Imaginary rape
Any woman, the observation worthy,
Be in T.V., movie or in person,
Never escape man’s rape in imagination.
He unwraps her breasts, surveys their shapes
And exposes her blush, kindling her lust.
He arrests her head, presses open her lips,
And betrays her shyness, burning her pulse.
He rips through her thighs, toss her up and down
And destroy her shame, wetting her mount.
He will feel he has conquered and raped.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Then even death is worth. [adult contents]
Let me come now to your fortress,
Having blinded your inmates.
Let me encounter you at your door,
And take you by arm to your room
Where let me strip you of your shyness
Along with your blouse and skirt
Against all your seemly protests.
Let me rove your tiny breasts,
Narrow thighs, compressed groin
And pubes to be followed by tongue.
My claws on the imprisoned breasts,
My legs a pillory to lock your legs,
Let me toss you up and down to heaven.
Let me seal your thirst of lust
And put me to rest of quenched lust.
Of consequences is even death.
02.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fantasy IV
Pounce of nipple
Snatches,
Catches me off guard
Flounce and ripple
Thro' the breasts
Arrests
Landing hard,
I'm flung upon my back
To analyse the ceiling -
No appealing under stress
Now under dress -
Panties gone
And she upon
My countenance -
I rouse to bait
Her feminine way
Lead astray by
Aromatic warming
Of her womanhood,
I tune her body's
Resonance
Thro' eloquence of tongue -
Her shrieking
Highly strung
We up the play
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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If I Had the Answer Would I Still Ask the Question?
What does it mean to be raped?
Forcible entry –
Force of saying no
Force of saying yes to no
A stranger on the bus
The man you say “I love you” too
The brother, the father
The friend
What does it mean to be raped?
No charge, no tale, no proof.
No semen.
Old bruises, faded. Fading.
Rape – to scream, oh to scream.
Inside.
If it is your brother, father, friend
“Man” you love
Only inside
To say – RAPE –
I was raped
The shame – the guilt
Oh the guilt
What does it mean to be raped?
Once – twice – for a year?
The sisters…all their life.
How long?
How long can it last?
The anger, the lies.
Shame.
What does it mean to be raped?
To be fucked when you say no.
To be torn inside.
Screaming NO – HE –
Whispers I love you.
Carving Initials
Skin is crying
Tears are blood
What does it mean to be raped?
No proof – no rape?
No words for years
To say…rape.
Guilt
Anger
Violated
HATRED
What does it mean to be raped?
poem by Katy Sanders
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Did You Really Rape A Woman?
Dark rewrite of Byran Adam's hit song, Have You Ever Loved A Woman?
Tell me, baby
Just what did you do to that woman
Did I misunderstand her
Or did you really tear her apart so deep inside
Is it all just her own sick thoughts
Is it all just a cold, cruel dream
Or is it true
Did you do what she said you did
Did you break her so bad that now all she wants is to die
Did you force her into lyin there
Helpless in your arms
I just have to know
Did you really, really
Did you really rape this woman
Have you ever raped a woman
She told me
Yes, you have and did
Took what you wanted
Against her will
Warned her to be quiet or you would kill everyone
Everyone that she cared about
Oh yes
She says
You threatened everybody
All because from her you never
Never got a second look
So tell me if you can
It's not true
Answer me when I query
Have you ever, ever really raped this woman
If you raped this woman
I must say
I'm really, really turned off
Can no longer stand to be in the same room with you
Gettin' sick just thinkin' about
How you must have touched her
Breathed into her
Tasted her
Until you brough forth the blood
And now for sure I can tell
For in your eyes are swimming those tell-tell lies
Whispering to me
You really did rape this woman
Because you raped this woman
I can no longer say
You are the dream that I wanted
No, no you are more like a nightmare neverending
'Cause I know if you'll do it to one
You will do it again to anybody
Maybe even me
And so now I know truthfully we can never be together
'Cause when I ask
Your cruel eyes and that expression on your face said it
You really, really did rape this woman
Oh-you've robbed me of my faith
Because you held her
Just a little too tight
Showed not even an ounce of tenderness
Got no idea at all
How to treat a woman right
Jerk
Somewhere you must have really went wrong
Believing no matter what you did
I would stand by you
Be there for you
Lie for you
Even after you did the unthinkable
Even after you raped this woman
Trapped her
Helpless in your too strong arms
Could't fight back
I saw the truth in your eyes
That's how I know
You really, really raped this woman
Repeat chorus
Yeah-now I know that you really
Really, really raped this woman
Oh-yes, you scumbag, I know
'Cause I saw the truth there in your lyin' blue eyes
You really, really did rape this woman
2009 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Plain
spread. white.
