up and down this highway;
haven't seen a goddam thing."
He said,"Call the doctor. I think I'm gonna crash."
"The doctor say he's comin', but you gotta pay him cash."
They went rushin' down that freeway, messed around
and got lost
They didn't know they were just dyin' to get off
And it was life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
song performed by by Eagles
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Twenty Zero One
2001 - where do I belong
I got my mind but I dont know where my head has gone
2001 - baby where you been
Its pornographic, internet, traffic on my screen
2001 - shes just a maniac
Its not for me but my baby really needs a crack
2001 - dont want the sex to stop
I took a pill now its killing me to keep it up
2001 - I know whats goin on
You wanna take my soul and change it for another one
2001 - those liquid crystal eyes, they really suit you honey
Let me get them in your size
2001 - by 2032 you can be me, and with a little luck
I can be you
2001 - let me bless you son
Help you believe with my semi-automatic gun
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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To the Stars
What beholds
In my sight
My lover in the night
That she may sleep
In inner peace
Atop a bed of fleece
And how cruel of me
To confess
Of her long purple dress
We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise
And what is
My temptation
To ignore my condemnation
And how
Can I stay sane
Within a field of shame
We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise
As you gaze
Fixed upon the stars
All of who you are
Is revealed
Unto me
And I couldn't see
So I confess
Nontheless
Like a small bird in nest
In her long purple dress
We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise
And if I
May so hear
An unpleasant
To awake
To the news
Of one gone I would not lose
To know the one
In the dress
Is nothing now but dead
Then how can I live
With this utter feeling of dread
And as I gaze upon the night sky
All of who I may try
And as I close my tired eyes
With love, to you I shall rise
poem by Pete Rivera
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Wistful eyes
Women,
In all along your life span,
Can you hide your profile
From the eyes of men folk,
Who have no hold on their eyes.
Their eyes are always hungry.
The best way is to ignore being X-rayed..
25.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Oh, my head lay back on the seating
Been so tired, throw away my surrounding
Like the sun and moon take for granted
Soon we move through the flood and we fade away
Lie about it,
Cry about it,
Well be ok
Lean upon me,
Ill lean upon you,
Well be okay
Oh, I lay myself at your feet laughing
Hope mine eye made of the soul choir
Lean upon me,
Ill lean upon you,
Well be okay
Lie about it,
Cry about it,
Soon fade away
Lie about it,
Cry about it,
Well be okay
Lean upon me,
Ill lean upon you,
Well be okay
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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How Can You Refuse Him Now
Writen and sung by hank williams
Chorus:
(e7) how can (a) you refuse him now, how can (e) you refuse him now,
How can you turn away from his (b7) side,
With (e) tears in his eyes, on the (a) cross there he (e) died,
How can you re - (b7) fuse jesus (e) now.
(e) theres a story old, that has (a) often been (e) told,
Of how our savior (b7) died, as they (e) nailed his hands,
He cried they (a) dont under - (e) stand,
As the blood flowed (b7) from his (e) side. (e7)
Repeat chorus
As he hung there on the tree, he prayed for you and me,
There was no one his pain to ease,
Be - fore he died, he faintly cried,
Father for - give them please.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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From ‘The Cross’
Who can blot out the Cross, which th’instrument
Of God, dew’d on me in the Sacrament?
Who can deny me power, and liberty
To stretch mine arms, and mine own Cross to be?
Swim, and at every stroke, thou art thy Cross;
The Mast and yard make one, where seas do toss;
Look down, thou spiest out Crosses in small things;
Look up, thou seest birds rais’d on crossed wings;
All the Globes frame, and spheres, is nothing else
But the Meridians crossing Parallels.
Material Crosses then, good physic bee,
But yet spiritual have chief dignity.
These for extracted chemic medicine serve,
And cure much better, and as well preserve;
Then are you your own physic, or need none,
When Still’d, or purg’d by tribulation.
For when that Cross ungrudg’d, unto you sticks,
Then are you to your self, a Crucifix.
As perchance, Carvers do not faces make,
But that away, which hid them there, do take;
Let Crosses, so, take what hid Christ in thee,
And be his image, or not his, but he.
poem by John Donne
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Breasts are sex feeding
Raspberries or blackberries,
I like them on woman’s chest.
Obtrusive or submissive,
They never escape my eyes.
However buried they are in clothes,
I am able to scan,
How shapely they must be.
No need that my hands reach them.
My eyes are cute to catch them.
04.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman’s pity
As a puppy is put to love the master
When she is brought from her mother,
Even so is the woman from her parents.
As a cow is free to follow the cowherd
When she is let out from the cowshed,
Even so is the housewife from her yard.
As a hen is set to ignore the cock
When she hatched her chicks,
Even so is the mother with her kids.
22.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Feeling matters
In front of women,
Every man wants to be smart
And goes out with a notion
That he had stirred her.
That feeling keeps him smart.
In turn he feels spirited.
03.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Makin Moves
All the boys hangin out down in the parking lot
The night riders giving all they got
While the girls look so good at looking bad
/out strutting/ [Im struggling] dressed in the latest fad
Valentino looks for something new
Escapes for the night and waits his cue
And I love the way they make their move
Yes I love the way theyre makin moves
Kids clothe armour hands like battle dress
Got his act down, some kind of feeling
And tonight theyre gonna make the run
Downtown, call the garrison
From the back roads through the alleys it screams
You gotta get a feeling mean, mean, mean
And I love the way they make their move
Yes I love the way theyre makin moves
[instrumental]
Rockface going nowhere fast
Some gonna make it, some dont even last
Just one night they dont give a damn
Im the star , hides another sham
Theres no silver and theres no gold
Its just that one shot before theyre old
And I love the way they make their move
Yes I love the way they make you move
Ooh I love I just love the way they make their move
Makin moves
song performed by by Ufo
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Sleepless in Portugal
Late night television, a group of middleclass people
discussing art and its funding, they are so very polite
but only listen to their own voices; people, who make
a living writing about poetry which sells better than
writing it; nevertheless they are my only company this
long night, one of the men tries to control the erection
he gets when looking at the nice woman in red dress.
I have turned the sound down no need to hear what
they are say, gentlefolk but I do wish there had been
a scruffy artist there as well, to livening the proceeding
up, but often artistic people are not nice they have
no patience, not really in a group of bright people who
have gone to university, have a degree in something or
other, and work in the talking industry.
Commercial break, I turn the sound back up, a smooth
talking man has a cure all pill, tells us the medical
industry tries to ignore his wonder drug because it will
make it redundant. Artful mendacity there is an absence
of shame; his sidekick, a woman, who wears so much
make-up, feign to interview him. Soon it will be morning,
and the talking and pretence on the TV will be forgotten.
poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
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