Love is in draining
Mother dries her breasts and wets her child’s womb.
She derives pleasure in losing hers for it.
Man dries his pride and wets his lover’s heart.
He reaps pleasure in lowering his self.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Sea Never Dries
The sea never dries!
For every river flows into the sea but yet still,
The sea is never full! !
Fleeting as a breath,
The sun rises up from the east and goes down to the west;
And the wind blows towards the south and turns around to the north,
But the sea never dries!
The sea nevr dries,
So be a reliable person in the neighbourhood;
And strive to make up the best out of yourself.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Innocence Vavroovahana Patra
Innocence of the Virgin allures daily;
The lover derives peace gaily.
Silvery Beauty allures in morn;
Beauteous becomes the dawn.
The rosy virgin is a Deity;
Inspires with gaiety.
Mind surrenders on Beauty;
Poet derives gaiety.
Beauty is God’s creation;
Frees lover’s tension.
Heavenly Beauty is a Divine gift;
Appears to pervade delight.
She magnifies the beauty of Nature;
Beholding, all derive pleasure.
Tranquilises lover’s mind daily;
Lover likes peacefully.
The cosy rosy flower smiles in the garden of society gaily;
Plays delightfully.
The tiny lovely flower provides peace;
Beholding, lover’s mind enchant with pleasure.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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The Pleasure Spot
Pleasure is given up for pride
And pride is given up for pleasure.
When senses or ego is fed
The pleasure spot in the brain is trickled.
(09.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nature and Mother Vavroovahana Patra
The sky is cloudy;
The weather is chilly.
The morn is beautiful;
Mind is delightful.
Chilly breeze blows silently;
I enjoy the beauty gaily.
Mother smiles on the altar;
Provides peace pleasure.
In cool climate I pray mother;
Mind derives peace, pleasure.
She is the Eternal Truth;
Provides peace, mirth.
I pray mother silently;
Her blessings showers naturally.
Behold Mother everywhere;
Her omnipresence provides pleasure.
Mother smiles on the sands of river;
Attracts devout poets with pleasure.
Her blessings tranquilises our minds daily;
Praying, our minds enchant with peace gaily.
I silently surrender on the flowery feet;
Her blessings is an ocean of Delight.
Singing her devotional songs derive peace;
Praying the absolute Truth derive Divine Bliss.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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If a child wets the bed,
Cries with guilt and shame...terror
Inhabits your home.
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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Opposite displeasure
Success gives pleasure.
Conquest gives pleasure.
Revenge gives pleasure.
Hunting gives pleasure.
Coveting gives pleasure.
Mind; every pleasure
Gives equal and opposite
Displeasure to others.
In a way we act as sadists
04.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In a Herber Green Asleep Whereas I Lay
In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go;
But when I wak'd it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my heart is surely pight
Of her alone to have a sight,
Which is my joy and heart's delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
poem by Robert Wever
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The Magic Goal
The magic moment,
The magic goal,
And like the black antelope! !
But, this poem is twisted to teach you.
The wind blows up everything,
The heat dries up everything,
The rain wets up everything,
But this poet of this poem is beside you;
And like an ordinary man in iniform and,
A hunter with a gun in the hand!
The magic moment,
The magic goal,
But everything came out! !
And, there is hope for the future;
Yes, a light of hope on this feelings,
But, how is this thing calculated? !
I want to know.
For, form, formed, formally, forward, forced;
And like the shadow girl and the shadow boy!
Forbearance, forbade, forcibly, forearm, forest;
And like the shadow man and the shadow woman!
Oder, disorder, older, folder, founder, lender, sender;
But, stumbling across the sands of Adfrica.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rain On The Window
Round about midnight
I feel the chill closin in
Living my stage fright
I need the sun to begin - tomorrow
Thinking bout my life
And all the changes she made
And when she went running out
All the colors fade - to midnight
What a bad week Ive had
Theres rain on the window
What a bad week Im sad
Theres rain on my window
Will I be staying
Or am I moving in
Am I still standing
Ive gotta wait - shes choosing
* what a bad week Ive had
Theres rain on the window
What a bad week Im sad
Theres rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window
Repeat *
(written and arranged by nazareth)
Copyright 1983 fool circle limited
All rights reserved.
song performed by by Nazareth
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Ah, the Pleasure
Ah, the pleasure to sleep with your lover,
to feel body warmth,
soft gently breath of contented sleep,
comfort in a space shared,
an arm gently over your body,
a movement in sleep which leads to a cuddle or embrace,
perhaps even a sleepy kiss and to sleep again with your lover,
to know so much pleasure in time not concious to the woken mind,
to touch and feel safe,
to gently waken after sleeping with your lover,
Ah, the pleasure to sleep with your lover..............
This was my thoughts after a shared wonderful weekend with my lover.
poem by Linda Dyer
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A Mother
How can a mother forget her child,
the child who is conceived nine months in the womb
the child that is cradled at daytime,
night time until dawn?
