Comfort blinds
A woman observes her chastity
Either turning herself to impotency
Or submitting to the ethic’s dictates.
Others are only outwardly chaste.
From ignorance flows the comfort.
So between the spouses exists rapport.
01.08.99, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ignorance yoke the couple
Civilizations brought in chastity;
Chastity gave birth to prostitution.
Man was sexually emancipated.
The yoke of chastity paid its price.
Male sex workers are in the emergence.
Woman is sexually emancipated.
Ignorance of one’s partner’s indulgence
Yokes together the couple for harmony.
28.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The sanctity of the chastity
Petrol is the most refined crude oil.
Chastity is the sanctified woman’s lust.
Both are highly inflammable products.
They both entail a constant vigilance
Against catching fire from the heat outside.
They spend themselves through evaporation
And through monotony mechanism.
Chastity exists under surveillance
And as such it must have no sanctity.
05.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Much ado
The one who indulges in fornication
Indoor
Is still a chaste woman outdoor.
The one who indulges in courtship
outdoor
is branded unchaste to one and all.
Much ado about nothing;
Little ado about hidden things.
20.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The harmless recreation
However chaste a woman
Is in heart of heart,
She longs for attention of men,
Admiration from chosen ones
And infatuation with desired one
When chances are at hand.
No harm, for, beyond that,
The qualm will have its roll..
Journey is mattered,
Not the destination.
13.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Is life beautiful?
An intellectual woman, I admire.
A pleasant woman, I befriend.
An exciting woman, I desire.
A sincere woman, I love.
A liberal woman I try for.
How is life beautiful?
17.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chastity is evergreen
Man gave birth to chastity;
Woman brought it up.
Mother clung to it
And saw her daughter cling
Chastity lives as long as mothers live
10.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ubiquitous
Being one who observes is a benefit.
Life is to be experienced and adventured,
To gain insight.
Many express no wish to stretch.
Finding a comfort in a daily sameness.
A routine that flows in a rotation.
And this for them is the best.
Being everywhere is also ridiculous.
Is it?
Is the mind 'that' tremendous?
Is it possible to comprehend,
From ubiquitous activities that see no end?
Those who achieve knowledge and wisdom,
From travels they mention...
Seem to be aware of everything.
And this is what experiencing means and brings.
At least lives and possibilities are being explored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things Just Keep A Turning Round
Oll' man, little dog,
lots of books and a steel guitar,
the blues stashed in a bar,
just returned from war.
Comfort from music,
the past is today,
children out singing to play.
They went on for school,
won't be no ones fool.
Tuning for the right notes,
bringing in Obama's votes.
grey hair almost looks like a feather,
we still hope that things will be better.
While Things just keep a turning round.
The sun is whitely gleaming
on large cotton-bales like houses
and we just keep on dreaming;
of a future much better, for spouses.
But Things just keep a turning round.
'Home sweet home America, falling in love with Jesus! '
poem by Madrason writer
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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!
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Artemis and Aphrodite
Women of Victoria Era
Had more of Artemis, the Goddess of chastity
Than of Aphrodite, the Goddess of love and fertility.
Men of Victoria Era
Must, therefore, have been blessed in that
They were, unlike us, worriless
Of their spouses’ fidelity towards them.
10.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chastity, a myth
A prey of the pursuit
Or a pawn of the assault
Though one may fall,
The one is not unchaste.
A victim of the molestation
Or a ruin of the rape
Though one is made,
The one is not unchaste.
A model, a nude
Or love embrace on stage,
Though one may do,
The one is not unchaste.
Enough to be a coquette,
No need of adultery,
One practices infidelity.
Tumbles down the chastity.
Never in nakedness,
Never in sexy touch,
But only secret relation,
Chastity is tarnished.
Seduction of mind,
Followed or not by
Seduction of body
Tells upon ones chastity.
Whoever lived
That has lived not
Without the seduction of mind?
Then where is the chastity?
Chastity is a myth
Without a pith.
09.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Is man superior?
Man lives by eyes.
Woman lives by ears.
He thrives by sacrifice.
She lives with her wiles.
Man is left over
As woman takes over.
Entirety is woman.
Appendage is man.
Outwardly
Man is superior!
03.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Just Like Yesterday
Seems just like yesterday
The cry of a woman,
A beautiful African woman
Was heard, bound by labour,
Of fulfilling the countinuity of life.
