Hard to trap.
A woman’s desire for a man
Will not let her yield herself
Unless she ensures for herself
That he is at any cost with her.
27.12.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sex role
No man thinks he doesn’t deserve
The woman he desire.
No man thinks he has grown too old
To desire a woman.
No woman thinks she is inferior
To a man who pursues her.
No woman ill-feels of any man
Who is disposed towards her.
13.01.2010
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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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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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
Be Broad
Under coercion a woman may yield.
For a livelihood a woman may yield.
From temptation she would slip and regret.
Don't gossip of them with scorn and contempt..
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The climax
The details of the goods without its cost,
The data of the one without one’s name
And the woman’s pose with her face unseen
Are like an intercourse without climax.
01.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Battered Doll
A red dress for blood spilt,
Torn blouse for flesh rent;
Ladders in the stockings –
A rung for every callous blow landed.
Scuffed shoes winked about the kicks –
After all, bruise-gorged eyes can’t –
Just permanently closed.
Burning tears were scant warmth
Against a chill from ugly cries.
Lipstick smudges on the chin to
Nullify all vestiges of beauty –
Those that constituted rare patches
Of purest cream skin, from
Days of feminine joy, telling once
Upon a time there was an angel…
But now, a battered doll.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Women for the Men
To clasp a silken-textured breast
Is nothing but a daily quest
Of preternatural drive.
We wonder of the fulsome fare
Her bra undone might bring to bear -
Disclosing all so we may stare
For hours on end upon the pair of
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A bleak affair,
And why we still survive!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Her Bum
‘Does my bum look big in this? ’ She glared.
I gulped and stared upon the floor.
I must escape; the bedroom door
Was open. ‘Run! ’ my senses cried.
But I was numb – nerves were fried!
‘Well? ’ She scowled. I sought a subterfuge.
‘It’s absolutely huge! ’ I thought –
But how to tell her that–? A short
And blighted life she’d wreak on me.
And so to Wife, on bended knee
I prayed ‘Oh please release me from this hell! ’
She gave a yell: ‘So is it big? ’
I looked again – a mammoth rig
Was hanging down – but how to say?
An honest man would surely pay!
I stuttered ‘Err... well, yes it’s nice.’
Her voice was ice: ‘But in this? ’
I tried diversion with a kiss.
‘I love you’ also burbled out – but
I was heading for a rout.
I drew a breath. ‘Be a man! ’ I growled
Inside this howling, quaking head.
‘Well actually love, ’ and now I’m dead,
‘It’s colossal – a real whopper... ’
The bedroom shook; I couldn’t stop her.
I daren’t publish anymore…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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If One.....
if one word
could change the world,
i'd say it,
and go home.
if one action
would stop the wars,
i'd do it,
whatever the cost.
if one intent
could change the way
we see each other,
i'd follow it
to my grave.
if one desire
could feed the hungry,
it would be,
my only desire!
if one life
would pay the cost,
that brings freedom,
and equality to all...
i'd pay the price today!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A mean fellow?
Its cost, after I bought it, went up.
Its cost, after I sold it, went down.
After me in the queue, ticket is over.
The train I missed got stuck somewhere.
Someone trails me in the run
When an elephant chases.
I’m blessed; thanks to God.
My wisdom says I am a mean fellow.
07.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Singleton in womanhood
Being single for a woman is joyful
In that it ensures everlasting flirting
With a variety of men in succession.
And the pleasure of having men around.
Being single for a woman is fruitful
In that it assures a lasting freedom from
The bondage, commitment and tolerance,
That the marriage would impose upon her.
Being single for a woman is gainful
In that it provides her with a relief
From the ennui of the monotony in sex,
That would push her to aversion for sex.
Being single for a woman is painful
In that it reserves her fatal end,
In her yellow days, by rendering her
Companionless, to die as an orphan.
22.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Interests Clash
Man would desire a woman,
Striving hard to attain her.
Having got her, indifferent
He would soon grow towards her.
Woman would desire a man
And grow intense towards him.
When propositioned by him,
She would turn off, despite desire.
Man has no shame to go for next.
Woman has shame to leave for next.
The interests of the both clash.
All the flowers don’t set to fruit.
(17.05.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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At the alter of fashion
Being a temptress is woman’s desire.
She makes sacrifices at the alter of fashion,
However hard it might be to adopt it,
By suffering excruciating pain.
30.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The desire interprets
The desire does not develop
Necessarily on the ground
Of a woman’s fabulousness.
Once the desire is developed
Somehow somewhere for a woman,
Any woman turns beautiful
16.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman’s Love Is Special
Man’s desire for woman is casual.
Woman’s desire for man is special.
Woman responds to man from gratitude,
From pity or for a future.
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Temple Of The Self # 4
manipulate, masturbate,
you need another hand.
man wants another woman,
woman needs a better man.
never happy, not content,
you steal your neighbor's wife.
trade your morals for desire,
at the cost of another's life.
and the sound of the heart
shakes the ground.
hunger burns, the sea churns,
and babies drown.
you pray to God,
but your prayers fall amid the furor.
in the temple of the self
bowing down to the mirror!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The phenomenon of desire
A man is more erotic
In desiring a woman
Than her desiring him.
A woman is more erotic
In tempting him to desire
Than her desiring him.
11.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Desire shifts
Reading is enjoyed, not with the same book.
Listening is enjoyed, not with the same song.
Woman is desired, not with same one.
Variety is the spices the desire demands.
04.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I am a conservative Republican, a firm believer in free market capitalism. A free market system allows all parties to compete, which ensures the best and most competitive project emerges, and ensures a fair, democratic process.
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