Lust has no eyes
To my eyes, mind, heart and soul,
Her nose, a masculine one, is tormenting;
Her lips, uneven, are devastating;
Her lock, a thin plait, is over whelming;
Her breasts, just a purse, are hurling;
Her fingers, un-manicured, are gambling;
Her bottom, not a convex, is stirring.
No word, she uttered to please,
Nor any deed conspicuous either.
Calls answered but not one made.
Letters received but not one sent.
Yet so much passion in her is visible.
Yet so much lust from her is discerned.
She is not a beauty, still is opium.
She is not feeding, still sates.
She stands as a proof that
It is not woman’s beauty one is after.
20.01.2001, Pmdi [repitation
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What is beauty?
Flatten cheeks, sunken breasts,
Thin plait, muscle-less waist,
Neither modern, nor of fashion in posture,
None of which is distinct for beauty.
With them she stirs me rather than any.
No one is better than she to me.
Coyness, swiftness and smartness
And her formidable clan are her assets.
Uneven lips, crowded little teeth,
Deep seated eyes, manly nose:
Everything to me is voluptuous.
None endeared as she did;
None I endeared as much;
None she had maddened that much;
None she is fonder of than me.
Saturday and Sunday are black days
As we miss the presence of the
Other, and I curse all holidays.
Ethical or not, I am at her feet;
She revived in me my youth
And who herself retained her youth.
06.04.99, Plakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Naughty and beauty
You are a beauty;
I am a naughty.
Alive is your beauty
As I grow naughty.
Are you a beauty
Since I am naughty
Or am I naughty
As you are a beauty?
You owe your beauty
To me, a naughty.
By me you are hectic
To enrich your beauty.
My naughtiness
Brings you liveliness.
My mischievousness
Fills in your emptiness.
It pinches your heart
And induces new shoot.
It agitates your lips
To prepare for starch.
As you’re fabulous
I am mischievous.
As I’m mischievous
You grow nervous.
To have you blush,
To intrigue you,
To make you shy,
I want to be sly.
You hate me, front,
And love me, back.
You shut your eyes
When my eyes meet.
A needle pierces.
It stitches too.
A knife may bruise.
It serves you, too.
The sun beats hot.
Yet leaves want it.
The fire emits heat.
It only cooks meat.
You charge my belly.
I charge your heart.
Lust wets you pretty.
Lust sets me smart.
Could you love me
As I am naughty?
Who else but me
Can keep you happy?
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Beauty of the Woman
The Beauty of the Woman
For Thea and Alexi Katherine ~ 16 April 2011
The beauty of the woman is behind her touch
In the space between her fingers and the son’s
As he takes his first steppes
Between her hand and the daughter’s
As the father leads her down the isle
The beauty of the woman is behind her eyes.
In the circumference of each teardrop
Which shrunk: keeping pace with the contractions.
And disappeared when the daughter
Kicking and screaming was laid on her chest
Which became a stream of awe—wondrous
Even as the daughter found comfort on her breast
The beauty of the woman is behind her smile
Which she held through sleepless nights
Teething, feeding, monsters, and proms
Through the holding and the swaddling
Even the letting go…
The beauty of the woman is in the strength
To hold, to watch, in love-eternally
To spend eternity letting go
Of the hand that grasped her pinky
And each little piggy-toe
The hand she felt inside her
Which made her beauty glow
The beauty of the woman is
Something I’ve only seen
Something I know incompletely
But touch with my own hands
but the beauty fall between my fingers
and the beauty behind her hands.
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Georgina
They told me her name was Georgina
At first I thought she was an angel in disguise
She danced around my mind like a ballerina
Her beauty was excitement to my soul and eyes.
Her lips were as full as a boutique of roses
That a man would present to a woman in love
'Remember' beauty are from the words man composes
From the inspiration of woman, and not from GOD above.
Her eyes were as large and additive as the moon
And they called me, as fire calls a moth to the flame
The air was tranquil as it was late June
And then I saw her, and now I know her name.
Across the room was the first time that I saw her
I don't think I could ever forget that magical night
Her image is strong and her beauty will never blur
My love is for her and she will always be in my sight.
Oh how I wished that I had taken her away by the hand
But I know that I could never, even if I could try
As her heart and soul they belonged to another man
And I was just a visitor, who sadly was passing by.
In my mind and soul she will always be there
Her beauty could be compared to that of beautiful Athena
How I wished that I had her that's all in my prayer
After they had told me that her name was Georgina.
