Indenture oils
Many a courtship I had out door.
All aborted, having been suspected.
The mating I had with the maid indoor
Under indenture sank in without a trace.
08.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Courtship, harmless
Wooing and courtship
do not result in sex.
They confine to minds
and spare flesh.
It is the lure of lust that,
when chanced,
Indulges in adultery, with
no courtship.
Courtship is outdoor,
Detectable.
Sexual indulgence is indoor,
Who knows?
13.06.2000, Palakkad.
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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Mission of both sex
The mission of a woman
In her passion for sex
Terminates with mere courtship
Like jasmine flowers sans seeding.
Only adjunct is the courtship
To a man, whose mission
Is longing, with a woman, for fusion,
Like a fruit bearing tree.
Love episodes end with flowers.
Woman is fed; man starved.
26.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Marriage Mission
Countless couple cut communication
Communication cut, cripples courtship
Continuous communication creates;
Captivating colourful courtship
Most married men make many mistakes
Mates misunderstand marriage’s missions
Marriage’s missions: mentoring, maturing, multiplication, mating
Mission missed marriage messed
Mate must meet marriage’s missions
Mission met marriage mended
poem by Cephas Rotimi Oluwaseyitan
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Much ado
The one who indulges in fornication
Indoor
Is still a chaste woman outdoor.
The one who indulges in courtship
outdoor
is branded unchaste to one and all.
Much ado about nothing;
Little ado about hidden things.
20.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Merit has no merit.
No scandal ends in adultery.
No adultery traces to scandal.
Meritorious companions meet
And fall apart before they unite.
Under indenture adultery succeeds.
08.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Man Needs A Maid
My life is changing in so many ways
I dont know who to trust anymore
Theres a shadow running thru my days
Like a beggar going from door to door.
I was thinking that maybe Id get a maid
Find a place nearby for her to stay.
Just someone to keep my house clean,
Fix my meals and go away.
A maid. a man needs a maid.
A maid.
Its hard to make that change
When life and love turns strange.
And old.
To give a love, you gotta live a love.
To live a love, you gotta be part of
When will I see you again?
A while ago somewhere I dont know when
I was watching a movie with a friend.
I fell in love with the actress.
She was playing a part that I could understand.
A maid. a man needs a maid.
A maid.
When will I see you again?
song performed by by Neil Young
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Love sticks on
If a door is shut
Don’t get upset.
Search and find.
There’s another door
Open, perhaps wider.
In our courtship
The door, don’t shut.
I want no other door
Even if it is wider.
No door is dearer than
The door of your bosom.
10-10-1999.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Indoor Games
Indoor fireworks amuse your kitchen staff
Dusting plastic garlic plants
They snigger in the draught
When you ride through the parlour
Wearing nothing but your armour-
Playing indoor games.
One string puppet shows amuse
Your sycophantic friends
Who cheer your rancid recipes
In fear they might offend,
Whilst you loaf on your sofa
Sporting falsies and a toga-
Playing indoor games, indoor games.
Your mean teetotum spins arouse your seventh wife
Who pats her sixty little skins
And reinsures your life,
Whilst you sulk in your sauna
cos you lost your jigsaw corner-
Playing indoor games, indoor games.
Each afternoon you train baboons to sing
Or swim in purple perspex water wings.
Come saturday jump hopper, chelsea brigade,
High bender-trender its all indoor games.
No ball bagatelle incites
Your children to conspire,
They slide across your frying pan
And fertilize your fire;
Still you and jones go madder
Broken bones-broken ladder-
Hey ho . . .
song performed by by King Crimson
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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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Love slips like fish.
Two souls fall in love
And seek every chance
To meet each other
On this or that pretext.
Alas, it is aborted.
The lady soul withdraws,
Faster than it could,
As if a repelling one,
Once she suspects
Others’ meaningful eyes.
She avoids every chance
And will turn inimical
19.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Events are by chance
Heart-to-heart love
Thrives long in wooing and courtship
And ends eventually as withered flowers.
Real fruiting takes place
From two corporals
Mere by chance, all of a sudden,
With no regards to merit.
25.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Broken Liaison
fractional courtship
frustrated romance
seamless lies
courtship of needed
weighted
advantages
heartache deadened
deadline
flatline
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Advice From My First Marriage
Courtship, without marriage...
How romantic, indeed.
Marriage, without courtship...
You're going to bleed...
The clock is ticking
On a bomb that's armed.
poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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The fortune visits open door.
Fortune must knock at your door,
You must then be indoor
And must know it is the fortune.
Else knocking alone is of no use
14.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tei ('Demirifa due')
'Demirifa due'
Your died on the 3rd of March 2002;
And was buried on the 16th of March 2002,
But what is the independence of man when death calls? !
Tei, 'demirifa due';
You were with me on Friday the 1st of March 2002,
Then on Sunday the 3rd of March 2002 i heard of your death;
For death took you away from me like a candle in the wind.
Of the Red Sea and the Black Sea,
Of the Blue Sea and theWhite Sea,
But the wind blew you away so soon into the world unknown;
Young and fresh and never married,
And of the tears of many who came to see your dead body.
I was short of wards when i heard the news,
Because we had an appointment to go out together on the 4th of March;
And being an artist like myself,
We planned to visit the ART CENTRE (in Accra-Ghana) to sell some works.
Tei, 'demirifa due';
You were knocked and run down by a tipper truck with double axles!
And death knocked at your door so early and you were gone too soon.
Wailing and gnashing of teeth,
Your candle died out so soon in the wind;
And this sad note will be remembered always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Poem Before I Go Out The Door?
A poem before I go out the door?
Unlikely, but who knows?
I see the sunlight through the window
Outside beckons.
The indoor world is wonderful
But only inside is too much lost
I want to walk
I want to feel the fresh wind of the early morning
I want to feel free in just being alive
The poem is the anticipation
Of something so simple and basic in life
Almost everyone can have it
Walk out the door with me
And take joy in the light of the morning.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Shouldve Known Better
Its been a long time comin and the card were stacked.
Its been a long hard road to hell and back.
Your love meant trouble from the day we met.
You won every hand, I lost every bet.
Now youd think that I shouldve known better.
Now I think that I shouldve seen it come.
My heart sank when I read that letter.
It sank like a stone, it sank like a stone.
A cup of cold coffee, yesterdays mail.
A bad love like this is always bound to fail.
Your love meant trouble from the day we met.
If you want your things, theyre on the front step.
Now youd think that I shouldve known better.
Now I think that I shouldve seen it come.
My heart sank when I read that letter.
It sank like a stone, it sank like a stone.
All alone in my kitchen.
All alone in my head.
Somethings you cant take back, once theyve been said.
I dont know what this love is for.
All I know is I dont want it anymore.
Now youd think that I shouldve known better.
Now I think that I shouldve seen it come.
My heart sank when I read that letter.
It sank like a stone, it sank like a stone.
song performed by by Nickel Creek
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Lai Nouveau: May Offend.
Fair May stays indoor,
with artist mentor,
his minx.
Without her rapport,
his loathing would pour
and jinx,
his artistic chore
to blighted eyesore.
The sweet head she bore,
he sewed to stuffed core,
of lynx.
Still lips guarantor,
of love she once swore,
dear sphinx.
With artist mentor,
fair May stays indoor.
poem by Diane Hine
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