As part of an exercise
A woman has an itch for chats with men
As a part of release of her libido.
To avoid the curious eyes of the society,
She chats with men so low or so aged.
12.11.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dr.Rosin
shoves my belly
gently
a stethoscope
harmlessly
a invisible golf club
in his hands
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
baked fish
carrots and peas
apple juice
boiled chicken
feeds me up
regularly
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
sends me a nurse
in midnight
to take my blood
in hindsight
to take my flood
like a vampire
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
chats with nurses
a cup in a hand
sipps on the cup
chats with nurses
chats with nurses
patts my arm
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
poem by Istrat Gato
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Mumbled and Babbled Chats
Mumbled and babbled chats,
Is not where my head is at...
Most times.
I admit I can scatter back,
Thoughts lacking of fact or tact.
And benign.
They are innocent and clean.
I prefer to be laid back.
Unattached and much relaxed,
Is my mind!
'Cause,
I choose to be lost of meaning.
Daydreaming.
Without scheming in the sack.
That's a fact!
Oh those mumbled and babbled chats,
Is not where my head is at...
Most times.
I admit I can scatter back,
Thoughts lacking of fact or tact...
And benign,
Most times.
'Cause,
I choose to be lost of meaning.
Daydreaming.
Without scheming in the sack.
That's a fact!
Oooh...
Mumbled and babbled chats,
Take them back!
That's not where my head is at,
That's a fact.
Those mumbled and babbled chats,
Take them back!
That's not where my head is at,
That's a fact.
'Cause I'm caught up in daydreaming,
Without scheming for a meaning...
And relaxed!
That's a fact.
Oh, oh...
Those mumbled and babbled chats,
Take them back!
Those mumbled and babbled chats,
Take them back!
Those mumbled and babbled chats,
Take them back!
Those mumbled and babbled chats.
'Cause I'm caught up in daydreaming,
Without scheming for a meaning...
And relaxed!
That's a fact.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jealousy gender specific
Man wants to be a woman puller;
Else, he becomes a womanizer.
Yet he abhors other men for this.
Woman wants to be a temptress;
Else, she becomes liberal in chats.
Yet she abhors other women for this.
Jealousy breeds in the same gender.
31.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Itch, Itch, Itch
should it not annoy me
what comes from single addition sound
itch, itch, itch
scratching my finger point
my heart is like free market
my brain is like full garbage
itch, itch, itch
there's worm army in my back
I get itch in my leg
itch, itch, itch
it's an itch in my mouth
I have sharpen my nail
I want to jump and scream
can I come to scratch you into pieces
the hands that touch me impolitely
the blunt mind that speaks empty
itch, itch, itch
you are just itch for me
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Release From Locked Up Cages Aged
Release from locked up cages,
Aged.
Release from locked up cages,
Aged.
Release from locked up cages...
Aged.
Release from locked up cages.
Come everyone...
Release from locked up cages.
Come under the Sun...
Release from locked up cages.
Come feel the breezes.
With fresh air to keep!
And make it yours,
In your mind.
Get more than you need.
And...
Release from locked up cages.
Shake off the rust.
Release from locked up cages.
What's there to lust?
Or trust.
Worthy of your cussing.
Come everyone...
Release from locked up cages.
Come under the Sun...
Release from locked up cages.
Come feel the breezes.
With fresh air to keep!
And make it yours,
In your mind.
Get more than you need.
And...
Release from locked up cages,
Aged.
Release from locked up cages,
Aged.
Release from locked up cages...
Aged.
Release!
Be freed,
From locked up cages aged.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Erased
My trust in you has rusted,
Cracked and crusted.
My faith?
That remains strong.
That has helped me carry on.
My thoughts of you...
With an 'us' I knew?
I am doing the best to forget,
That you and I even met.
We did our best.
And perhaps,
Could have done better...
To avoid any regrets.
But I have recovered,
To find a peace of mind.
Whatever we had...
I have long put to rest.
It is in a past I have left behind.
And the happiness I have?
That I hope you can detect?
