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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The curiosity
You aren’t worthier than mine
But unlike him, new to me.
So I admit you
You aren’t prettier than mine
But unlike her, new to me.
So I reach you.
Curiosity brings two sexes together.
18.12.2007
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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Iii
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart !
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree ?
The chrism is on thine head,--on mine, the dew,--
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet III: Unlike Are We, Unlike
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
The chrism is on thine head,--on mine, the dew--
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet III
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart !
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree ?
The chrism is on thine head,--on mine, the dew,--
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet 03 - Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
III
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
The chrism is on thine head,—on mine, the dew,—
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Alone...............even in circle
I feel alone,
I am lonely,
And some where aloof,
Crowd is there,
But, nobody known,
No similarity at all,
Different faces,
Keep me confused,
Searching identity,
Nothing properly suit,
At last, it makes me,
Uncomfortable, unlike
And clueless,
Try to adjust,
Yet, poorly dull n loose,
Not find any interest,
And introverted itself,
Being single,
Seem standing without row,
Waiting for chance,
To bring out best from good,
Yah! Nobody is there,
Although, I am there for you,
Attempting to assemble influence,
“Crowd” of own,
A queue of alone,
A presence of mine,
A mob of loneliness…………………..
poem by Abhishek Anand
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Like or unlike
Like the yellow leaves melting softly,
Or unlike the blue wind blowing loudly;
Like the frost with no power of keeping the life,
Or unlike the warmth allowing the life to rise; ,
Like a dying time in a scarlet autumn
Or unlike the birth of life in the green spring;
Like thinking of temporary in the elderly,
Or unlike the youth thinking of their lasting life; ,
Like the innocence sighing in the bleeding love ruins
Or unlike the guiltiness laughing in the richness of bloody hate.
.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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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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Sonnets from the Portuguese ii
UNLIKE are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me--
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
The chrism is on thine head--on mine the dew--
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Grooming makes one pleasing.
An ass is ugly, not for his nose.
He is lazy unlike the horse.
A crow is ugly, not for his black
But for his voice, unlike the koel’s.
An eagle is ugly, not for his beak,
But for his menace, unlike the parrot.
No matter how you are made,
You can make yourself lovable.
19.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Sin of You and I
I am arrogant.
I am patriotic.
I am a capitalist snob.
I am rude to others.
I am a melting pot.
I cannot travel anywhere and receive respect.
I am unlike You.
You are humble.
You are faithless.
You are full of charity.
You are overly polite.
You are a tossed salad.
You can travel anywhere with utmost respect.
You are unlike I and unlike They
They are ignored.
They are environmentalists.
They are individually selfless.
They are peaceful… but,
They are sure to make their voices heard everywhere.
They have always been.
They are mistreated by You and I
poem by Magnus Tukkonen
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Unlike most other children, - especially unlike those of today - who are eager to become men and women as speedily as possible, I had a terror of growing up, which became more and more accentuated as I grew older.
quote by Pierre Loti
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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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Think
you think you know my life
you dont
im not the same girl i used to be
the one who was so stupid to give you
more chances to hurt me
not realizing that thats all you wanted
when i look back at those dark memories
i realise that you were just a phase
i found someone better
someone who actually loves me
for who i am and thinks im beautiful
he treats me good unlike you
you cheated and lied
you will never know how much i cried
im alive now but much more defensive
you said you wanted me and would always love me
it was a lie just like everything else
but unlike the other lies
i like this one
cuz it means you finally let go
although you hurt me and faught with me
needlessly countless times
i dont feel stupid anymore
nor am i weak like i was
my true love helped me see that you
really are nothing to me
so after i write this poem
your memory will be thrown away
never to be seen or thought of again
he gets me through the day
unlike you who made me want to end it all
with him i can stand tall
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Independence vs. intimacy
Son, you must be proud of your wife,
Cute, learned, employed and well placed,
Unlike the one I’ve had as mine.
Son, are you well secure with her?
Are you at ease in bed with her?
Independence ruins intimacy.
erectness cripples confidence.
01.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Quell the temptation
Pilferage requires little strategy,
Unlike the stealing of the valuable.
Profiting from the mistakes of others,
Unlike the cheating, needs little efforts.
Virtue forbids such temptation; obey.
19.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You and Jackson Pollock.
How's the girl
with the red beret?
your sister asked
she'd seen you
and Janice
and her gran
on the way home
from school
she probably walking
with her friend
following behind
and Janice said
I made a picture today
out of cut up
pieces of paper
and the teacher said
it was the best
she'd seen
her gran said
Now now Janice
mustn't boast
I expect
there were other pictures
equally as good
But teacher said it
not me
Janice replied
Did you make a picture?
her gran asked you
her eyes falling on you
and taking in
your look
like a rabbit caught
in headlamps of a car
in the night
Yes
you said
I made a picture
of a morning sunset
out of red and yellow
and green for the grass
and blue for the sky
Janice smiled
and touched your hand
surreptitiously
her small hand
feeling along
your skin
Did you make it
out of cut up
pieces of paper too?
her gran asked
you sensed Janice's fingers
squeezing into your hand
No
you replied
I did it with water colour paints
and what did teacher say?
her gran asked
she said it reminded her
of a Jackson Pollock
whoever he is
you said
looking at Janice's red beret
and her hair
coming from beneath
so wonderfully
unlike your
short back and sides
and unlike her hair
with its red coloured
hair slides.
poem by Terry Collett
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Blue film- a needed media
Blue film: it is handier
Than the red light area.
It serves as direct stimulus
Unlike the yellow magazine.
It is decent unlike the green talk.
The impotent becomes the potent.
The temper-less becomes full of temper.
Blue film is useful only to man.
Half of men population has seen.
Elders out number youngsters.
Unlike men, women aren’t affected.
No stimulation from the blue.
For her the last is sex.
For him the peak is sex.
Only man worries from love failure.
24.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unlike An Image To Fit
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
With a wish to get to know me...
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
With a wish to get to know me...
Unlike,
An image to fit.
I've received my independence,
With...
No problem with it.
And I've learned to not to resent,
Changes...
Manifested.
With,
No intercept...
To agree or, not to accept.
And I've learned to not to resent,
Changes...
Manifested.
With,
No intercept...
To agree or, not to accept.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
With a wish to get to know me...
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
With a wish to get to know me...
Unlike,
An image to fit.
I've received my independence,
With...
No problem with it.
And I've learned to not to resent,
Changes...
Manifested.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
With a wish to get to know me...
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Unlike,
An image to fit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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