Marriage to be outdated.
They are shopping buddies.
Pleasure of shopping
Without the strain of being together.
They are gossip buddies.
Pleasure of company
Without the stress of staying together.
They are bed buddies.
Pleasure of sex
Without the friction of living together.
No more swearing undying love.
No more waiting for princes to come.
No more broken hearts
No more longing and pining.
No spying; no divorce.
Soon marriage would be outdated.
Each one would die without a companion.
02.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Soldier's Memories
Fresh from high school, new to basic
intense training, formed my buddies
from all over, different worlds
one goal, serve their country
enter war zone, arrived shock
Bullets flying, bombs exploding
minds wandering, buddies bonding
scenes beautiful, children playing
Scouting area, danger ahead
exploding IED, metal twisting
metal flying, Buddies screaming
fire burning, buddies bleeding
piercing pain, saving others
dying moans, can't be saved
blood flowing, bones bearing
injuries severe, may die
buddies dying, iam surviving
rescued, healing, will recover
buddies gone but not forgotten! !
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Shopping
Were buying and selling your history
How we go about it is no mystery
We check it with the city, then change the law
Are you looking forward?
Now you want some more
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Its easy when you got all the information
Inside help, no investigation
(no investigation, investigation)
No questions in the house, no give and take
Theres a big bang in the city
Were all on the make
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Our gain is your loss, thats the price you pay
I heard it in the house of commons: everythings for sale
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
(were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping)
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Pain is pleasure
When I took you in my arm
I felt having conquered.
When you took me in your palm
I felt having succumbed.
Upon holding you for manipulation
I ruled a victor.
Being held in your clutches
I slaved as a captive.
Every wound I inflicted upon you
Is a pleasure of pain to you.
Every friction you produced on me
Is a pleasure of strain to me.
I grew erotic, having chafed
While you did, having been chafed.
The Act of Love, a two way pleasure.
10.06097
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love is a pleasure
Pursuit of love is a pleasure.
Pining of love is a pleasure.
Pain of love is a pleasure.
Failure of love too is so.
Any stage of love is a pleasure.
30.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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.
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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.
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Ensemble Fete Rustique
I am assembling conversations
Of two former buddies
Who really like each other
Not as lovers
But as pure friends
And much as they really want
As brothers
They wanted to be
On same direction
Taking together
A path they love
But as fate would have it
Each had
Opposite directions
One went south
The other north
For years each
Thought about
The other what
Happened and
Where must he
Be now living
One fine day
They see each
But as norms dictate
Of course
One cannot kiss
The other
They shake hands
Like nice gentlemen
And they sit
And talk
No one cries
Each will be
Calm and rigid
“you are
flourishing! ”he stoically said.
“you look
real good! ”, he is unmoving,
they have not
seen each other
for 30 years
but as norms
would have
it, they pretend
that there is
no softness
involved
that there
exists no
feelings like
that of a
lover long lost
and now is
found.
Each saw the light
And each has opted
For a compromise
They have to be
Blind just the same
When they first
Parted as buddies.
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Shopping for Yesterday
Busy crowds, lonely hearts, broken dreams
Shopping for yesterday.
Visiting the shared moments,
In all the familiar places
When shopping for yesterday.
We are all prisoners of the past
When shopping for yesterday
Knee deep in our loneliness
Surrounded by the crowd
We’re shopping for yesterday.
Pictures and memories
Half-forgotten words
Time slipping away
From the windmills of my mind
When shopping for yesterday.
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Pleasure for one hour, a bottle of wine. Pleasure for one year a marriage; but pleasure for a lifetime, a garden.
The great man is…
To take revenge is the greatest pleasure,
Hetero sex is the deepest pleasure.
If one found the same pleasure somewhere else,
He would be regarded as a great man.
08.07.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Youth is Pleasure
IN a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay,
The byrdes sang swete in the middes 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 waked it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my hart is surely pyght
Of her alone to have a sight
Which is my joy and hartes delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
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Two is the best combination.
A company of two is good for a walk or for a journey.
Of three, for a chat or for shopping.
If more than that, intimacy is lost.
Don’t move in gang for a pleasure trip.
29.05.2002, Kottayam
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Having A Good Time
Me and my buddies were going to get drunk
Were going to go out on the town
Well be checking it out, slipping it in
And stepping out of line
You know everybody likes to get a little crazy
In their own particular way
But my buddies and I we go over the top
And were going over again today
Well be having a good time
Passing the by-line
Having a good time
You know its a rock and roll pastime
It might be typical, topical or maybe tropical
That doesnt mean anything
If youre political, practical
Then its improbable, that you do anything
But me and my buddies we like to go crazy
We like to go over the hill
Hey, woman will you be there, because my buddies and I will
Having a good time
Passing the by-line
Well be having a good time
Its a rock and roll pastime
Hey, snowy...play a bit for me
That was snowy white
And he likes err...it in the night
The next to play
I must say, is scott gorham
And away...
Well be having a good time
Passing the by-line
Having a good time
Its a rock and roll pastime
Lets play that one more time
Hit me with that drum brian
Hit me as hard as you can
Oh yes, thats they way I like it
Do it again, do it again, lets do it again
Having a good time
Oh yes I like this
Having a good time
Typical, topical, who cares?
