Each is a head
A dull woman too is the centre
of attraction on her bridal day.
An idiotic man too gains status
in the role of husband and father.
Any woman is the queen as mother.
Any host is a king to the guests.
Every cat has a day.
Every beast is a head.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The blossom only once
A woman gets her peak
when she is explored with fervour,
as if she was under a beast.
A man gets his peak
when he explores her with ardour,
as if she was a goat to a wolf..
We have mortgaged our peak
to the monogamous, mono-gyandri system.
Hence, all nights are dull other than
the first night to each couple.
09.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Preserve Family
Man will put his trust in woman
For an exchange of fidelity.
Breach of fidelity amounts
To the forfeiting the trust of his
Restraints of sexual impulses
Are the outcome of fidelity.
Restraints of evil tendencies
Are the result of trustworthiness.
Trust is wider than fidelity.
A part of the trust is fidelity.
In spite of infidelity,
Trustworthiness can be still there.
Marriage is built on mutual trust.
Fail marks in one of the subjects
Should not warrant total dismissal.
Be that field improved or overlooked.
A man tends to flirt with other women
And still stands by his own woman.
A woman who responds to men’s lure
Can still be loyal to her husband.
Man’s disloyalty doesn’t hurt
Woman as much as woman’s does.
It is more from his possessiveness.
It is more from his assertiveness.
Love and trust travel beyond sex.
Wife’s status is husband’s status.
Child’s status id parents status.
Identity will take care of trust.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Status evaporates in bed
One to one when man and woman
meet
With desire, their status evaporates.
A maid is a queen to the king in bed
And a slave, a king to the queen in bed.
28.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sex biased is man
You are at work with men and women.
You are at ease with every woman
But tense with the most of men around.
To you the sex of woman has a role to play.
Women who have looks matter you most
And it is not so in the case of men
You probe all women for their merits.
You overlook a blunder from them.
You take note of lapses from men.
Your scale is not even in the matter of sex.
Made of sex, you cannot be otherwise.
03.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Patriarchy rules
Woman loves her mother.
Her mother in law cannot match.
When both are no more,
It is the mother in law
That she remembers most
Identity impose such feelings
A proof of patriarchy.
08.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I am that woman
I am the woman you cannot stand
I am the woman you cannot part
I am the woman who will f*** your brains up
I am the woman who will make you love
I am the woman who will make you so mad you’ll forget your name
I am the woman who your mother will love
I am the woman who will make your mates laugh
I am the woman who will make you speak all night
I am the woman who will make you go ballistic
I am the woman who will annoy you all the time
I am the woman who you’ll find irresistibly cute
I am the woman who will make you forget what you do
I am the woman who you’ll spend all day in bed with
I am the woman who will make passionate love like a beast
I am the woman who will get you out of control
I am the woman who will make you lose your soul
I am the woman who you will accept defeat to
I am the woman who will make you sad when I leave the room
I am the woman who will drive you crazy when we meet
I am the woman who you’ll want to sit all night and stare me sleep
I am the woman who you’ll hate and love
And I am the woman who you’ll never f***ing forget!
…and you know it’s all true….
poem by Evita Velvet
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She can’t escape the boss’ love.
She loves a man under whom she works.
He is potent, kind and lenient.
Her husband will be tense to hear it.
Ergo, no woman speaks of him to her spouse;
18.01.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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zz 219 A man is just a man
A man is just a man, simply, compact,
one thing, and husband, brother, father, son
are roles or chores or duties needing done,
put on but never move him off that fact.
A woman, on the other hand, is not
one thing but two at least, and maybe three
from larva, pupa, through adult if she
completes the thing assigned her when begot.
It’s all so damned confusing to a lover.
A husband finds his mother in his bed.
Love makes a father go out of his head,
and hatred’s pity makes a brother hover.