See it and know none of it is yours...
To touch any part of it to get.
Not to waste time...
Sitting in chats to reminisce.
This joy I feel is very real to me.
And 'you' have been replaced,
Without a single trace!
Erased from my Christmas list.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Miss/Mrs. so and so
It is man who falls in love with woman.
He must know who the eligible spinster is.
It is right on the part of the society
That woman must bear Miss or Mrs.
05.02.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nothing is as irritating as the fellow who chats pleasantly while he's overcharging you.
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Doing The Itch
There was a skunk whose name was Itch—
Itch had a rash that started at a fever pitch.
But the itch was only the beginning of it—
Itch started to get alot of zits…
So Itch decided he didn't know his face—
so he put on a Skunk mask that had more grace.
But Razel puppet liked him for he could tell a lie
she knew she could use him like banana cream pie.
Pie in the sense that the could change forms—
be "Deceptive" which was in Razel's norm.
So "Doing The Itch" was born.
So if you have half a brain—
you will figure out Itch's deceptive games.
Don't worry Itch will make you all the blame.
"Just remember Itch, says Razel-
humans can really play you-
not to worry you are cold and blue! ! "
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 11,2012
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Butterfly in class
chats & flits around her head
reading her haiku.
haiku by Dónall Dempsey
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Love Is An Affair
A love affair consists of three phases.
Attraction, obsession and attachment
Are they; the order irrevocable,
The same couple cannot enact it again.
A man and a woman fall in love;
Both long for seeing and reaching.
They join and settle with a bond.
Thus passes an erotic cycle.
In the phase of attraction, which is short,
One will find oneself drawn by another
And one finds interested in another.
This is from impetus of libido.
It is man’s lust and woman’s passion.
Visual interest in woman prods his lust.
His pursuit, intellect, wealth or power
Or other attributes kindle her passion.
In the phase of obsession, a long one
With high voltage, the pair is intense
In love, longing for seeing each other,
With the release of Dopamine and adrenaline.
Love and attachment is the third phase,
Where the couple settles for warm bonding,
Induced by the release of oxytocin
In the course of orgasm and child bearing.
Man is a half and woman is a half
And they have an itch to become a whole.
It is well in line with the Nature’s plan
Of progress and procreation of life.
All the flowers do not fertilize.
All the fruits do not germinate.
Falling in love may not lead to courtship.
Courtship may not lead to conjugation.
Consequent to the invention of marriage,
Man and woman go through a lone cycle,
Since when they remain together locked
By children, identity and dependence.
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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Winds.! .visit not for pet chats!
Winds.!
visit not for pet chats
with leaves-
In leaf class rooms
dew children are now
in intense meditation.!
Hm..disturb not-
No whispers too..!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Doing And Watching
In dancing a woman spends her libido.
In watching her, a man builds his libido.
A dancer is not as susceptible
As a viewer is to sexual desire.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Major expenses
A spendthrift will have
Little money to buy jewels.
A womanizer will have
Little libido to go with harlots.
A sublimating woman will have
Little libido to commit adultery.
30.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Practice
i bought a CD with real sounds
of birds, insects, reptiles and animals
keeping close to every pause and unique
intonation they make so that i can practise
turning each of their songs/chats into poetry
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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An orphan death
When one died as very old,
Sons and daughters get relieved,
Their children gather for chit chats
And their kids for a play together>
The sisters and brother, if alive,
Are invalid somewhere, to attend.
A festival like funeral, it will turn.
03.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman is better content.
For a woman,
Coitus is not ultimate.
Foreplay will do.
If not, kisses and touches,
If not, subtle amorous words,
If not, alluding words,
If not, mere admiration
And if not visual contacts,
Will do to release her libido.
Hardly does she slip to adultery.
14.03.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Libido is meant to release.
A woman in thought gives you arousal.
You become sensational.
By kiss, embrace, erection, insertion
And emission, libido is released.
By fantasy in masturbation too,
The libido is released.
By monosexual, adultery is tamed.
18.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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