Impacts without bruises
Any woman will bear your manoeuver,
And honey can be churned of nectar
When you woo her as bee does flowers,
Subtly, with no pique to her repute.
01.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Twenty Zero One
2001 - where do I belong
I got my mind but I dont know where my head has gone
2001 - baby where you been
Its pornographic, internet, traffic on my screen
2001 - shes just a maniac
Its not for me but my baby really needs a crack
2001 - dont want the sex to stop
I took a pill now its killing me to keep it up
2001 - I know whats goin on
You wanna take my soul and change it for another one
2001 - those liquid crystal eyes, they really suit you honey
Let me get them in your size
2001 - by 2032 you can be me, and with a little luck
I can be you
2001 - let me bless you son
Help you believe with my semi-automatic gun
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Into it all the same.
At a distance, a flower is noted by its colour.
Once into it, the purpose of the colour is over.
Only the nectar of the flower matters.
Pleasure is drawn in churning to honey the nectar.
A wise man makes variety from his clay
rather than buying varying makes.
23.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nectar to honey
What you saw, heard and read
Are stored in your brain.
What you think, say and write
Are their outcome.
Nectar is the impression
Honey is the expression.
Bee is the brain.
Nectar and honey are not same.
29.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nectar turns honey
Nectar in the flower turns honey
Through the mouth of bees.
Truth is like nectar.
We get it as honey from the mouth [of people]
12.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Dracula Flower
The flower was stretching
It's hand to find a honey-bee
To be embraced and kissed!
The flower remained
In meditation to invoke God
To sent her groom
As she bore the nectar
To be sucked and emptied
By the trunk of a honey-bee
The long hairy hands
Of the flower frightened
The butterflies move wantonly
The caterpillars jumping
In quest to quench the thirst!
As the flower in penance
Heard the humming
Of a honey-bee unseen
She opened her eyes
In search to up and sides
And she was enthused
To see the blue-black
Groom of her from heaven
With wings shivering
As if in a whirl wind
Moving to her lips
To kiss and empty her!
The flower leaped her hand
To embrace the honey-bee
Whose nail ladden legs
Did wand her hands
Yet she never let loose
Her embrace to get-him close
To her breast stored with honey.
The honey-bee sucking nectar
From the lips of the flower
Never see him trapped
In the tangle of figments.
He struggled and jerked
But the flower sucked
The honey-bee's life
In return to her nectar he sucked
poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan
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The face and shyness
A graceful face is enough
To attract a man of repute.
Revealing posture will retract.
A woman must retain enough sigh
To draw in a man of repute.
Liberality will retract.
21.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mosquito
Un mosquito
Cest un moustique en colre
Un mosquito
Pique et pique et pique dans la chair
Un mosquito
a pond ses oeufs dans nous rivires
Un mosquito
a vit au milieu de ses frres... un mosquito
Un mosquito
a rve loin de nos rizires
Un mosquito
a prfre la chaleur
Un mosquito
a frappe la tte la premire
Un mosquito
a boit du sang chaud ordinaire... un mosquito
Et a cloque chaud
Mosquito
Chez les modestes et les beaux
Mosquito
a pique chaud
Mosquito
Chez les bonzs, les plots
Un mosquito
Cest un moustique qui galre
Un mosquito
Pique et pique et pique dans ta chair
Un mosquito
Cest un mchant hlicoptre
Un mosquito
a vit du sang chaud des baigneurs... un mosquito
Et a cloque chaud
Mosquito
Chez les gentils les salauds
Mosquito
Et a pique chaud
Mosquito
Mme le chiens et les oiseaux
Mosquito
Et a cloque chaud
Mosquito
Chez les modestes et les beaux
Mosquito
a pique chaud
Mosquito
Chez les bronzs, les plots
Mosquito
Et a cloque chaud
Mosquito
Chez les gentils les salauds
Mosquito
a pique chaud
Mosquito
Mme les chiens et les oiseaux
song performed by by Vanessa Paradis
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Smoke without fire
Any woman of repute,
however it might happen
that she was close with a man
of her choice or liking,
will not throw away her
fame, name and virtue,
more over her self esteem,
and have her husband cuckolded,
to commit the crime
to get the stigma of shame
and stand ever scathed.