If man must only of one thing consist,
let him be woman’s entomologist.
poem by Edward Wright Haile
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She Was a Great Woman - Coretta Scott King
She was a woman of strength
She handled great responsibility as her husband fought for our freedom
She was a woman of vision
As she stood by her husband she could see what he saw and continue to stand
She was a woman of courage
She never backed down because of danger that was around
She was a woman of intelligence
Being educated never propelled her to an attitude of haughtiness
She was a woman of passion
Once Martin was gone she continued the quest for the accomplishment of his dream
She was a woman of prayer
Her communication with God let her know that she must carry on
She was a woman of greatness
She never tried to place herself out front
She was a woman of servanthood
She served others while not seeking to be served
She was a woman of determination
She traveled near and far to carry on the legacy of her husband
She was a woman full of life
She loved God, her husband, her children and all mankind until the day she was called home
She was a Great woman
poem by Deidre Blair
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Mother the Superior
Parental love in man and woman varies.
He loves his child for his pride and future.
She loves her child for its safety and future.
The father loves the bright and the mother, the weak.
The child without mother is an orphan.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Sex originates from thoughts
There must be a woman in brain,
By seeing her in person or from a print
Or by visualization of her image,
Without which there is no arousal,
Without which there is no erection,
And without which there is no emission.
An image of woman in imagination
Is in action at the time of orgasm.
Copulation and masturbation
Alike demand that requirements.
Even for the sleep emission,
Must there be a woman in dream.
A woman in brain is a must
To serve you as sexual stimulant.
18.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman Knows
WOMAN KNOWS
Woman knows,
Herself as wife, sister and daughter,
She lives for husband, father and son,
But can she live for herself,
But she knows herself,
Who she is?
She has dissolved her personality,
With the family,
She has lost self,
With the aspirations and ambitions,
Of husband, father and son,
She knows nothing,
About herself
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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Woman’s pity
As a puppy is put to love the master
When she is brought from her mother,
Even so is the woman from her parents.
As a cow is free to follow the cowherd
When she is let out from the cowshed,
Even so is the housewife from her yard.
As a hen is set to ignore the cock
When she hatched her chicks,
Even so is the mother with her kids.
22.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man to bear with woman
A modern woman wants more from her husband.
He should be compatible in bed, in society,
In providing, in emotion and in aesthetics value.
Where he fails there she sneaks for such man.
Allowances avoid cracks
as rails are laid with gaps.
Otherwise heart may break
18.01.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Victorious if not meritorious.
A boy wooed a girl. No wonder.
A lord coaxed a maid. No wonder.
A man hooked an estranged woman
Or a widow is courted. No wonder.
Love between a widow and a widower
Sparks and so does the extra marital sex
When they have grown beyond the age..
A man past the age won the love of a woman, a young mother of rpute.
It is the wonder of wonders,
worth reminiscing and ruminating.
24.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Am Not A Woman...
I am not a woman that loves with a heart
I am not a woman that's silly and smart
I am not a woman with open wounds
I am not a woman that's more attuned
I am not a woman that you hold dear
I am not a woman that has no fear
I am not a woman that's loved or lost
I am not a woman that doesn't know the cost
I am not a woman that's hurting inside
I am not a woman that has no foolish pride
I am not a woman that can't look you in the eye
I am not a woman alone that cries
I am not a woman that's imprisoned with chains
I am not a woman that holds her will in vain
I am not a woman, or mother, or friend
or wife, or daughter, or one to depend
I am not a woman of all and more
Because I gave it away to the one I adore
what's left is all you see
Just a woman that truly believes
Woman is home
While the man stands,
His woman shall stand;
While the man falls,
His woman shall fall.
And when the woman falls,
Her home itself falls.
Home sans woman, no home.
03.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shameless bees.
A neatly dressed woman came to our pavilion.
We were on our feet to rivet her attention.
Thinking herself as a queen, she heeded none.
She left the screen, making us beggars.
How adamant she had been, we behind!
We’ve had no shame as we are all sex-lorn.
20.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Madonna Whore
What are you thinking when you're looking at me
What can you tell me of reality?
I'm only woman... not just a Fantasy
and the flesh and blood is warmer than some color transparency
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
What are you thinking when you push me away
Was it some promise in your youth you made?
Holding out for something or hoping to be saved
Does it make you feel power or are you just afraid of me?
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
I don't know
if you say so
got so many do's and don'ts my head is spinning
Hey Romeo, j-j-j-just let get go
maybe everything could use a little sinning
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try and reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try and reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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