A Worthwhile Wife
He is no longer in love with his wife.
She is cute and smart in appearance.
She is good and high in profession.
She gives him a pride to which he clings.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I love the pride.
It is my pride to own a dog,
A dog of good breed or rare breed.
It is my pride to own a wife,
A woman of good clan or cute face.
I love the pride that they give me.
They think it is they whom I love.
25.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Can't Explain
I can't explain myself,
I was inlove with C,
Because he was cute,
but now i like B,
he is smart, cute and funny^^
i have dreams of B's friend R,
R is nice to me and he is smart!
And C doesn't even talk to me!
last year he was my bestfreind^^
i am so counfuse!
Who should I pick?
poem by Fire Angel
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To Possess Is Not Love
Though not curious,
One still clings to one’s wife
Lest other men should try.
Though no longer tasty,
One still feeds on her
Lest she should stray.
To possess is not to love.
(14.03.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Hold A Beauty
I desire to hear
How best the things are
That I wear or keep.
That is why I spend.
I will resent hearing
How cute my wife is.
Then why get a cute wife?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Special Dog
a great guard
a cute baby
a bushy tail
and hairs around his whole body
he is thin
but really smart
cannot think of such a dog
who likes water but never wants to bath
he runs after a housefly
he is crazy for food
he wants to obey orders or not
it depends on his mod
never seen a dog
crazy to see
people around him
like he is really happy
he never obeys us
if we tell him to sit
but it can be done
if we give him a cookie
my true friend
different from all
cute smart and best
as he is a special dog
poem by Himanshi Yadav
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How High is Your Pride?
How high is your pride?
To sacrifice for your love
How high is your pride?
To make someone see you
How high is your pride?
To pursue someone do something
How high is your pride?
To achieve your own goal
Will you throw everything
And take any risk
Will you erase your shame
And do any silly task
Will you give something precious
And leave you weak
Will you break any rule
And turn everybody into enemy
Will you regret it later?
Because your love is gone
Will you regret it later?
Because happiness only a moment
Will you regret it later?
Because it doesn’t make any different
Will you regret it later?
Because your victory wine tastes bitter
How high is your pride, my dear?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Pride
Pride, a lot of good it does alone at night,
Pride, it doesnt matter now whose wrong or right,
I, I hold my head up high for all to see,
Im, Im not fooling anyone but me.
What good does it do to hide,
The hurting that Im feeling?
Since your no longer sleeping by my side,
It may be too late to show,
But just in case your wondering, I need you so!
Pride, a lot of good it does alone at night,
Pride, it doesnt matter now whose wrong or right,
I, I hold my head up high for all to see,
Im, Im not fooling anyone but me.
What good does it do to hide,
The hurting that Im feeling?
Since your no longer sleeping by my side,
It may be too late to show,
But just in case your wondering, I need you so!
Pride, Id like to have my way -? ,
Pride, ? one to hold,
So, Im asking you in all humility,
Would, would you please come back to me?
What good does it do to hide,
The hurting that Im feeling?
Since your no longer sleeping by my side,
It may be too late to show,
But just in case your wondering, I need you so!
Pride, a lot of good it does alone at night,
Pride, it doesnt matter now whose wrong or right,
I, I hold my head up high for all to see,
Im, Im not fooling anyone but me
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Sleepless nights
A cute wife- it tickles your pride.
It gives you some sleepless nights too.
05.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Opting Out
I'm facing you now, I have no more fear
Of you trying to rule my life,
You' ve treated me ill, and now it's quite clear,
I consider, I'm no longer your wife.
You think you own me, I know that for sure,
I assure you, you never will,
You no longer possess the power to lure
Me, with what you call your superior skill.
I hate you now, and I'm not in your debt,
So stand back and just move aside,
I'm leaving right now, without one regret,
But with my head held high with pride.
You've got a really nasty mind,
That you've cruelly used so well,
I'm wishing that someday soon you will find,
That 'purgatory' is where you dwell!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Because I Got High (Radio Edit)
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high
I wasnt gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic
- because I got high
because I got high
because I got high
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo p***y too but then I got high
now I'm j***ing off and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high
I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
and if I dont sell one copy I know why
- cause I'm high
cause I'm high
cause I'm high
song performed by by Afroman from The Good Times
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Georgia Peaches
(ronnie vanzant -- steve gaines)
Well, you can see her walkin down on peachtree street
She got high-heeled shoes and a dot on her cheek
Shes lookin good, shes headed downtown
Aint got no money, honey
She knows her way around
I think shes cute, think shes cute as she can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Well these georgia peaches
Son they know their way around
They can take your money, son before you get sight of town
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
Nine out of ten of them gonna sell you a dime
I think theyre cute, think theyre cute as they can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Well, peaches, peaches
Love them georgia peaches
Well, peaches, peaches
Love them georgia peaches
Well them georgia peaches
Sure do got the style
Theyll steal your heart with a southern smile
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
The older they get, I swear its like good wine
I think theyre cute, think theyre cute as they can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
I just seem to fall in love with the wrong things
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Money cannot buy hearts
A good bed bought at a high cost
Cannot ensure you a sound sleep.
A cute bride brought for a high wealth
Cannot assure you her full love.
09.04.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Smart women
A beauty is good for a fling.
A mere beauty is inadequate
To be a wife, who must be smart.
Smart women only make men happy.
11.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Curiosity Killed The Bachelor
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
the same is my approached to you, for now I’m like a kid on crack:
Twitching, and restless when you’re not with me, on a high when you are.
Like a caveman knocking on a stone, I knock on your door, now, I have fire.
Crimson and beautiful - love deeper than that which is raw.
Unadulterated and immense, exactly what my soul searched for.