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The Core fuels the crust
A nubile nymph or a beauty care is absent.
Dusky skin, blunt chin, masculine nose
And the very queering lips are well present.
Yet to my heart her every part is piquant.
In her is there no aesthetic or romantic sense.
Reticence, reserved ness and timidity,
With coyness to the core, are there in evidence.
Yet she is so seductive to my every sense.
She acknowledges but refuses to requite.
Passion smoulders, which her blush betrays.
An earthen pot with water in, that the dampness
Betrays. She is my ‘Cape of Good Hope’.
A hard nut and an elusive fish is the stuff.
A taciturn woman, with no semblance of proof.
To admit or to exit is her bewilderment.
Nevertheless, towards her I go vehement.
I fell in love with her for her core and soul,
That led me to love her crust and profile.
I relish and cherish her for her inner fire.
As she eludes in fear I pursue in vigour.
Answered or not, one prays with hope.
Ushered or not I love her with heat.
Maybe she is less to others but to me much.
So much is there in her that my heart beats fast.
Her every part is a tonic to me because
That every part derives juice from beneath.
A flame takes intensity from its contents.
It is her contents that make her amorous.
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever”
To think of her in bounty is my fervour.
11.09.2000, Paralakhemundi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who is sexy?
Curvy actress and famous singer,
Jenniefer Lopoz, grabbed the sexiest
Woman in the World Title 2001,
For the second consecutive year.
Who is the sexiest woman?
The one who causes hunger
Where there is no hunger,
And increases the hunger
Where it exists, more
By being a rich fodder.
The lustful woman induces lust
Where there is no lust
And increases the lust
Where it exists, more
By being a rich feeder.
The beauty is only a doll.
The sexy one is a tool.
Sexy women rule the world.
22.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Finding beauty
Is Beauty like pornography?
-identified by sight.
Is the 'eye of the beholder' school
the one that got it right?
For them a pleasing symmetry,
of eyes, lips, breasts and hips
is ample justification
to launch a thousand ships.
For them beauty is genetic,
gifted by heredity
you get it from your parents-
much like their insanity.
For most, its unattainable-
that certain je ne sais quoit-
Still women spend a fortune
on beauty in a jar.
Lust for curves? -drive the Taconic
or the Pacific Coast Highway.
They both boast scenic beauty
and have fewer tolls to pay.
Instead seek beauty in her eyes,
the mirror of her soul.
For they will remain beautiful
as together you grow old
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Beauty is described
She is a beauty
Whose mouth is as wide as a python’s,
Whose nose is as sharp as a sparrow’s
Whose neck is long as a peacock’s
Whose mane is as dense as a lion’s
Whose hip is as broad as a duck’s
And whose legs are as tall as a crane’s,
What about her breasts?
Any shape; breasts themselves are beauty
For men, who’d been denied enough feeding.
01.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beautiful Woman!
Beautiful like fresh flower,
Beautiful with rainbows in eyes,
Beautiful with shyness and smile,
beautiful woman!
Beautiful are the star like eyes
Deeper than deepest ocean,
Ocean of feelings and love,
Beautiful is that motherly heart!
Beautiful woman thy beauty is thy compassion,
Thy beauty is in patience and knowledge,
Thy beauty lies in flowerless lips with precious smile,
Beautiful woman, most abstract beauty,
Not that beauty felt by eyes
Nor that skin or hair,
Not that grace or style, beautiful woman,
you are the beauty!
Beautiful woman!
thy beauty shines
Moon in star studded sky,
Thy beauty flashes with every turn of your neck to the call of child,
like plant swing with
perfumed flower in the garden
When that beauty of heart beautifully expressed!
Where her beauty lies,
Is it in her body or mind,
Or is it in her heart soft and kind?
Who wants to get stick or bind,
That's why women race fast leaving wondering men behind!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Supremacy is the beauty
Chubby lips, plump cheeks, massive breasts, fleshy buttocks,
Blunt nose, hairy skin, coarse hair and black eyes
Are the features the Dravidians inherited from the Negros.
Thin lips, flat cheeks, rounded breasts, slated buttocks,
Long nose, pale skin, silky hair and brown eyes
Are the features Aryan inherited from the White race.
Aryans are held beautiful by their cultural supremacy.
30.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beauty is
The beauty beheld is alive.
