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Dark has a pinhole.

‘No one can see; I am in dark’
A torchlight thinks.
‘No one can sense; I am in dark’
A scandal estimates.
10.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dark in the midst?

Dark patch on elbow,
Dark circle around teats,
Dark pit of navel
Dark cave of arm pit
And dark bush down
Of a blond outshine.
Being dark, they stir.
24.11.2001, Pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whistling In The Dark

A woman came up to me and said
Id like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And these are the words that it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
A man came up to me and said
Id like to change your mind
By hitting it with a rock, he said,
Though I am not unkind.
We laughed at his little joke
And then I happily walked away
And hit my head on the wall of the jail
Where the two of us live today.
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
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Whistling in the dark
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song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A scandal is made by two

In every theft the plunderer is taken to task.
In sexual theft, the plundered is taken to task.
In a scandal, it is the woman who is done with
Albeit it cannot be with out the man’s foray.
30.03.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Detachment

What is detachment? I am in dark to know.
She gets my flavour; She returns no favour.
She loves my presence and forgets my absence.
She gets my heat and emits not hers.

From her I understood about detachment.
27.04.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Black can be hidden by white

You have no regret that you are bulky
If you learn to walk with grace
As does an elephant with its thighs.

You have no regret that you are flat on chest
If you learn to dart like a rabbit,
Which charms by its move, chest unseen.

You have no regret that you are dark
If you chat in singing voice
Of a Koel, whose dark drops to us.

You have no regret that you are dull
If you are useful to your master
Like an ass, who toils are limitless..

If the portrait is good,
the frame from sight is shed.
26.1.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dark Dark Girl

Dark girl so filled with strife
Dark Dark girl she'll take your life
Dark girl stay for a while
Dark Dark girl she makes me smile
Dark girl she shows no fear
Dark Dark girl is always near
Dark girl wont see her cry
Dark Dark girl just wants to die

But Dark girl lives in the dark
so you dont see her painfull mark

Dark Dark girl may never know
just how much the light can show

poem by Kyle Potter
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You, the Dark

Dark, She is the mind of yours.
Icy chill of thought becomes
A steely shimmer.
Behold a glimmer in the black -
A flash of grey, that even glows
In show against the hallowed dark of you.

And that is why you scream in jarring tones
'I have no heart for joy!
My white and brittle bones have died'
You cried in dark and fractured moans.

So now the Queen of Black you writhe,
Whence from dark of shade
That honed an evil form afar;
In curse of me you bade:

'I, the wave shall rape the shore!
Violence will there be in glares I'll throw
At all who prey, and more:
A dark and fetid sea I'll bleed.'

And now, the bitter tinge
And bleak of waste
That eyed the death of once your soul
Will here forever be!

Indeed you tell:
'The cramping pain is here!
Eternal spasm, infinite chasm,
The Devil's chaplain plays!
We'll climax in a tortured glee
As all my love decays.'

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Dark Night

Dark dark night storm over me
Dark night is a holy blur
Dark dark night stop taunting me
Dark night and I think of her
Dark dark night I'm so lonely
Dark night why leave in me such a mess
Dark dark night I feel so much
Dark night filled with nothingness
Dark dark night please please
Bring the light

poem by Ary Bolanos
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Smoke without fire

Any woman of repute,
however it might happen
that she was close with a man
of her choice or liking,
will not throw away her
fame, name and virtue,
more over her self esteem,
and have her husband cuckolded,
to commit the crime
to get the stigma of shame
and stand ever scathed.
But the world refuses to believe.
The scandal spreads like fire.
A smoke without fire.
19.03.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dark and Light

Here where I live it is dark.
Abide within and it is dark.
Sinister beings dwell in the dark.
Seeing is not possible in the dark.
They are Dark.

Cavort about in the dark.
Come and surround in the dark.
Laugh and howl in the dark.
See them not, hear them yet, here in the dark.
They are Dark.

Not always do I live in the dark.
Comes a time without the dark.
Sinister beings exists in the dark.
Cannot survive without the dark.
They are Dark

When it is not dark,
And it is not always dark.
Beings of warmth pierce the dark.
Crack and splinter the dark.
They are Light.