Seems like yesterday
A child squealed his first cry
Submitting to the suffering of the world
To acknowlwedge the strength of the mother
Seems just like yesterday
She felt like a woman
As she heard the cry of her baby
Cudding him at her breasts
And acknowledging the beauty of nature
Seems just like yesterday
I, myself was born by a woman
Breast fed by a woman
And, I acknowledge the beauty
Of a Woman and nature and God.
poem by Uchenna Nnodum
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Without change our God exists
Without change our God exists,
through aeons the same,
to our fathers a comfort and help
and with us still his love remains
and though time passes quickly as a dream
while the generations of men and nations
come and go, wilting as flowers after spring
the hearts, minds and works of everyone He does know.
Without change our God exists,
through aeons the same,
to our fathers a comfort and help
and with us still his love remains.
poem by Gert Strydom
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We may eventually come to realize that chastity is no more a virtue than malnutrition.
quote by Alex Comfort
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Turning Japanese
Ive got your picture
Of me and you
You wrote, I love you.
I love you, too
I sit there staring when theres nothing else to do
Oh, its in color
Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel
And soft as clouds
I often kiss you when theres no one else around
Ive got your picture, got your picture
Id like a million of em over myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
Youve got me turning up, Im turning down, Im turning in, and Im turning round
Im turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Ive got your picture, Ive got your picture
Id like a million of them over myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
Youve got me turning up, Im turning down, Im turning in, and Im turning round
Im turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder its dark
Everyone around me is a total stranger
Everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger
Everyone
Thats why Im turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
(think so, think so, think so)
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
(think so, think so, think so...)
song performed by by Liz Phair
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And always you will find...
And always you will find a woman's hand,
Which, being fresh and light,
With pity and with love,
You, as a brother, will alleviate.
And always you will find a woman's shoulder,
In which you can breathe in a passion
And lean to it with a dissipated head,
Entrusting your mutinous dream by that.
And alway you will find the woman's eyes,
Which, by the damping of your inner pain,
Or may be not entire, but the part,
Can see your suffering that day.
But there exists one woman's hand,
Which is especially sweet,
When touching your exhausted forehead,
It's like the eternity and destiny.
But there exists one woman's shoulder,
Which's given once by the unknown purpose
Not only for night, but, surely, for all time -
You realized that long ago.
But there exist one woman's eyes,
Which look at you with the lasting sadness,
And they are till the end of life -
The eyes of your Love and your Conscience.
poem by Evgeny Evtushenko, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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The Evil And The Devil
I deserted my wife as I suspected her.
I courted a woman, a known harlot.
Chastity helps woman to cling to a man,
But not to stop him from falling for someone.
01.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Women
This world is, because of the woman
this universe is, because of the woman
nothing exists without the woman
our existence is, because of the woman.
Why being a woman then
should be humiliation?
Why a woman then
should face indignation?
always the woman becomes the prey...?
always the woman has no say.....?
The woman is a mother, also a mother–in-law
the woman is a sister, also a sister-in-law
the woman has many roles to play
a daughter-in-law perfects that night & day.
Why then a woman does
torture another woman?
Why does a ma-in-law
torches a daughter in-law?
Why does a woman destroy another’s world?
Why does jealousy overcomes a sister-in-law?
In the woman, power is manifest,
yet she is unaware and that is a jest.
she becomes Durga when in rage
telling everyone, she is no sage
the woman is where, awakening is there
her absence creates crematoriums everywhere.
Why do then a woman abhor the birth of a female?
Wants a child, whose gender is male?
the male is indebted to her for the courage and life
yet no rewards for the woman, her entire life.
This is the story of the woman, full of anguish
Plight of a woman is because of another’s wish
Exploitation of the woman could not have taken place
Had a woman given the other a little more space.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Chromosomes
There seems to be
Such an immaturity
When sexuality becomes a topic.
Being a lesbian or homosexual
Ignites an exciting conversation...
Of those who accept or oppose.
And the nonsense about this...
Everyone has both male and female,
Chromosomes!
Chromos aren't we all?
Being battered by a childish stuntedness.
Some do their best to give 'straightness'
Their 'testless' appearance.
Showing their frustrations...
Going through dating contests.
It's all quite funny,
To even think sex is sold for money.
And the importance that it is given...
When who cares who gives away what to whom?
If that wasn't done no one would be here!
Especially those who go through the motions...
Denying their 'chromos' are in the atmosphere.
And believe they qualify to give their opinion,
About who 'is' and who 'isn't.
When they have not committed to anyone,
Who wishes to have them around!
It's unbelievable this ignorance still exists!
They have no spouses.
Never been married...legally.
No significant other who would bother.
And there to say who is straight or gay!
Hoping an aging process slows...
As to allow their curiousities to manifest a taste!
In some darkened place!
But still they wont admit to being 'chromos'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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