But the world refuses to believe.
The scandal spreads like fire.
A smoke without fire.
19.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Honey And Wine
My daddy used to tell me
When I was under his wing
If you want to live a good life
Just remember one thing
Though the world that we live in
Can be so unkind
If you love a good woman
It's all honey and wine
Less I could do
I thought my daddy was wrong
Girl, I was so lonely
And then you came along
You get and said hold me
You get the kissin' was fine
Now I ready for the tastin'
Was the honey and wine
It's all honey and wine now
It's all honey and wine
If you love a good woman, yeah
It's all honey and wine
break
It's all honey and wine now
It's all honey and wine
If you love a good woman, yeah
It's all honey and wine
It's all honey and wine now
It's all honey and wine
It's all honey and wine
song performed by by Hollies
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Marriage is to bind.
A moth has no desire for the flower he had visited.
A man has less desire for the woman he had tasted.
A moth wants its nectar. A man wants discovery.
That is why he is tied to her by marriage.
20.03.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Bear and the Hare
The bear is always bare. I have never seen a bear who was not bare. Or does he or she wear a coat of hair? Where does he or she go to buy a coat of hair so that he or she won't be a bare bear? Coats cost money. Bare bears have no money.
But bears eat honey. Even bare bears eat honey. And this bear had a honey who wanted a coat of hair. So when she said to her honey, 'Honey, I want a coat of hair, but I have no money.', her honey replied, 'Honey, I have no money to buy a coat of hair. But I do have honey. Maybe I can sell my honey for money.' So he sold his honey for money so that his honey could have some money to buy a coat of hair and not be a bare bear.
This bear had a friend who was a hare. This hare has hair. Is he bare? He is not a bare bear but a hare and hares have hair. But he is a funny bunny and likes a sunny spot even when it is hot because he like to have fun in the sun. But this funny bunny could not find a sunny spot to go to have fun in the sun until one day a fair came to town.
The bear and hare of course went to the fair. What a pair! The fair was quite far so the bare bear and the hare with the hair decided to ride the street car. To ride the street car, they had to pay a fare. I say that was quite an affair - to see the bare bear and the hair paying for their fare. The bare bear had no pockets in which to carry any fare. The funny bunny had no honey to sell to get some money to pay the fare so that he could go to the fair. The fare cost ten cents. But that makes no sense. It isn't fair to make a bear who is bare and has no pockets to hold a fare or a funny bunny who has no honey to get money to pay a fare to go to the fair.
Subsequently, the bare bear barely got on the street car after the funny bunny hopped on, the bare bear and the hair were there sitting in chairs riding in the street car to the fair without paying any fare. Along the way they saw a mare. They did not care about the mare. They wanted to get to the fair. Have you every seen a bare bear sitting in a chair? I once saw a bare bear sitting in a chair at a fair but he wasn't bare.
To get into the fair the bare bear and the hair had to pay another fare. And still the bare bear had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. And the funny bunny had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. So what did they do? How did they get into the fair? As I said, I saw the bare bear sitting in a chair at the fair but he wasn't bare.
Tell me if this is a poem. Thanks.
poem by Ben Gieske
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Honey Lips
Honey Lips feed butterflies,
One by one as they fly by.
They stop to rest a spell,
Honey Lips feed them well.
Feeding them all the same,
Not even knowing a title
or name.
Gathering them in a swell,
Honey Lips feed them well.
The monarch, most beautiful
to see,
It could be you probably me.
They need the sun to warm them
fast,
So nectar Honey Lips will last.
To Honey Lips this is a game,
Treating butterflies, all the
same.
poem by Heather Burns
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Life is nectar
Beginning is poison
End is nectar
No no
Beginning is nectar
Middle is nectar
End is also nectar
Whole things
Whole activities
Is only nectar
Enjoy the life
Life is not bitter
Life is nectar.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Be inner rich
O flowers! You can have colourful petals.
