Human’s breasts
Small or big, dark or fair,
Stiff or soft, erect or bent,
Fresh or used, raw or ripe,
Visible or hidden, revealing or
concealed,
Women’s breasts are men’s feasts,
A unique power unlike other mammals’.
07.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Conceal to reveal
Breasts bare, breasts with bra,
Breasts revealing the cleavage,
Breasts under blouse with bare belly
And breasts with contour visible
Have their appeal up in that order.
The more one is left for imagination
The more the beauty will reveal.
06.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I have takers
My skin is dark unlike yours.
My breasts are small unlike yours.
I am equally proud of mine
As I have a crowd whose taste I suit.
23.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mind colours sexualities
The concealed breasts of a lady
Has more power to tempt men folks
Than the cleavage of a harlot.
The deducted cleavage of the known
Has more power to tempt men folks
Than the revealing one of the unknown.
Sex gets force from mind-set-up.
29.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Women’s attitude towards men
Women do talk as much about men as
Men do about them and as much in
description as men do, though much is
satire, unlike that of men.
Women value men as much, for their
Sincerity, as men value women for their honesty.
Women are drawn to men as much
For cleanliness as women to men for confidence.
Women want men to revolve around them
More than men want, and desire to be
Seen by men as womanly rather than motherly.
Thus a survey indicates for men to take some clues from.
19.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man is pathetic
Man, unlike other mammals, is pathetic
As he has to spend his libido without sex
By seeing women or their images
Or reading about women and their love.
16.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Modesty counts
Breasts when hidden add value to the cleavage.
Breasts when hidden make the loins seductive.
Breasts when hidden add poise to the face
Breasts must be hidden to make men erotic.
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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How Many Ways To Show Affection?
wuzzup ladies
need to know...
something about
all men again?
“Will you help me to understand? ”
“How many ways are there? ”
“How many ways to show affection? ”
“Somehow, I feel that I and my man
have different love languages. Been
trying to learn... getting harder...
Dunno what to do...”
“Remember all men
women are not the same
like varieties women
they are all individuals...
the rare are unique...”
loves struck Romeos Juliets
an infinite number of little things
small gestures of affection in the eyes
voice touch a look a soft feather caress
a word soft spoken speaks volumes
“How many languages?
Indonesia alone has over 17500
islands with over 180,000
living languages still extant...
each soul an island alone adrift apart
will force irresistible continental drift
impact love lock together or ripe apart
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Buttocks
A pretty face strikes,
Stiff breasts strikes.
But spreading buttocks
Are woman’s sexiest part.
(20.06.2004)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Small Things Bother Me
He wore dark glasses I could not see his eyes
And the mirror to his soul he did disguise
He hid from the World his personality
Without the eyes a face you only see.
Perhaps his eyes from the bright sun he shade
The main reason why dark glasses are made
And though he lives nearby him I shall never get to know
As he wears dark glasses rain or sun shine or snow.
Any acknowledgement of me he never seems to show
And we pass each other by without saying hello
Through his dark glasses into my soul he peer
And he's still a stranger though to me he lives near.
Perhaps I'm small in ways and small things get to me
But it bothers me when others eyes I cannot see
Whether their eyes be blue, brown, green or grey who can say
As the mirror to their soul behind dark glasses hidden away.
I see him often though not every day
And his eyes behind dark glasses always hidden away
The mirror of his soul is well hidden from me,
Perhaps I'm small and small things bother me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Beauty is an energy
Is being fair a beauty?
Is she a beauty, who has fair skin,
Youth or virgininity?
There are beauties, of gray,
Ill cut, ripe and mothers.
Beauty is an energy exuding.
28.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Get Stiff Quick
When your backbone bends,
And your vision dims...
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
When you know you need to move,
From foolish doers...
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
No need to put up more with that funky stuff.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
No need to ride a roller coaster,
You know was tough.
No need to do a shuffle singing those sad songs.
Or get along with others you wish from you gone!
Just,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick!
When your backbone bends,
And your vision dims...
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
Mean what you say and be done with it.
You've got to,
Get stiff...
Get stiff quick!
Don't let just anything fall from your lips.
Or bite your tongue to let an old patience sit.
When you wish to make a point you know wont quit.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dependence gives attachment
Fragile, coy, shy and timid were once women.
They were vines, clinging to supporting men.
Sturdy, erect, brave and bold are now women.
Men and women grow erect, clinging withdrawn.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be Stiff
Be stiff b-abies be stiff
Fruit ooze is wetly lewd
Stay dry in rubber boots and
Cucumbers ripe and rude
Bend over fixed to shoot and
Breath hard in metal suits
Live right make lots of loot
Wet women waste your food
Go solo no no twos and
Deep sleepers jerk the root
Watch out for fruits and mutes and
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One Reason Why I Do Love Women
Of Arrogant males I have grown tired I meet one or two every day
One reason why I do love women is that they are different to men in every way
We would have less wars if women were leaders and a far better World to live in
With females in positions of power pragmatism would have a big win
We need women as World leaders women who have in them empathy
For most women than men far more caring they see the good in humanity
And women as a whole than men less aggressive a good woman would never rule by fear
Most crimes against humanity are committed by the male kind
many of which we do read of and hear
That women seen as inferior to men in some cultures does seem such a sad thing to say
The arrogant and ignorant of patriarchal societies respect to their women don't pay
There is something wrong and dysfunctional in a Human World
of inequality
We need women in positions of power at least that's how it does seem to me
So lets drink a toast to all women their contribution to World peace not small
And lets drink to every good person as well as to a fair go for all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The knot of the family
A woman dons the role of temptress
With her contours visible to a Big Boy
Brute.
Man is drawn to her and seeds are planted.
He must not deceive nor leave her.
So she dons the role of mother
With her breasts locking his head.
Man clings to her as a Little Boy Lost.
Hardly does a man abandon his family.
06.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A women
Women is
Mother...
Women is
sister...
Women is
Gran maa...
women is
Friend....
Women is
Family...
Women is
Nation...
Women is
World....
Women is
Power of univers...
Univers Also
Power of women...
Women is not only
Women...
A women is
Homeable gods...
A women is
Loveable goodes...
With goodness...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The hidden breasts
A woman hides her breasts with clothes;
She hides them from being seen
To betray their presence by shape
More pronounced than the naked.
Anything that is hidden means
It’s location isn’t traceable.
Breasts aren’t hidden with clothes;
Breasts are decked out with clothes.
24.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For arousal
Females arouse males by their private parts
in all mammals, the parts well decked out.
In women they are hidden and buried.
Men sought their other parts for arousal.
23.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Mind That Is Inside Your Skull
it is small
your stomach i am sure
is bigger
unlike your feet
it does not travel
unlike your eyes
it does not close
it is there
even in your dreams
your imagination
travels like the wind
to lands unknown
when you are hurt
the mind finds shelter in reason
unlike the heart
that weeps until all the tears
run dry
the mind is here but its essence
is out there groping in the dark
dancing with the winds
of change
sunbathing like you
wanting also
a little
tan.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Small breasts
Small breasts are as much an asset; be proud.
The insecure only will seek large breasts.
Men of valour go for the handy ones.
Small breasts are an asset that humbles men.
21.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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