Having a good time
Political, practical, impossible
Having a good time
Dont ask me why jack?
Having a good time
Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho!
Having a good time
Having a wild time
Having a good time
Im slipping on the inside
Having a good time
Thats fine having a good time
Having a good time
Drinking beaujolais
No that doesnt rhyme
Having a good time
Im talking from the top of my head
Having a good time
To the bottom of your soul
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pleassure - The Pin Cushion
'PLEASSURE - THE PIN CUSHION'
esspeecee …08.12.04.
# Compound of -
Pleasure is labile,
But of
Pain is stable
In mind lab. [1]
# Pleasure poses
Neutrino heaviness
Pain up-pulls
Tachyonic buoyancy. [2]
# Pleasure is
Entry to eventuality
Pain is
Exit from eventuality. [3]
# Pleasure is -
Snow ball
Ache-fully swells,
Pain is -
Metal ball
Anesthetically dwindles,
With the friction of life. [4]
# Pleasure is,
The pin cushion -
For de-phonetization,
Pain is pen cushion –
For vocabularization. [5]
# Pleasure is -
Compulsion,
Pleasure is -
Impulsion. [6]
# Pleasure is -
Gourmand ‘give-in’-izer,
Pain is-
Valorous valedictori-zer. [7]
# Pleasure is -
Fate maker,
Pain is -
Fate eraser. [8]
# Pleasure rewrites
Rupture,
Pain rouleaus
Rapture. [9]
# Pleasure is -
Fathomless fear,
Pain is -
Endless cheer. [10]
# Pleasure is
Insolvensization,
Pain is
Capitalization. [11]
# Pleasure is
Insoluble,
But to
Pain solvent. [12]
# Pleasure enjoys short
Muon-ic life,
But pain extends galore
Like giraffe neck. [13]
# Pleasure makes
Beside oneself,
Pain hibernates
Within oneself. [14]
# Pleasure fossilizes
Lo, pain
Evolutionizes. [15]
# Pain is the riches
To be bosomed
With pride,
Pleasure as pollution
To be purged. [16]
# Pleasure is
Allegianced alienations
Pain is
Concreted conglomeration. [17]
~: ANTICLIMAX: ~
Thro’ the spects of
Mundane vision and
In world of relativity,
Pure feeling
All doodles are but
DELUSION!
DELIRIUM! !
DREAM! !
NON-EXITANT! !
CIPHER VALUE! ! !
# PARADOX #
We’re prey,
Puppet
To both ‘P’s,
Pondering ‘P’s as
Perfect.
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The extreme pleasure
Pleasure of luxuries,
Pleasure of victories
Or pleasure of any other kinds
Cannot stand against
The pleasure of conquest of woman,
For all potential men.
29.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pleasure And Pain
I know some people
who have experienced both
the pleasure and the pain
and some of that pain still remains
with them to this day.
One had the pleasure when they were young
when the pleasure they had
was classed as wrong
and they became the scorn of the community.
They then fell in love,
but no wedding bells did play.
Now they say they live in sin.
What sin is this you ask?
When two people live together
and share their life with one another.
Maybe they are not married,
but their lives together are happy.
Who are we to condemn them
for everything they have,
certainly not I.
How can you condemn them
for living together as man and wife?
The answer is you cannot
for when you look at it
many marriages are only just
two signatures on a piece of paper.
15 October 2009
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I mean, Sting is one of my great buddies and I love him to death.
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Live until your dead
The ties that bind unwinding
The future needs reminding
That differences will always be
Yet pleasure and pain are the same to me
So broken on the inside, maybe the pain is what i need
Cutting on the outside, just to make sure i still bleed
With that pain comes the pleasure, that i am still alive
With that pleasure comes the pain, that my mind now needs to thrive
You live what you learn, someone very smart once said
So find some pleasure in your pain, and live until your dead.
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The making of...
Trust me; I am a good man, but always like to wink,
With a heart of solid gun, hard to break and bend,
I love my children; Keep them close to my heart,
I love them, I adore them and I work for them.
Tell my drinking buddies, goodness of their studies,
Mostly they talk about politics, Philosophies and ended as tortoise,
Hiding their head in the stupor shell, eyes looking at the offing,
Of course, I love my wife,
She is pretty good and better at the rifle,
She could look through the darkness,
Of my guarded mind and deliberates me,
What I thought and what I had done,
Her nose is worse than the canine,
Could smell the details of my khakis,
Shirt, singlet and even the wallet,
Trust me I love her so much,
To the bottom of that gun,
I actually do not know, ,
What that makes me to fling,
Truly, breaking hearts,
Is not my choice of task,
She has claimed that I break her heart,
Children blasted that their hearts too,
My children behave like the strangers,
Live as the neighbors in my own house,
I look at the horizon to find out the answer,
What went wrong, when I am perfect?
What is not right when I exercise my right?
It is very cruel to live in this house,
Should I run away from the responsibilities?
Should I say sorry and mend the torn?
Should I stay and continue with my tactics?
Would I end up as my buddies, to go for the drinks after work?
Would I end up as the tortoise, to hide from realities?
would I end up in the bench to look at the buildings?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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