thin. two x two.
rectangular,
you stretch your imagination.
open a scar again.
remove the cut.
undress.
open your lips.
pout.
kiss my feet.
rise.
kiss my head.
i will kneel
don't. please remain
standing.
my tongue can do it.
only for you.
i cannot say a word.
tongue
tied.
i am licking a stamp.
preparing this
mail to a faraway
lover.
i remember what licking
is beside
a stamp.
my feet are too small
for this task. i may ask the help
of four hands.
i have only one
held by this hand.
too much silence here.
i have this thick blanket
and the wind is
too cold.
there is a point
that i toss with my nails
it rolls like a line
and
i am connecting to you
thighs. thighs.
strong legs, and a very warm
pair of lips.
how can i be numb?
you are far.
that is not fair.
i make love to you.
my mind is a traveller into that thousand nights.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Nervousness
Shyness and shame are close sisters.
Nervousness is their mother
Blush is the daughter of shyness.
The bride blushes seeing the groom.
One feels shy to face audience.
To be caught for lying is a shame.
Life manifests through nervousness.
Without nervousness one looks wood.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Foreplay much matters [adults only]
Wave her hair, hold her head, pinch her nose
And press her hands. She is excited.
Lick her neck, kiss her cheeks, pinch the ears, Circle the navel and press the thighs and the belly.
She is aroused.
Lock her lips with yours, knead the breasts, Bite the nipples, lick the armpits
Circle the clitoris. She is charged.
Do cunnilingus. She is burning.
Enter her, toss her till she falls flat..
She will be yours years.
03.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Song
I saw thee on thy bridal day-
When a burning blush came o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:
And in thine eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of Loveliness could see.
That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame-
As such it well may pass-
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
In the breast of him, alas!
Who saw thee on that bridal day,
When that deep blush would come o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay;
The world all love before thee.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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Rape Me
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me my friend
I'm not the only one (4x)
My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Rape me (rape me) (8x)
Rape me
song performed by by Nirvana from In Utero
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Witch
Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.
That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.
Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.
O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.
And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.
But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Talons of a Gothic Mind
She of talons, borne from gothic mind-
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood-
Whence there came an evil flare
To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves -
And all for lust, her one desire:
Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence -
While coming on her priapismic fire.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Blossom enough
It is her sheer shyness that drew me to her.
It is for her very shyness that I loved her.
The shyness put her lust in store and seal.
To boil the lust and break the seal is my zeal.
We study in a class year after year without a pass.
Over the lesson, neither of us got bored.
In repetition of same emotional exchanges
Without any advance, neither of us abhorred.
Yes, blossom has only fragrance, not seeding.
18.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Womanhood in Tantra
The nudity is not an obscenity.
The nudity either in arts or in person
Is neither moral nor immoral.
To be naked is to be unashamed
And is in the realization of
The bodily perfection and no more.
There must be no shame in the viewers’ eyes.
Femininity and sexuality
And motherhood are the female’s identity.
It is the male’s gaze that shapes a woman.
Breasts are motherhood; hips are fecundity.
She is the soil where men’s seed are grown.
Face and limbs represent femininity.