How can a mother forget her child?
How can a mother forget her child
the child who after the flow of months
has learned to stand and run?
How can a mother forget her child,
the child whose mouth imitates her mother`s tongue,
the child who after a year or two can say,
'Mama, I love you'?
How can a mother forget her child,
the child who is so dear in her own heart and mind,
the child that reveals the mystery of creation,
the beauty of growth and human interaction.
the infinity of our own universe
within its finite linear time?
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Pleasure Is The Bait
Excitement gives pleasure;
Exploration gives pleasure;
Sexual love gives pleasure.
Pleasures are momentary.
Pleasure can peak the happiness
Or cause the valley of sorrow.
Pleasure is the bait one's after
Not minding the after-effects.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sacrifice Sacrifice
Sacrifice is losing with pleasure;
Sacrifice is suffering with pleasure.
Pleasure is the reward for the sacrifice.
Don't mind the absence of gratitude..
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Mother's Lament
my child, my child, i am so afraid
my child, my child, please forgive me
for losing myself
for losing myself
please forgive me for losing my mind
i miss you
i want the very best for you
and my constant worry
what i fear
is that i am not the very best for you
but who is, who is?
i fear noone else is either and
sometimes i am sorry for bringing you into
this world of struggle
There are times when I have been strong,
clear happy; and I have to remember
I have to find myself – my power.
For you
my child
you deserve me
you deserve a mother
who is not cowering
gasping for breath
A mother awake.
A mother alive.
poem by Pilar Mogollon
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The Visit
I went to visit you the other day,
a bunch of fresh cut flowers in my hand.
I only had a little time to spend-
Still you, I think, were glad to have me there.
I spoke about my troubles in your presence
You listen with an ever patient ear
You remind me that all trials are transient
That nothing dries as quickly as a tear.
Now that you and Mom are back together-
I can’t believe already it’s a year-
As often happens with long married hearts.
Does nothing dry as quickly as a tear?
With pain, I raise myself up from my knee
I say farewell with none around to hear
It’s just a lie we tell ourselves, my Da
That nothing dries as quickly as a tear.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Lowry
Jets, sets, bets, wets, lets, pets, poets, gets, nets, vets;
And like the muse of Lowry my lover!
But, this work is for us all to learn from.
Private Jets!
Love, peace, act;
And like the old man and his dog,
But, the image of your god is now hidden under your bed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Beautiful Girl Vavroovahana Patra
A sweet silvery silent Beauty Girl passes on the path;
Enjoying the beauty of Nature derives peace, mirth.
Loves all companions delightfully;
Loves parents devotionally.
Honey girl plays with companions peacefully;
Mind derives perennial peace gaily.
The Beauty of the Girl attracts neighbours;
Mind enchants with peace, pleasure.
Sweet lovely girl plays among companions gaily;
Provides peace to creatures.
Lovely girl is peaceful;
Her mind is delightful.
The girl prays Goddess Mangala in morn;
Mind derives peace in dawn.
She is a village Deity;
Beholding, all derive gaiety.
Innocent girl provides peace;
Praying Goddess Divine Bliss.
The girl plays on the river;
Derives perennial peace pleasure.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Life of an Emo
She sits alone
Hiding far from home
The voices saying
She's a mess
She's feeling so depressed
But she has one friend
Silver eyed
And silver tongued
His only payment
Requires blood
Metal and flesh
Combine
Strengthening their bond
She knew it all along
Running down the skin
Pleasure from within
pulse racing
She never dries her eyes
The animal inside
Is satisfied.
poem by Megan VanPool
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Never fair
I used to be such an idealist, believed everything goes well when you do well
I used to think that babies were born to parents that always loved them
I thought justice would be served for every injustice suffered
I believed if you really loved you couldn't lose
I used to think sex was just for pleasure
Until one day, just one, the tables turned
And me the passionate lover of love was lying in a hospital bed
Thick blood oozing down my legs soaking everything with my guilt
One moment of pleasure had turned the tables on me
That one moment of pleasure turned me into a mother only at sixteen
He was nowhere to be found, He that had said he couldn't live without me; He was nowhere to be found
Vanished with the summer breeze as my winter started
A child I desperately wanted to die couldn't die; somebody had arrived just on time
And here we were mother and child, both safe
I safe because for my treason I couldn't go to prison for the life I had
Attempted murder would have been my charge
But somebody I didn't know and I couldn't care for saved my life
Now justice had to be served
The more I tried the more I realized justice is a hoax
He got away with paying a mere 300 every month till she was eighteen
I didn't care about child maintenance
I wanted justice served, for breaking my heart I wanted him to pay
But that's all the judge thought it was worth,300 Pula and that wasn't even for me
So I settled with that bitter taste of reality, Life is not fair
poem by Ontibile Laone Kebadirang
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