Fairness to genders
Which woman has not got a child
That has not fled with its spouse?
It is the curse for the woman.
Which man has not got a love
That has not slipped with her husband?
It is the curse of the man.
God is fair in distribution
Of woes, though not bliss to genders.
20.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The curse and bliss
Possessive parent is a curse;
I was pampered.
Possessive spouse is a curse;
I was shackled.
Possessive child is bliss;
I am secure.
06.0.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Child Woman, Woman Child
Orbison/dees
Coo coo, thats you, wonder why I love you, you do voodoo, thunder clouds above you
Crazy, kooky, lazy spooky, oh what a clown, always around
And I have found youre a woman. child woman. woman child
Long legged woman when I see you walking you look good
Hey little woman when I hear you talking you sound good
Child woman, woman child youre driving me wild child woman woman child
Youre into my mind then youre out of my mind child woman
You wind and unwind my mind, time after time child woman ooh child woman, yeah child woman
Flying uptight, dont know where youre going, trying your kite when the wind is blowing
Funny lady, sunny, shady off to the fair, sun in your hair
Oh, youre aware youre a woman child woman, woman child
Strong minded woman when you start groovin you look fine
My kind of woman when you start movin you look fine
Child woman, woman child youre driving me wild child woman woman child
I dont see you there, I see you everywhere child woman
I dont even care -yes, I really do care child woman, ooh child woman,
Hey child woman child woman, woman child
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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One with Darkness
When ever I go out I go out fighting
Screaming for chance to finally end up dying
I have to murder to fulfill my end of this deal
Death is imminent, but something that I’ll never feel.
This is my curse, this is my curse
Sign upon the bloody line I should’ve thought of first
This is my curse, this is my curse
This is my curse, this is my curse
Killing for a living this can’t get any worse
This is my curse, this is my curse
How can I ever love someone else
When murder is my life, and I can’t even love myself
Every night I wake up next to another dead whore
Someone please stop me I don’t want to murder anymore
poem by Justin Schock
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Women’s Era Vavroovahana Patra
Woman and man’s is love is natural on Earth;
With all creatures it is endowed with mirth.
Wife’s love is perennial, certified by the society;
With Wife’s true love husband derives gaiety.
Wonderers’ is woman’s beauty;
Wonderful is her gait with gaiety.
Woman allures man in various way;
With profound love entices, embraces with gay.
Woman and man are endowed with Divine Bliss;
Wise woman serves the society with good wish.
Woman and man’s love begins from Adam Era on Earth;
Wife enjoys with a polite husband with mirth.
Weary husband is tranquilised by lovely wife day and night;
Warmth of encouragement shows us the light path with delight.
Wealthy woman is optimistic on Earth;
Way to peace is the prosperity of woman, provides mirth.
World smiles with woman’s chastity;
Worshipping God the couple live with gaiety.
Woman’s life dazzles being singer, film star;
Woman smiles being a popular writer.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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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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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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Demeter At Dusk
At dusk Demeter
becomes afraid
for baby Persephone
lost in that hell
which she herself created
with her love.
Excess of love-
the woman's curse,
the curse of loving
that which causes pain,
the curse of bringing forth
in pain,
the curse of bearing,
bearing always pain.
Demeter pauses, listening for her child-
this fertile goddess
with her golden hair, bringing forth
wheat and fruit and wildflowers
knee-high.
This apple-breasted goddess
whose sad eyes
will bless the frozen world,
bring spring again-
all because she once
walked through the night
and loved a man, half-demon,
angel tongued,
who gave her
everything she needed to be wise:
a daughter,
hell's black night,
then endless
spring.
poem by Erica Jong
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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!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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No harm done
It is man who pursues.
It is woman who eludes.
It is man who advances.
It is woman who retreats.
It is man who whips.
It is woman who skips.
As such I did you no harm
But was led by basic instincts.
Curse me not
13.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You ARE A Woman :)
You are a woman,
A strong woman,
A grown woman,
One who WON'T give me what I want just cause I want it woman.
He needs you woman,
A loving woman,
Non-trusting woman,
One who knows the difference between right and wrong woman.
I found a woman,
You're one of em,
So many love em,
You just need to see the places you can be woman.
Hear me woman,
Don't fear me woman,
You're near me woman,
We all face strife, gotta change yo life woman.
See me woman,
No fake or frontin,
Can't be me woman,
For I am a man and you need to be a WOMAN!
['Enpowering women since the age of -9 months :) ']
poem by Tamell Bailey
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Better Than The Knife
A woman can cut you up better than a butcher can skin and bone a turkey.
A woman can burn holes in you better than either one of us can iron a shirt.
A woman will first tell you everything, even though you weren't expecting
Then she'll expect all that back and more in return.
And if she doesn't get it
She'll put a knife through you.
Some use a sharpened, shining blade
Others barb their words with
Just the same.
A woman can melt through your heart like acid through wood and grass
A woman can rip the damn heart out through your ass
A woman is more insidious than you realise
A woman is a curse and a blessing twice disguised.
And if you don't expose the hidden truths of your soul
You'd better believe you'll suffer more letting them fly
Out in to the darkness, into the bartenders ear
Wherever they land.
poem by Gary Diamond
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She Complains That She Is Not That Weak Woman In Passion
What you read is all there is
If you cannot relate
Then no problem
If you are not that woman
Wriggling in my poem
Then let it be another woman
Another woman that
You mock
That you think is
So unreal
A woman who is not you
A woman who cannot be you
Is still the real woman
That I hold and love and cherish
She is still the woman that I love very much
She is still the woman that I can die for
She is the weak woman in my arms
She is the woman hiding in my embraces
She is the woman longing for my love
She is the woman who cannot live without my love
She is the woman who is by my side
She is the woman lovable to me
We made a vow
And I will be with her forever
Without me she is incomplete
Without her I am incomplete
We will always be together
Will you hate the woman that I love?