In Tantra, woman is all in all.
31.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I can’t rape.
I can’t rape a woman;
I sing, draw and write about her.
I can’t rape a woman;
I devour her with my eyes, and voyeur.
I can’t rape a woman;
I see her dance, and romance in screens.
A sort of perversion;
Is there any animal who’s pervert?
I can’t rape a woman;
I bring her image in my fantasies.
13.12.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We Have To Retrieve That
During my college days, I watched a movie named
‘Women against rape’. But, now I know someone,
Bhanwari Devi from Rajasthan,
A rape victim, still fighting…
She was gang raped by Gurjar* men
(In presence of her husband, tied up)
When she tried to prevent them
From marrying off a baby girl
Who was just nine months old… Fifteen years passed …
How can an upper caste man Rape a lower caste woman? ,
A District Judge asked in 1995!
'LUST HAS NO CASTE, Mr.JUSTICE'!
Her medical examination happened after 52 long hours
And the Police seized her ‘’LEHANGA’ - long skirt,
As the only evidence late in that night! … Head down,
She walked away, wearing her husbands long Turban…
Her fight for Women empowerment continues and
The Supreme Court issued guidelines that broadly
Defined sexual harassment at the workplace and made it
Mandatory for Corporations and business establishments…
To have committees against sexual harassment.
Child marriage rates reduced drastically in Rajasthan
Police more vigilant in attending cases against rape now..
Imagine, just a single woman could make all these,
She deserves nationwide respect…
But…
Her family is ostracized everywhere…Her son is
Continuously bullied by upper caste crooks…
She has no income from her barren lands…
Her only income source is a buffalo!
O! God, please protect that animal
From being poisoned by some ‘caste fanatic’…
She is Bharat...
She is mother Earth…
Her ‘LEHANGA’ is our tainted nature…
We have to………………..
Gurjar* A caste in rajasthan
poem by Premji Premji
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The Man & The Beast
I have never read in any news paper
I have never viewed in any TV Channel
a female beast has been raped
or the female beast is dead
due to being raped
How much conscious they are?
I have heard
a female beast is not disturbed
by any one during her pregnancy
But Human being?
made so many rules and laws
but at least one incidence
must be occurring throughout the day
when a female is raped
Sometimes even
a baby female is raped
what butcher is that fellow
hankering after wealth
anxious for a better tomorrow
kills the present of life
Sex is made for love
not for rape
Sex is the creation of life
not for destruction
The world shall be enlightened
when there will be no rape.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Why Do I Lust You so much?
Why do I lust you?
Is it because of
Your predatory eyes,
Your delectable lips,
Your succulent breasts,
Your sumptuous hips,
Your wet and ravenous mouth?
No.
I lust you
Because –
You always
Make me feel
Your need
Is greater
Than mine.
poem by Ramendra Kumar
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Woman, a forbidden fruit
Eyes stand for mercy; but woman’s
For men in love at the end?
Lips stand for truth; but woman’s
For men in love at the end?
Breasts are a fountain of lust; but
For men in wait at the end?
Woman stands for man salvation;
But for men with faith at the end?
What for was woman cast by the God,
To be special unlike animals’ female?
12.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Dance
on the silver railings
lining the side of the stairs
she presses
her thighs and breasts
the poles
unaffected
my eyes gaze like the sun
surprising the
blackness of
her hair
i am light penetrating
the tightness
of unbelief
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hopelessly Lost A (January)
Feel the tingling in your heart deep with in
the pulse of the Spirit with in your body
the beating pulse of blood rushing
the deep stare to which your eyes gaze
Feel the burning of the passion
the crying of your soul for everything
the righteousness burning at a fury
the deep words which cut my heart for you
Feel that feeling that is so sweet
the tenderness that is everlasting
the passion in my soul for you so deep
burning burning burning just for you
the love between me and you so strong
hopelessly lost forevermore which i do not ignore
poem by Branden Aeling
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