Searched for days, months, years, but came up with lack,
Beaten and broken by relationships’ whips, now pride rests on my back.
Pride in love, pride in hope, pride in life; and it is with pride that I ask 'Will you be my wife'? Curiosity brought me this far, love would complete the task!
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
poem by Leslie Alexis
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My Son, My Precious One
I had heard of the feelings of a mother for her son
But I never knew what it meant
Until my son, my precious one
As a gift from my God was sent
He was fat and cute, dark hair on his head
The first time they brought him to me
I felt such pride my heart nearly burst
For this was my son, Wesley
So much sheer pleasure he has given to me
This sweet little boy of mine
Time passes so fast and yet, seems so short
From birth the years past are nine
With hair now red and freckles a few
A dimple in his cute little chin
He can melt my heart, fade my temper away
When he gives me his cute little grin
Most times to me he is so sweet
And so rarely temper is seen
When mischief rises ever so high
In those beautiful eyes so green
He is my baby and always will be
And proudly his father’s son
So much love we give to him
Our son, our precious one
I thank God each day for giving to us
This one hundred percent little boy
Into our lives he brings so much
Our son, our most precious one.
poem by Sally Campbell
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Keeping His First Wife Now
IT’S OH! for a rivet in marriage bonds,
And a splice in the knot untied—
The sanctity of the marriage tie
Is growing more sanctified!
They’re getting mixed up in society,
There’s an awful family row,
For Reginald Jones of “The Fernery”
Is “keeping” his first wife now!
Oh! she belonged to the smart, smart set
(Where reasons are far to seek)—
And the wedding and “crush” are remembered yet
As the “smart” things of the week.
Never an atom of love had she,
But they had a child somehow—
And Reginald Jones of “The Fernery”
Has the love of his first wife now.
Mad for “notice” and “talk” was she—
A butterfly blind as a bat—
She would flaunt for a season a divorcee,
Or divorce him, failing that.
He played his part and she held his heart
As light as her marriage vow—
But Reginald Jones of “The Fernery”
Has a hold on his first wife now.
She swore in Court what the world knew false,
With never a thought of shame—
She was free to flaunt to her heart’s content,
But she found it mighty tame:
The talk of the “town” for a week or two—
The gush, the smirk and the bow—
But Reginald Jones of “The Fernery”
Is the God of his first wife now!
Her soul grew sick of the smart, smart set,
Or her conscience drove her wild—
Or she craved for “notice” and “talk” once more—
Or perhaps because of the child;
But they met at last and they met again—
No matter the where or how—
And Reginald Jones of “The Fernery”
Is in love with his first wife now.
’Tis a “terrible life” for the second young wife,
But she married him too for “place”;
And she mustn’t forget that a smarting set
Belongs to the human race.
They say it’s fixed up in camera,
And, if that is the case, I’ll vow,
That Reginald Jones of “The Fernery”
Will marry his first wife now.
And there is a song of the English world
And a song for the English race:
The second husband and second wife
Must ever take second place.
So cherish the best that you find in the first,
And a margin of width allow:
The future looks after itself too well!
Look after the first ones now.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Army Wife
Sleepless nights
Hard long days
Not knowing if he has lived through another day
Not hearing his voice
Not feeling his touch
A simple wish doesn't bring him home
A simple question is all you have to hold
Is he still alive?
Watching the news
Scared and praying
That his name isn't the one you hear
Can't stop crying
Feels like you're dying
Word comes of his survival
Hope is there
Faith is there
Your love has gotten him through the darkest of days
A silent rank is all I have
He has the real pride
Filled with no fear
Just pride
Pride for his country
Pride for his wife is still there
An army wife is what I am
And an army wife is what I will always be.
poem by Kristin Van Horn
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Mister king of the ice
Your love is cold,
like the ice in Antarctica,
good luck,
mister king of the ice.
I see your face so bold,
like the stop sign.
S T O P,
i think i shall go.
You think your so smart,
You are as smart as pride takes you,
and that was me,
being nice.
You have so many witty comments,
Your like one of those talk shows,
where they have a CLAP and LAUGH,
sign that must be held up but you don't know.
You use big words,
(out of context) ,
your face is so handsome,
(in a certain light)
your smile is so perfect,
(your teeth are stained with coffee)
Good luck mister king of the ice.
poem by Sandra jacks
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991. Give Me The Pride Of Being Your Child.
You bestow
Some people with pride of having best parents.
Some with pride of inheriting immense wealth.
Some with pride of being born in high caste.
Some with pride of possessing an extraordinary talent.
Some with pride of controlling a great mass.
.....
For me, You denied all these.
I too don’t regret.
In fact, I thank You
For not having added all these
To my already taxing ego.
But, don’t deny Your uplifting love.
Give me only one pride.
The pride of being Your child!
poem by Raman Savithiri
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Sex And The Medical Profession
Sex and the Medical Profession
I’m sitting in my car waiting for my wife who is at mass
I find it impossible to believe in any religion, but I say
nothing it is important for my wife to believe in a merciful
god. Paris, and agony, my wife prayed but did call
an ambulance. Battling doctors, how young they are, I felt
like a low paid, reluctant actor in a hospital drama, one
who has to play the nurse when he really wanted to be
the famous heart transplant surgeon.
The doc asked if I smoked. No! She looked sullen since
I didn’t, it is so easy to blame the fag. I said I had smoked
15 years ago, she looked relieved and told me to keep up
the good, work: she removed the catheter a lovely pee
Is better than sex, if temporarily, now I feel like making
love, my wife tells I’m deluded, I say nothing but bid my
time, keep a blanket in my car in case I should meet
someone who is equally barmy.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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