Drop her. She is mine. I’ll catch her.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The bliss and the curse
A possessive spouse is bliss.
You are in her care. A curse too;
You are a suspect to her.
04.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I was a woman
I am not a clever woman
I was a woman who understood
I'm not a strong woman
I was a very brave woman
I'm not an arrogant woman
I am a woman who has self-esteem
I'm not a proud woman
I am a woman trying to protect a fragile heart
But actually I created as being a weak
that should be protected and cherished
Although God gave me the ability to face the cruel life in solitude
Copyright © 2012
Just Like A Woman
(bob dylan)
Nobody feels any pain,
Tonight as I stand inside the rain.
Evrybody knows
That babys got new clothes,
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman,
She makes love just like a woman,
And she aches just like a woman.
But she breaks just like a little girl.
Queen mary, shes my friend,
Oh I believe that Ill go see her again.
Nobody has to guess
That baby cant be blessed
Till she finds out shes like all the rest,
With her fog, her amphetamines and her pearls.
She aches just like a woman, yes she does
She takes just like a woman, yes she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does
But she breaks just like a little girl.
It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst,
So I came in here.
And your long time curse a hurts,
But you know honey whats worse
Is this pain in here,
I cant stay in here,
Aint it clear.
Oh I just dont fit,
I believe that its time for us to quit.
When we meet again
And introduced as friends
Please dont let on
That you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
You fake just like a woman, yes she does
And make love just like a woman, yes she does
Then you ache just like a woman, yes she does
But you break just just like a little girl, break like a girl
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh, ooh
Just like a woman, woman, woman.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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An Accursed Day
I curse the day I met you mourn.
I curse the day I dour departed left.
I curse the day that I was birth born.
I curse the day of self-sought death.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Im Just A Woman
(ronnie scott/ steve wolfe)
Producer for bonnie: hugh murphy
**Im just a woman
You are the only man
I need you always
You need me now and then
Im just a woman
You are the only man
Im just your puppet
You make me dance and sing
You know I love it
Letting you pull my string
Im just a woman
You are the only man
*and I know if you choose
Yon can throw me away
Like some old shoe
But as long as youre there
From the bottom or my heart
I dont care
I m just the lover
You want along the way
I try to do it
But you always start to play
Im just a woman
You are the only man
*repeat
Im just a woman, ooh
Im just a woman, ooh
And there are times you really show
What s in your heart and then I know
No matter what yon do I cant let go
Of any part of your love
**repeat
*repeat
Im just a woman, ooh
Im just a woman, ooh
Im just a woman
You are the only man
Im just a woman
Said Im just a woman
Im just a woman
You are the only man
Said Im just a woman
Im just a woman just a woman
You are the only man
Just a woman, ooh
Said Im just a woman
Im just a woman
You are the only man
Im just a woman
I said Im just a woman
And you are the only man
Yeah yeah
Im just a woman
You are the only man
Im just a woman
Said Im just a woman
Im just a woman
Youre, youre the only man
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Pretty woman
Pretty woman.
But wife is beautiful.
Pretty woman is hot.
But wife is the sexiest.
Pretty woman is just for sex.
But a wife is to make love.
Wife is a forbidden fruit.
To you and all.
and wife is more caring.
Be at home and by her husband.
and wife is the husband diamond.
And the husband love making love to her.
That no other women can.
Make him feel so good.
and her husband always in love.
With her.
And wife is the husband success.
Loving and warm full happiness.
She bears our children. And
She is the most gifted darling.
poem by See Fee Lee
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Mundane Toil
Life in itself is quite mundane, as each new day is quite the same.
Being in the world’s daily grind, can really weary ones poor mind.
Daily routines do not change, as their frustrations remain the same.
Painful toil throughout the days, wears on your being in many ways.
A far cry from a garden of bliss, that peaceful place man must miss.
All is attributed to Adam’s fall, the ground was cursed, do you recall?
Now thorns and thistles cover earth, as woman has pain in child birth,
And woman’s desire is for her man, as her sin had altered God’s plan.
Man from the sweat of his brow, must work to feed a family somehow.
And all just seems to get worse, and all because of that original curse.
One day there will be no more curse, and no more toil upon this earth.
In a New Heaven and a New Earth, all toil shall become eternal mirth.
As we serve God with joy and bliss, the former earth, we will not miss.
Pain and hurt shall be no more, as we eternally serve The Risen Lord.
And there will flow The Water of Life, from the Throne of Jesus Christ.
On each side of The River of Life, there for all will be The Tree of Life,
To produce fruit throughout the year, for all of the nations, far and near.
The leaves will heal every nation, who has come to Christ for Salvation.
With Christ the center and The Light, Eternity shall have no more night,
With no more darkness or toil friend, it is a blissful eternity with no end.
The Stone Age
Widowhood is not a curse but bliss.
Divorce is not a shame but a boom.
Flirting is not a sin but a fun.
Now women are with their income.
Wife is no more a trust for husband
To invest his wealth in with faith.
If his child is of his, he is curious.
We return to stone age
(14.03.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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