Incest Relations
She adopted him as her son
With whom she had sex since then.
Her daughter also had sex with him.
Incest relation is not suspected.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A woman’s loss
A mother to her son is no more a repute
If her modesty is suspected.
A wife to her husband is no more cute
If her fidelity is suspected.
A daughter to her father is no more worth
If her virginity is suspected.
To gain their love and affection,
A woman has to sublimate her passion.
13.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Become Suspected
1-2-3-4
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
And you
Say you're happy
I can say,
I'm doing well myself
But you
Wont believe
I've seen you...
Sneaking with somebody else.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo doo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
I give you no reason
To become suspected
Do I give you reason
To become suspected
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
Doo doo doo do doooooooohhh!
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
No reason for pleasin'
To become suspected
How could I leave you
To become suspected...
As two people can suspect too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taboos
Incest relation is condemnable;
Adam and Eve got their grandkids by that.
Taboos are built for convenience.
28.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The alternatives
Sodomy and lesbianism
Are alternatives
To incest relation,
Which is alternative
To prostitution,
Which is alternative
To segregate chastity.
Masturbation balms all.
29.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mother Jean’s Message
It’s an hour before midnight,
and I hear a yelling sound,
It’s street girl shouting out loud.
“Open up I have some news!
You must hear me you have
no time to lose! ”
Opening the door,
I see urgency in her eyes.
telling me she had
a dream that took her by surprise.
Jean my adopted mother spoke to her
last night & put her into a terrible fright.
At first street girl was leery,
because she was wearing
Jean’s small golden earrings.
In the dream Jean said “That was o.k.
don’t worry I’m here to say,
tell my daughter to move far away.
It is going to get worse and I she won’t be safe,
Make no mistake, tell her soon, Ok? '
Now, I really believed street girl,
for she never knew,
Jean was my adopted mother
and I was her daughter so true.
This confirmed the unseen
That my precious mother Jean,
was watching over me.
Written Feb.2,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Mother Jean’s Message
It’s an hour before midnight,
and I hear a yelling sound,
It’s street girl shouting out loud.
“Open up I have some news!
You must hear me you have
no time to lose! ”
Opening the door,
I see urgency in her eyes.
telling me she had
a dream that took her by surprise.
Jean my adopted mother spoke to her
last night & put her into a terrible fright.
At first street girl was leery,
because she was wearing
Jean’s small golden earrings.
In the dream Jean said “That was o.k.
don’t worry I’m here to say,
tell my daughter to move far away.
It is going to get worse and I she won’t be safe,
Make no mistake, tell her soon, Ok? '
Now, I really believed street girl,
for she never knew,
Jean was my adopted mother
and I was her daughter so true.
This confirmed the unseen
That my precious mother Jean,
was watching over me.
Written Feb.2,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Mother exempted
Horsemen breed a mare to a brother,
Or breed a sire to a daughter
To result in the same strain
They don’t breed to a horse its mother.
Incest relations put a bar to mother.
17.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Adopted Sisters
This goes out to my two adopted sisters
JoAnn and Meggie
I love you both
I have two adopted sisters
and write with both of them.
One lives in America
and the other in the Philippines.
I worry about them all the time
like a big brother would do.
I talk to both whenever I can.
The difficulty I have
is the time difference
between us all.
One is five hours behind my time
and the other is seven hours ahead.
I have even known them
to be online at the same time
and I have had to talk
to both at the same time.
My fingers were working
overtime that night.
The sad part of my story is
that I have a real sister
who never talks to me,
but my adopted sisters
are more I feel like my family.
Although I have never met them,
I feel I know both of them so well.
They are always there for me
whenever I am down
as I am there for the both of them,
my lovely adopted sisters
Meggie and JoAnn.
12 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Obsessed With Incestuous Love
Why obsess something that is relative?
Everyone has their own fetishes.
But I will say this,
Having that kind of a love for 'insects'...
Is a bit extreme.
'Incest.
Not insects.
I said they were obsessed with incestuous love.
I aint mad at 'em.
What they do they do.
I could care less how or who they hop around with.'
Oh?
So you're one of those 'tomato' tomahto...
'Potato' potahto people.
'One has nothing to do with the other.
Normally they have wings.
I am not referring to insects but to incest.
What I refer to has arms and legs,
And struts around naked like no one knows.'
You buggin' today, huh?
Let it go, my brother.
Let it go.
It will be okay.
It doesn't pay to put that kind of stress on yourself.
Trust me.
Slowly...
Just let it go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love in many phases
Love at first sight: many vouch for it.