More than that must there be enough nectar.
Moths come to you expecting in you nectar.
Otherwise they stay with you no longer.
Women! Enrich your heart.
01.10.2000, Madras
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bear ‘today’ for ‘tomorrow’.
Dear Plant, bear with the caterpillar,
Who is, of your tender leaves, the eater.
He will come to you as a butterfly later,
To impregnate your blossomed flowers.
Men are caterpillars;
Men are butterflies too.
12.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hi Ho Silver
Written by thomas fats waller and ed kirkeby.
Come in this house
Stop all of that yakety yak
Come in this house woman
Stop all of your yakety yak
A stop your yakin woman
Youre nothing but an alley cat
You talk all day
You talk about this and that
You talk all day woman
Youre talkin bout this and that
Dont make me nervous
Im holding a baseball bat
A honey hush-youre talking to me
A honey hush-youre talking to
Im gonna warn you honey
Im takin no more of this stuff
Well hi ho-a-hi ho silver
Hi-ho,a-hi-ho silver
Hi-ho,a-hi-ho silver
Hi-ho,a-hi ho silver
Hi-ho, hi ho silver tonight keeping it up
Talkin bout this and that
You come on in here woman
Talkin bout this and that
Dont make me nervous
Im holding a baseball bat
A honey hush
(honey, honey, honey, honey, honey)
Youre talking too
(honey, honey, honey, honey, honey)
Honey, honey, honey, honey hush
(honey, honey, honey, honey, honey)
Youre talkin too
Stop that yakin, Im taking no more of your stuff
Oh hi ho-a-hi ho silver
Hi-ho,a-hi-ho silver
Hi-ho,a-hi-ho silver
Hi-ho,a-hi ho silver
Hi-ho silver-hi ho silver again
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Wild Honey Pie
Pixies - wild honey pie
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Honey pie, honey pie
Honey pie, honey pie
Honey pie, honey pie
Honey pie, honey pie
Honey pie, honey pie
Honey pie, honey pie, honey pie, honey piieehoooeyeah
(john lennon/paul mccartney)
song performed by by Pixies
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I had to weave and play around with a honey bear, you know, and I could wrestle with him a little bit, but there's no way you can even wrestle a honey bear, let alone a grizzly bear that's standing ten feet to eleven feet tall! Can you imagine? But it was fascinating to work that close to that kind of animal.
quote by Leslie Nielsen
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Saigon
You got everything that a girl should grow
Im so afraid to kiss you I might lose control
You can hold me tighter but turn loose of my gun
Its a sentimental present all the way from saigon
Honey, honey, honey, please call me
You dont need no money we can do it for free
I got a friend in phoenix with a two-way radio
All the static in my attic getting ready to blow
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
All the static in my attic getting ready to blow
I was talking to the mailman late last week
He had a letter in his sweater from stuttering don
He said things are getting better in sa, sa, sa, sa, sa
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Things are getting better back in saigon
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Things are getting better back in saigon
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Things are getting better back in saigon
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Things are getting better back in saigon
song performed by by John Prine
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To handle subtle is delicate
No woman tells you
that she loves you
though true it might be.
No woman will show
that she loves you
even though she feels so
Lest others look askance
at her outlook
and spoil her repute.
Opaque may be her clues.
It is up to you
to cleverly decode.
What betokens her love
is subtle and tacit.
You have to elicit it.
More is she reserved
if she happens to be
the one forbidden.
To requite love for love
she is not fear-free.
She cannot be so.
The love you made of her
is as hard as making
thread out of a stone.
You want to preserve
your love as believable.
You seek from her proof.
The proof must not weaken
her pride and stride.
It’s her fear-born concern.
What is the consolation
if no one knows it?
It’s your anguish well born.
Neither blossomed
nor withered either,
stayed the stunted bud.
02.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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