Beauty hiding is of the soul.
Beauty freed is love.
Beauty seen is beauty in control.
Beauty is the passion of the heart.
Beauty causes order divine.
Beauty is seen in all the great.
Beauty is the lure of nature's design.
poem by Josh Alfred
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Untapped...
I see beauty in the night
Graceful is the sight
As the moon floats
Amidst oceans of stars
In see beauty in nature
In the sun masculine embrace
So much beauty in the clouds
Even seas confess in rousing waves
I see beauty in the day
In the reflection of your face
So much beauty in may
As it ushers the new rain
There is beauty in your eyes
The curl of your hair...
So much beauty in your heart
And the joy that comes with your smile.
(TJ 19/01/10)
poem by Jubril Balogun
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Started As A Seed
My love for you started only as a seed when I first look upon your beauty.
Now my love has grown as strong and tall as a mighty redwood tree. I loose my breath each time I look upon your beauty, And how your beauty touches my heart and soul. Your beauty warms my heart like the sun on a cold winters day. I know God truly loves beautiful things. For out of his heart and with his might hands he made you. Only God him self could have made such beauty as yours. If there is a greater beauty I have yet to see it with my eyes.Your beauty has reached deep into my heart and soul and I thank God for that. I can only hope and dream that my love for you has touched your heart as well.
7-24-09
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Modesty is the beauty.
Bangles in row on wrists,
A single stone on nose,
Pendulums from ears,
A golden rope around neck,
An Indian woman is devastating.
With a European, can it be so?
Feminineness gives beauty.
Indian modesty provides it.
29.05.2001, Berham
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An uneven lot
My hands are uneven;
The one that seeks is long
And the other that lends is short.
My eyes are uneven;
The one for women is wide
And the other for the poor is weak..
My ears are uneven;
The one for applause is sharp
And the other for critics is weak.
My heart too is uneven;
The left half is fat for lust
And the right is thin for concern
.
Everyone has turned like me;
The fabric is loosening
And selfishness brings ruins.
21.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Idea of beauty
Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat,
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather,
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights...
poem by Nitya Pillai
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Where Theres Beauty, Theres You:
There's beauty and there's wonder,
The wonder to know the person, and the love for the person
Both, I can't live without,
Therefore, I can't live without you.
There's passion and there's lust,
Both I can't live without,
Because there the two things that remind me of you.
Your eyes, for instance,
They shine with a fiery passion,
Or your lips,
Always filled with lust,
A lust that you rightfully clam, as you crush your lips to my own...
poem by Sherry Painter
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Where Beauty Lies
Not the curve of the hips
Or the shape of the lips
Nor the clothes she wears
Or the color of her hair
Not in the numbers on the scale
But in the person who always seems to care
The beauty of a person
No matter who they are
Can only be measured
From the warmness of the heart
Not the face she wears
Or the voice she shares
But the expressions she makes
And the words that she creates
It's in the smile she puts on
even when everything has gone wrong
Beauty lies within the fire inside
That refuses to let her run and hide
Beauty shines from inside her
Throughout everything she does
Beauty comea from the way she stands strong for what she beleives
And can never be forced
To surrender to her knees
Beauty,
Is when she stands tall
Even when she has lost it all
Her hopes never shatter and fall
Beauty is when
Her soul is so bright
It shines through
In the darkest of nights
She leads the way
With no sighs of dismay
From the legs to the hips
From the eyes to the lips
It all does'nt matter
This is the beauty
that i wish to capture
poem by Tamara Puyear
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To be lean is beauty.
The thin long plait over long nape,
The long jaw matching with low chin,
The lean arms in sleeveless blouse,
The cylindrical waist baring navel,
How beautifully you are lank!
No matter you have no breasts to name.
No matter I have seen your face
In a stone through distance only.
The lean are my favorite.
I was born of fatty mother.
18.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beauty of A Woman
The beauty of a woman
is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure she carries,
or the way she combs her hair;
and...
The beauty of a woman
is not in a facial mole, but...
true beauty of a woman
is reflected in her soul.
The care that she gives, and...
the passion she shows; would be the...
beauty of a woman's character that grows.
Phenomenal Woman: A Lady with love.
Phenomenal Woman: An Angel above.
Phenomenal Woman: An Image of God.
Respectful, kind, and not of a facade.
A Poet with love; her age just a number,
this Woman of God would NEVER slumber.
poem by Donna Womack
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