A Sense of Triumph
A triumph on a competitor, a rival
And a foe feeds ego in ascendance.
A win over a woman is a tonic.
She forbidden, then it is liquor.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Having a lover
Having a lover is not having pills
When ill, nor tonic when unwell,
Nor juice for thirst, nor food for hunger.
Having lover is having ginger
For appetite, liquor for lethargy
And a Viagra for man’s function
In his fantasy in bed with his wife
And an opium for woman’s orgasm
In fantasy when in bed with her husband.
By having a lover beside your spouse
You can eat your food you’re weary of.
The stigma of the extra marital is slain
07.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sex in relation
No affinity sustains
Between man and man
And between woman and woman.
It will retain
Between man and woman.
One man is the rival of another.
One woman is the envy of another.
Same sexes are friendly on needs.
Sex is the key.
24.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rivals to all
Dear foe, I am your rival for your fall.
Dear peer, I am your rival to be tall.
Dear brother, I am your rival for parents’ care.
Dear father, I am your rival for my mother’s love.
Dear wife, I am your rival for our kids’ love.
Dear son, I am your rival for my wife’s love.
Each one has some antipathy for all
For sometime, for some moments, at least.
27.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Forbidden
something forbidden
becomes so delicious in the mind
the suspense of deprivation
makes it more desirable
everyday desire takes
upon itself what is forbidden
in the secret room
of the heart
guilt cries but
soon the guilt by extreme need
of the flesh
erases itself like the list
of unwanted friends
everyday what is forbidden is done
until such point
when what is forbidden becomes
a routine
until what is forbidden becomes
the usual familiarity
nothing about what is forbidden
becomes interesting
and then sin does not exist
until the good becomes the forbidden
in the silent room of your heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No one is realistic
No man agrees that his rival
Is fitter than he to his beloved.
No woman agrees that her rival
Is cuter than she to her lover.
No one is realistic, being at stake
07.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Other Woman
Jesse Mae Robinson
The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair
The other woman enchantes her clothes with French perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere
And when her baby comes to call
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cos when she's by his side
It's such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend her life alone
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Be a lady, woman.
Clothed, a woman looks better.
Distant, a woman looks nicer.
Formidable, a woman looks richer.
Forbidden, a woman looks sexier.
A lady befits all.
08.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Other Woman
Jesse mae robinson
The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And shes never seen with pin curls in her hair
The other woman enchantes her clothes with french perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys thats scattered everywhere
And when her baby comes to call
Hell find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cos when shes by his side
Its such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend her life alone
song performed by by Nina Simone
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The Other Woman
(j.m.robinson)
Originally performed by nina simone. jeff often performed it live.
The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And shes never seen with pin curls in her hair
The other woman enchants her clothes with french perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys thats scattered everywhere
And when her baby comes to call
Hell find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cause when shes by his side
Its such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend her life alone
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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The tamed barbarians
A woman with figure
Tempt men who see her.
Tempting feeds her hunger.
All men of vigour,
With their eyes devour her.
Seeing feeds their hunger.
Free entries were blocked.
Self-sexual is universal.
Homosexuals are special.
Thus barbarians have been tamed
18.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Spring
A sometime nostalgia
to do as of old
when the sun
was in ascendance
and my youth
in the first blush
of spring.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Mrs. and Ms
Man steals woman and not the other way.
Man and not woman must have restraints.
He must know which women are forbidden.
Her name should well bear Mrs. or Ms.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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My Rival
The wind was driving in my face
The smell of prickly pear
[my rival - show me my rival]
The milk truck eased into my space
Somebody screamed somewhere
I struck a match against the door
Of anthonys bar and grill
I was the whining stranger
A fool in love
With time to kill
Ive got detectives on his case
They filmed the whole charade
[my rival - show me my rival]
Hes got a scar across his face
He wears a hearing aid
Sure hes a jolly roger
Until he answers for his crime
Yes Ill match him whim for whim now
I still recall when I first held
Your tiny hand in mine
[my rival - show me my rival]
I loved you more than I can tell
But now its stomping time
Sure hes a jolly roger
Until he answers for his crime
Yes Ill match him whim for whim now
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Dearly is lovely.
To woo a woman, forbidden and formidable,
And pine endlessly for her union, though in vain,
Rather than indulging in sex with one, accessible,
Is everlasting superb. She is hence to me ever dear.
Corporal love lasts not;
Forbidden love ends not;
Formidable love rests not.
19.05.99, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tempting feeds
Till forty, one fights to be young
And since then fights to not be old.
Motto is to attract women.
Mating forbidden, tempting feeds.
11.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Want My Rib Back
Now the bible tells the story about Adam's rib.
How the Lord made a woman for companionship.
And the first thing she did ,
Was take a bite of that forbidden fruit.
Well, I guess we'll be paying till the end of time,
At least that's how it is with that woman of mine.
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back.
Now this is wrong and, baby, that ain't right.
And I'm huggin' tryin' to please that woman day and night.
She's never satisfied although I try to do the best that I can.
Somethin's got a change honey, I'm gonna leave.
I won't let evolution gonna make a monkey out of me,
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back.
There's been a hole in wallet and a pain in my side,
Ever since I made that girl my blushing bride.
Her daddy calls her angel,
And her momma calls her three times a night.
Her cousins on the sofa, her sister's got my car,
Her brother's drink my liquor like my house was a bar,
Oh Lord, well, I think I want my rib back.
Now this is wrong and, baby, that ain't right.
And I'm huggin' tryin' to please that woman day and night.
She's never satisfied although I try to do the best that I can.
Somethin's got a change honey, I'm gonna leave.
I won't let evolution gonna make a monkey out of me,
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back.
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back.
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Woman are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly. Women represent the triumph of matter over mind, just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals.
Oscar Wilde in The Picture of Dorian Gray
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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The God’s role
The God feeds those who pray to Him.
The God feeds those who don’t pray to Him.
The God feeds those who ignore Him.
He terminates them all any time too.
19.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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