Catharses
‘My husband is away;
Father is blind, mother sleeping,
A good time, visit me soon.’
A girl in dance addresses Lord
Srinivasa.
The genre,
Audience enjoys,
The girl enjoys,
The singer enjoys,
And all women do.
No one is pricked.
The addressee is the Lord.
Catharses in sublimation.
05.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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She's true from the start
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A determined girl
One who is enlightened
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Knows to appreciate
A caring girl
Knows to love not to hate
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She won't let you down
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Doesn't like to see you frown
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She will give her last penny
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A good hearted girl
Of the world she cares
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Her soul is exquisitely rare
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Cute of sense
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An eye for art enjoys any form.
A tongue for food relishes any stuff.
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I have maya for mother in law
I have Maya for mother-in-law,
the world for father-in-law;
three brothers-in-law, like tigers;
and the husband’s thoughts
are full of laughing women;
no god, this man,
And I cannot cross the sister-in-law.
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give this wench the slip
and go cuckold my husband with
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The host counts the loss
Woman is a host and man is a guest
In a sexual act, an accomplished act.
She enjoys offering herself to him.
He enjoys himself feeding upon her.
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Of ten parts a man enjoys one only, but a woman enjoys the full ten parts in her heart.
Readers respond to every genre intensely, if it's a genre that appeals to them. Again, who can say why anyone enjoys horror and dark fantasy? If I can't answer the question for myself, I wouldn't dream of trying to answer it for others.
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One loves what is done.
Another enjoys what is done.
And a third likes what is done.
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Have little time for anything else to do!
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Where do you go, girl,
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for even when we've spent a passion's time,
you, all woman and all animal,
and then drift gently into sleep
and I to watch you drift -
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or roam a woman's world?
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do you retreat to
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while I now watch this unknown girl;
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and my horse she doth love me.
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Never she comprehends his intentions, when appreciated
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Brimstone Rock
Listen closely to me now my darlin girl
Theres one whos out to have you
An jus his breath will burn your curls
Dont you fret you neednt bother dont you fret
Here comes the father yet
Whatcha doin up atop my roof
Creepin cross them shingles
You bout scared me half to death girl
Whats your name ruthie lingle
Oye I heard your talkin
That little jesus geek need
A good ass good ass clockin
Oye I seen your mockin
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Hath done forgotten no
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Before once again I scar the soul
Of that girl in my bed
O lord clear my bed for once again i
Scar the soul of that girl in my head
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Women Is Losers
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers.
Well, i know you must have heard it all,
Lord, ev'rywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
I said, if they told you that they want you
Say they come around and wind up your door.
Whoa i say now, if they don't desert you,
They'll leave you and never be here for more!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!
I said i know you must have heard it all,
Lord, everywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
I say they wear a nice shiny armor
Until there is a dragon for to slay.
Now baby,
Course with men beggin' to pay 'em
I'll say they're bound to run away, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!!
I said, i know you must have heard it all
Lord, ev'rywhere
Men almost seem to end up on top, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord,
Well, i know you must have heard it all,
Men always seem to end up on top.
Oh yeah, they'll use you and confuse you
They'll leave you when no one has thought to play.
They might say to watch out after your conduct
Why the hell there ain't another way, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!!
So now i know you must have heard it all,
Ev'rywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Realize before retaliate.
A woman can lend you
Her thought, mind, heart
And sometime her body.
It depends upon the secrecy
That is maintained
And the confidence she enjoys
For the safety of the act.
When from her, any shortfall befalls
Don’t take it as rejection.
Rather pity for her situation.
01.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Sunday Prayer of Thanks
Dear Father in Heaven, today I'm not going to ask anything of you.
I want to praise you Lord and give thanks for all that you do.
As of late Father I've asked you for many blessings and you have granted many of them Father. You helped my daughter find her way and open a wonderful art shop, oh Lord I thank you. You kept my children out of harms way Lord and showed my grandson the error of his ways bringing him back on track Lord, I thank you. You granted my grandson, my daughter and myself a trip to Nova Scotia this year Lord, I thank you Father. You made sure my mother isn't suffering with her leg Father. You saw to it that David Harris came home from the hospital and is recovering nicely, I thank you Father. You took care of some issues for my friends Shelley and her new husband Michael Lord, I thank you.
Father God, I'm sure I've missed some, but you know what they are and that I want to thank you on their behalf.
Father God, thankyou for all the wonderful things you do and most of all Father, thankyou for your precious son 'Jesus'.
poem by Melvina Germain
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