Then sometimes I live in the light
Warm and safe in the light
Want to stay in the light.
Surrounded by life and love in the light.
They are Light

Sometimes light, sometimes dark.
In one world, than in the other.
In one, fear; love in the other.
Back and Forth, Light and Dark
I am Dark! I am Light!

poem by Jeff Manion
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2001

Well I've been looking
Looking for an answer
Somebody promised me one
And I've been waiting
Waiting for the chance
Well somebody said it would come
Wake me up when we hit 2001

I've been talking
Talking to the maker
Of the compromise
They said she's fine
Call the undertaker
You shouldn't look surprised
Wake me up when we hit 2001

It's barely alive with a story at five
So turn your video on
We live in these years dark age of fear
Meet me in 2001

I saw my sister
Saw the ones who twist her
A social suicide
If looks could kill
Each and every cheap thrill
Could be a homicide
Wake me up when we hit 2001
It's barely alive with a story at five
So turn your video on
We live in these years dark age of fear
Meet me in 2001

I've been searching
Searching for a reason
To either fight or die
Either way patriot or treason
It's gonna be one long hard ride
Wake me up when we hit 2001

song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Mere sex has no gratification.

Maybe Viagra, a drug of Sildenafil Citrate,
Is a boon for erectile insufficiency
And a man’s inferiority complex.
You can have it and in an hour, a jet upon bed.
Can it make one’s psychosexual insufficiency?
With it a sense of life is there;
Without it no sense of life
27.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Infidelity not to cripple loyalty

Bill Clinton, the 42nd American President,
Had all the love for his wife Hillary Clinton.
He had his time with M/S Monica Lewinsky,
A White House intern, which broke into a scandal.
Unperturbed was his wife, Hillary Clinton.
She knows what loyalty is, what infidelity is.
A sensible woman, a lesson to other women.
20.01.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Footsteps In The Dark - Pts 1 & 2

Are we really sure,
That a love that lasted for so long,
Still endures?
Do I, really care?
Hey hey,
Let's talk about the distractions going on elsewhere
I, keep hearing footsteps baby
in the dark, oh in the dark
Why? I keep hearing footsteps baby
In the dark
Oh in the dark, hoo
My mind,
just now and then,
Looking down dark corridors and wonders what might have been
Something's up ahead,
Hey, should I keep this same direction,
Or go back instead?
I, keep hearing footsteps baby
in the dark, oh in the dark
Why? I keep hearing footsteps baby
In the dark
Oh in the dark, hoo
Honey lets stop walking around
When there's love lost to be found
Aah, you Know I still care, I still care
What's the sense in going elsewhere?
Who feels, really sure?
Can I really guarantee your happiness shall endure?
Do we, really care?
Hey hey,
Let's look at what's been happining and try to be more aware
I, keep hearing footsteps baby
in the dark, oh in the dark
Why? I keep hearing footsteps baby
In the dark
Oh in the dark, hoo
Lets stop walking around
Well when there's love, lost to be found
Oh baby, you Know, I still care, I still care
What's the sense in going elsewhere?
Lets stop walking around
Well when there's love, lost to be found
Oh baby, you Know, I still care, I still care
What's the sense in going elsewhere?

song performed by by Isley Brothers
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The forbidden needn’t be abnormal.

In a zoo at Agartala, I myself witnessed
a scene, where an old monkey, perching
on a bar, away, engrossed himself
in masturbation. With no sixth sense,
can animals err? Is then that act natural?
That, too, in spite of free sex?
20.04.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dark Dark Moon......

Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, don't show me your face...!

Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, no my eyes won't turn...!

Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, please don't talk to me...!

Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, please please don't go away....!

poem by Rowving Smith
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Smile

Smile: It is an expression of love that seeks a rapport with a loved one;

A dawn of mercy that, after coaxing and pleading, emerges from the beloved;

A sunshine that rips the gloominess of the loving one, a melody to a desperate soul;

A radiating hope, to the one wandering in dark, from the woman of one’s pursuit;

A spontaneous one, an involuntary one, more a reflection of one’s inner heart.
05.01.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dark Suffering

The dark is my friend
the dark is my home.
For the dark dosent hurt me
as some people can
The dark is my comfert
the dark is where i hide
the dark is my heart
for this is how its come
the dark was coused by them
the ones who hurt me
for this is what i see the dark and suffering.

poem by Grace DeVon miller
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Blindly busy.

You see but look not.
You hear but listen not.
You smell but sense not.
You taste but relish not.
You touch but feel not.
All in hurry-scurry,
You are blindly busy.
Be lazy to enjoy
04.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Guy In The Dark

The guy In The Dark
Has a Dark face without a name
And a Dark smile to hide the pain
The guy In the Dark
Doesn't know how much longer he can keep trying
Everyday he's slowly dying
The guy in the Dark
Sits all alone
But wants a place to truly call home
The guy in the Dark
Wants nothing more than to be free
….I know this because
……..that guy is me

poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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