Men are tireless
As a chivalrous, a man acts in the beginning.
As a chauvinist, he turns out in the end.
That is why women have reservation about him
Men still are tireless in their pursuits.
21.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Women Can't Drive
It’s NOT against the law
BUT women can’t drive –
DON’t ask why
Women must be driven
by husband
or adult male member in their family
or by male chauffer
or by male chauvinist
STOP! Woman driver protester
It’s not against the law
BUT police looking for you
Why?
Women can’t drive
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Make a new ending
When the sex turns bore
Change of partner can cure.
Virtues stand against it.
.
Have a little liquor in the stomach,
Fantasy actor and actress in the head
And enter each other to spruce up the act.
You cannot make a new beginning.
You can, of course, make a new ending.
11.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Blunt, Banned and Burnt
carnal knowledge
against the order of nature
attempts
at carnal knowledge
banish
acts of,
procurement of,
or attempts to procure acts
of 'gross indecency'
between
men and men
women and women
men and women
women and men
animals,
plants,
whatsoever
in public or private
ts unethical!
ts unspiritual!
ts unbiological!
ts unholy!
blunt.
banned.
burnt.
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“…Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites,
nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the
kingdom of God” (1 Corinthians 6: 9-10) .
poem by Mugano S. Paul
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Man trains woman.
Women become conservative
Where men are possessive.
Women grow liberal
Where men are democrates.
Women are molded by men
30.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A demon, reservation
Gathered in the scorching sun
Wet with perspiration
Throats are dried up due to the stress of raising slogans
They are demanding reservation for their people
Their leaders are crying hoarse in their favour or
To get themselves in the lime-light
The demon of reservation is eating up
The country like white ants
Reservation is the bier of ability and skill
It brings inferiority among the deserved
For the share of their fortune is transferred
To the undeserved
It kills the instinct of competition
Reservation is not a fair step in the way of
The upliftment of downtrodden
or underprivileged
Our motto must be
'Liberty, equality, and fraternity'
We should provide equal opportunity of development
To all without any distinction.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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True Love
True love is not a conquest won,
But a perpetual winning,
A tireless service bravely done
And ever new-beginning;
Gold will not buy it for to-day
Nor keep it for to-morrow,
From Pleasure's paths it turns away,
To make its bed with Sorrow.
White, Aphrodite, are thy doves,
But 'neath their snows are burning
Undying flames, and he who loves
Aspires with flame-like yearning;
Aspires unto a far-off bliss
Whose vision makes him younger,
And moved to rapture by thy kiss,
Still for thy soul doth hunger!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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The Beginning and The End
The beginning and the end
Every moment the beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
Every thought the beginning end the end
Every feeling the beginning and the end
Every choice the beginning and the end
Every action he beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
The beginning and the end
Always together the beginning and the end
Nothing separates the beginning and the end
It is all one the beginning and the end
poem by Maria Manias
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Qualms
Men seek women for fruits
But women give only shades.
Women have qualms to give
What men have fear to pluck.
13.04.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Back then
I don't want to work nine to five,
Just to end up barely alive,
I would rather sharpen a sword,
So to win myself a gold-hoard,
I don't want a means to an end,
I want to live solely to live,
To live like they did way back when,
Life surely was much simpler then,
I don't want to use wit and style,
Without going the extra mile,
I want to use chivalrous feats,
To tempt Madame beneath the sheets,
I don't want chess played as eyes meet,
I want love that's won through peril,
Women as women, men as men,
An age that's not to come again.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Without women
Today a daughter and a princess
Tomorrow a mother or a mistress
Up! Up! Up! Women
Stop! Stop! Stop! Women
Perhaps true, perhaps true
Women are amazing creatures
Moulded with dazzling features
Women are an object of mystery
Have their own place in history
Women are great
They make the best dates
Except when they turn up very late
Without women
What will become of us?
No more noises on the bus
No one to make all the fuss
Without women
What will become of men?
Who will teach them,
How to behave and learn?
Women are the spicy ingredient of romance
Women are the juicy parent of importance
Women are a heavenly treasure
The epitome of human pleasure
Up! Up! Up! Women
Stop! Stop! Stop! Women
Perhaps true, perhaps true
Without women
Would this earth have survived?
Without women
Imagine how many will feel deprived
Women are simply delicious
Beware they can be serious
Especially when suspicious
And turn to Mrs Vicious
Women are priceless
Without women
Life will be without spice
Simply lifeless
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Man’s business with woman
All potent men are predators on women.
They have some business with them,
That they would reveal sooner or later.
Women are clever enough to shelve theirs.
07.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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From the beginning of the Radiation Laboratory, I have had the rare good fortune of being in the center of a group of men of high ability, enthusiastic and completely devoted to scientific pursuits.
quote by Ernest Lawrence
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Nothing can be more absurd than the practice that prevails in our country of men and women not following the same pursuits with all their strengths and with one mind, for thus, the state instead of being whole is reduced to half.
The age allows expansion
At my twenty my mother had looked old.
Women that age in my fifty excite.
Norms for acceptability of women
Expand in proportion to man’s aging
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Women see they aren’t free
Women fail to assert the freedom in sex
That the pioneers have won for them.
Though they are certainly aware
That it is only their choice
That keeps this freedom from them,
They are still afraid of using it.
Most likely their daughters too follow suit
As these women would not advocate to them
The freedom they feared to employ for themselves
And the freedom their mothers were deprived of.
Women take care of each other that they aren’t free.
08.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Men are at mercy
Men are venders and women, buyers.
Men are eager to get more buyers.
Women are fed up with more venders.
Men live at the mercy of women.
09.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I always react
An actor acts according to script.
I act according to others present.
I cease acting when I am alone
Or with the things nonhuman.
31.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Men are the losers
Men only are engaged in gambling.
Women aren’t; they bargain.
Choice of women is a gamble.
Acceptance of man is bargain.
16.02.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The sexual strangeness
Men have to be self-sexual
As women deny them access.
Why must women be self- sexual
As men are ready at their door?
08.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beginning To See The Light
(reed)
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard,
But still they never get it right.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Wine in the morning
And some breakfast at night.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again
Playing the fool again.
Here we go again
Acting hard again.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Im beginning to see the light.
I wore my teeth in my hands
So I could mess the hair of the night
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Hey Im beginning to see the light.
I met myself in a dream
And I just wanna tell you - everything was alright
Im beginning to see the light.
Here comes two of you,
Which one will you chose?
One is black, one is blue.
Dont look just what to do.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard
But still they never get it right
Well Im beginning to see the light.
There are problems in these times
But none of them are mine
Baby, Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
How does it feel to be loved?
How does it feel to be loved?
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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