Love at long sight: It exists between fans
and stardoms.
Love at short sight: Proximity brings about it.
Love at dim sight: It thrives in profession.
Love at random sight: It revamps in absentia.
Love at blind sight: It is the Oedipus complex.
Love at wrong sight: Incest relation.
Each has its own span of life with momentary pleasure.
29.05.2001, Berhampur
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I think, you know, it was something that I really wanted. I wanted so much to have a son or daughter. We adopted a son. And it was just the most wonderful thing. I think the only thing that was difficult for both Maury and myself were the sleepless nights.
quote by Connie Chung
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Man is not whole, sans woman
Body sans soul is a corpse.
Soul sans body is ether.
Man is the corpse.
Woman is the soul.
Both together make life.
The corpse deteriorates.
But the ether exists.
Sans woman, man decays;
Sans man, woman stays.
Woman qua volunteer to Gandhiji,
woman qua adopted daughter to A.B. Vajpoyee,
woman qua daughter to Pandit Nshru
lent to respective men the soul.
26.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poetmother In Rags At The Doors Of Ikea
My daughter lives in there.
There's no way I could stay:
Look at what I'm wearing,
Even though I gave my daughter.
You see all my sin.
No way could I fit in.
But still,
I have given daughter,
So stand aside!
I will not be denied
A little look inside
What I've given daughter.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Winners From The Very Beginning
They were all dealt from the same deck.
And played their cards,
Accordingly.
Doing those things they believed were correct.
And whispering over their shoulders,
How they would win over others.
None of the players suspected,
They were being played and used.
None of the players suspected,
They were being used and abused.
And thoese they 'assumed'
Had losing hands.
Because they seemed to have lives,
Bombarded with obstacles.
Actually were the winners from the very beginning,
Because they were the ones...
The dealer had chose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Can't That Be Me
Why can't that be me, the daughter
you come home to
Loving me all the time, and saying I miss you
Why can't that be me, the daughter you call everyday
The daughter that you miss so much, that she takes your breath away
Why can't that be me, the daughter that makes you cry
The one that touches your soul, everytime she says goodbye
Why can't that be us, daughter to father
Without you in my life, everyday it gets harder
poem by Jasmine Dugas
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Mothers And Their Daughters
they struck him down hard early in life
he slaps me around plenty
i cannot leave
my daughter never cries
to feed my daughter
i will take on the whole lot of you
the young men howl
i am a mother in time of famine
my daughter dying at my breast
my husband wants a son
my first child a love child a daughter
a wedding to make it right
a family joke to keep me honest
they have a one child policy here
he took my first child my daughter
sold her to the americans
as a child they mutilated me
for fear i might become the woman i am
they will never get to my daughter
I am told to hate my burqa
it keeps my secret from him
my daughter will wear the burqa
poem by Paul Bamberger
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Daughter of Africa
Daughter of Africa
You are walking now
And tread the path
Away from me
Daughter of Africa
You are touching now
While my body is
Away from you
Daughter of Africa
You are moist now
Not knowing the stranger
Who enters you
Daughter of Africa
You sleep now
While my heart
Yearns for you
Daughter of Africa
You are dieing now
And you finally remember
Me
Who cried for you.
poem by Peter Rhodes
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Father Daughter Moments
My daughter said something the other day
We were sitting on the front steps, talking
Someone wanted to enter the building, she stood up and said 'we're just having a father daughter moment'
My daughter is still young, only 27
And hearing her say that, my heart swelled with pride
She still wants to have moments with her father
My adult daughter still needed me
So much is said about the mother-daughter bond
But there's an even stronger bond between a father and a daughter
No matter how old she is, she's still daddy's little girl
And he always wants to be there for her
Father daughter moments last a lifetime
From playground accidents to a broken heart
You do your best to help her pain go away
Because when she's in pain, you are too
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Father And Daughter
Father and daughter spend some quiet time together in the living room
Shining through the curtain is the sun
And outside is the glorious afternoon
Father reads to his daughter the poetry she loves
Father and daughter enjoy each other's company
Father takes his daughter by the hand
As they take a walk outside
Father cares for his daughter
And always wishes the very best to happen for her
poem by Justin Gildow
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Wife
You adopted my home as yours.
I deserted your home forever.
You cooked for me and served me.
You mothered my children.
You served as a waiter for me.
You wore gold and silks for me.
I own all that is yours.
You own all as mine.
No traces will have survived in your name.
Everything stays as my legacy.
Yes, wife is a martyr of the adopted home.
04.09.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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