Be angry
It is a pleasure to emit one’s anger.
It is a pleasure to emit one’s bladder.
Both must have a toilet for the outlet.
Else they will burst and spoil and soil.
27.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A harmless outlet
Tempting is woman’s pleasure.
Reaction to it is man’s pleasure.
To see her is his enjoyment;
To be seen by him is hers.
It is their primary outlet and
Harmless, to drain their libido.
11.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Yeoman service
Woman, be a flower
To emit fragrance.
Woman, be an inflorescence
To display beauty.
Woman, be a honey
To stimulate men
And be not a nutmeg
To betray longing souls.
This is the greatest joy
You can do to mankind.
Woman, grant men access
To have pleasure of your company.
You can do as many
As you can, a yeoman service.
12.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Time After Time
Time after time, time after time
The skies are darkening they grow so dim
Strangers are meeting but it never ends
And one day theyll remember, one day they will know
(time after time)
From far away there comes a warning sound
And no one listens but its all around
And one day theyll remember, one day they will know
Chorus: time after time, no hiding anywhere
Time after time, the visions in the air
Time after time, they come from everywhere
(time after time)
Time after time
Just listen to the sirens of the world
They breathe a whisper waiting for the word
And one day theyll remember, one day they will know
(time after time)
Time after time it is the same old story
Another footstep on the trail of glory
And one day theyll remember, one day they will know
Chorus
The beauty of the earth from way up high
Shines like a jewel on the velvet sky
And one day theyll remember, one day they will know
The skies are darkening they grow so dim
Strangers are meeting but it never ends
And one day theyll remember, one day they will know
Chorus
Emit retfa emit, no hiding anywhere
Emit retfa emit, no visions in the air
They come from everywhere
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Anger not to constipate
Anger in you is like food in your bowl.
You must emit or go out to vomit
To cleanse the bowel; else you’ll constipate.
30.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Degree Of Joy
Emit joy's light
And make things bright
For people around you
And show then fain's view
Where joy and pleasure
Are treated as a treasure
And where well lived life
teaches the art to survive
In both dull and bright
Phases that are right
Where joy and sorrow meet
To make our life complete.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Opposite displeasure
Success gives pleasure.
Conquest gives pleasure.
Revenge gives pleasure.
Hunting gives pleasure.
Coveting gives pleasure.
Mind; every pleasure
Gives equal and opposite
Displeasure to others.
In a way we act as sadists
04.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Spend energy
Energy is released from anger.
Energy is released from compassion too.
Anger destructs; compassion constructs.
Both are momentary. Time is the reliever.
You have to emit energy; do it wisely.
10.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pleasure Is The Bait
Excitement gives pleasure;
Exploration gives pleasure;
Sexual love gives pleasure.
Pleasures are momentary.
Pleasure can peak the happiness
Or cause the valley of sorrow.
Pleasure is the bait one's after
Not minding the after-effects.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Means’ pleasure
I conceived many a time
But failed to deliver a baby.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of having conceived.
I mated with him many a time
But wasn’t impregnated at all.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of having mated.
He courted me for a long time
But it didn’t result in mating.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of being courted.^
I was pursued by many a one
But to no one did I say no.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of being each man’s darling.
Ends can’t rob means’s pleasure.
28.06.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Comforts and respects
An ass gets comforts
Where horses live.
An ass gets respects
Where asses live.
Bruises of senses are pain.
Bruises of ego are anger.
Cowardice lives with pain.
Egoists die with anger.
In anger, is there pleasure?
In pain where is pleasure?
18.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pleasure Is In Emission
To release is a pleasure;
Be it love or anger.
Pleasure lies in emission
Like in ejaculation.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The extreme pleasure
Pleasure of luxuries,
Pleasure of victories
Or pleasure of any other kinds
Cannot stand against
The pleasure of conquest of woman,
For all potential men.
29.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In a Herber Green Asleep Whereas I Lay
In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go;
But when I wak'd it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my heart is surely pight
Of her alone to have a sight,
Which is my joy and heart's delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
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Even when they have nothing, the Irish emit a kind of happiness, a joy.
quote by Fiona Shaw
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Even if fed milk, a snake will still emit poison.
It Was A Pleasure Then
It was a pleasure then
Could you just be here again
To know what there was to see
When all the sunday people
Where so quiet in the dark
Afraid to be better the next day
La la la ...
It was a pleasure then
When we could sit and stare again
Until the stars feel through the cloudy trees
Onto the grass
Stars to smile with us
Until they too had tears in their eyes
Tell us this and tell of how much we must not agree
It was a pleasure then
To see the dieing days again
In the horror of the night
Never, never, never, never, never, lise
Keep it secret
For to hide somewhere at last
As long as we could see
The sky confessed this crime
Of futile tasting hate romance
Above our shattered minds
It was a pleasure, it was a pleasure
La la la ...
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In Youth is Pleasure
IN a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay,
The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day,
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go--
But when I waked it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my hart is surely pyght
Of her alone to have a sight
Which is my joy and hartes delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
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Pleasure's fun. It's great, but you can't keep it going forever; just accept the fact that it's here and it's gone, and maybe then again, it will come back, and you'll get to do it again. Joy lasts forever. Pleasure is purely self-centered. It's all about your pleasure: it's about you. It's a selfish, self-centered emotion, that is created by a self-centered motive of greed. Joy is compassion. Joy is giving yourself to somebody else, or something else. And it's a kind of thing that is, in its subtlety and lowness, much more powerful than pleasure. You gethung up on pleasure; you're doomed. If you pursue joy, you will find everlasting happiness.
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The basement is fear.
Love is fear; so is anger.
Fear to lose that you love
And fear to get that you hate
Manifest as love and anger.
Tears are outlet of anger.
Joys are outlet of love.
The basement is fear.
08.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Basement Is Fear
Love is fear; so is anger.
Fear to lose that you love
And fear to get that you hate
Manifests as love and anger.
Tears are outlet of anger.
Joys are outlet of love.
The basement is fear.
(08.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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