Men More A Fool Than Beasts
Whenever the food was served to a dog,
It was done after a stroke of the bell.
The sight of the food induced its saliva.
The sound of the bell induced the saliva.
When the bell rang with no food to follow
Then too came out the saliva from it.
Women excite men; things they wear excite.
Names they bear excite; so do female voice.
Man is conditioned by sex perversion.
Women not in sight, then too will excite
Him anything that sounds feminine.
More a fool than a dog is the learned man.
12.09.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pavlov's Dog: Advanced Lesson
Pavlov was a psychologist, I think
Who supplied his dogs with food and drink
But always preceded the giving of the victuals
By ringing a bell, that was his ritual
The dogs became conditioned and would be begin salivating
Upon hearing the bell, which to the food they were relating
Their mind was programmed by this little tinkle
Though they didn't realise it, they had no inkle
The noise of a bell, though it didn't taste or smell like food
Got these dogs in a very hungry mood
Just like smokers are conditioned to relax and unwind
By inhaling noxious fumes which only confuse their mind
(Sydney, Australia - 2006)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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We Cry for Food and They Give Us Bullets
Food! Food! Food!
It is all that we need
It is all that we need
to calm down our spirits!
It is food that fills
that fills the empty pangs
of our stomachs,
pangs that make us yawn
but cannot sleep
that make us gulp
but cannot vomit,
that make our saliva
taste sour and acidic!
We cry for food
like the helpless little children
with the art to attract attention
by our street demonstrations.
Yes, we cry for food like little children
to calm down our spirits,
that the cry cannot at all be neglected
for it is food,
it is food that soothes our spirits.
But you give us bullets
on the streets where we stage
our cry for food
You give us bullets
instead of food.
But even bullets cannot silence
our cry for food
for as long as we`re hungry
we shall be like little children
that will ever cry for food.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Excitation
Excitation is the best feeling to be,
If you excite a soul then it is your own;
An eddy is created from recreation,
And the heart swoons on believers
To absolve and forgive and stir.
The stern beliefs are crazy, their laws
Manipulate the blood vessels,
Ships of sailors abandon the body.
To excite someone is to believe in his soul,
And this heart cancels the other heart.
May the main puncture be overtaken
By a prick that strengthens and toughens.
Excite him now that you see his mind
And the soul will reach infinite stretches of time.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Don’t count on the erstwhile beloved.
By vision a woman can excite you.
Even in her absence, her image will do.
But your presence is a must
to excite her.
In parting, you pine for her.
In parting, she leaves her pain.
16.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good
For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!
I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!
But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Taste for life
When I no longer excite women by sight
I would have lost half of taste in life.
When women no longer arouse me by sight
I would have lost the total taste in life.
26.09.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The next door is rosy
Yours excite me and mine, you.
Were yours mine and mine yours,
Would they excite us as they do now?
No charm with the one owned.
19.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Syrup Sponge
Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!
Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;
Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?
Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -
Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!
And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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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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Lawdy Miss Clawdy
(price)
Well lawdy, lawdy, lawdy miss clawdy
Well you sure look good to me
Well please dont excite me baby
You know I cant be free
Well I give you all my money
But you just dont treat me right
You like to ball every morning
Dont come home til late at night
Im gonna tell, tell your mama
What you been doing to me
Well please dont excite me baby
Im in misery
Oh come on
Break
Well lawdy, lawdy, lawdy miss clawdy
Well you sure look good to me
Well please dont excite me baby
You know I cant be free
Well a-bye, bye, bye baby
You wont see me now more
Well bye little darling
Down the road I go
Down the road I go
Down the road I go
song performed by by Hollies
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Greatness is a spiritual condition worthy to excite love, interest, and admiration; and the outward proof of possessing greatness is that we excite love, interest, and admiration.
quote by Matthew Arnold
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Nothing else belongs to you except the passing pulse of time
Nothing else
Belongs to you
Except the pulse
Of each passing second
You cannot hold on to it
Nor can store it
It is just fleeing
But you can recall each moment
When you have something
At that time to rejoice
So never waste a second
In an unpalatable manner
As time is like the
Food that just entered
Your mouth
You bite, chew
And get the feel of its taste
in a wonderful mix
Of saliva and
Digestive juices
Once you swallow
The food is no longer there
You cannot and
In fact, do not like to
Get back the swallowed food
So too, time once passes
Has passed for ever
You cannot get back
Even the previous second
Just trickled
So, as you enjoy food
When it is in your mouth
Enjoy time
Assimilating energy
And nutrient from
Each bit of happenings around
Instead of losing it
Without any gainful use
To you and
Others nearby
Remember, the most precious
Possession you have
Is your time
With each second slipping
Become wiser
More learned
Enhance your knowledge base
Ensure happiness
To you and to yours
Let you not regret
Having wrongly spent a second
As, such a regret simply amounts to
Your having swallowed
An unpalatable
Tasteless food item of
No nutritive value
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And Mushy peas for J.T.Ellison
A fragrance carried on the breeze
which sets my saliva to flow.
Aroma guaranteed to please.
The finest fast food that I know.
Traditional English fish and chips
served up with salt and vinegar.
The smell can make me lick my lips
although I smell it from afar.
Kebabs, Chinese and Pizzas too
appeal to some but not to me.
There’s only fish and chip will do
To suit my mood adequately
Fine English food for Englishmen
I can enjoy time and again.
14-May-08
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Men refuse to accept
I haven’t grown old;
I’m not unfit to fall in love.
I can still excite women.
With these in brain, men go to graves
17.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Some food
Some food is
Medicine...
Medicine is some food...
Some food is poison...
Some food is Tenson...
Some food is Fear...
Some food is lovely...
Some food is Bland...
Some food is sweety...
Some food is spicy...
Some food is nothing...
Food is not only food
A good eatable medicine...
At only some food...
Some food...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Wild Leaves
My lunch is supper when the sun surprises me
At noon. The dry leaves excite my being
In the ways of the season I experience.
This food we surpass darkens the life
Fully and utterly, like the odd absurdity of the night.
We are in the company of snatching and crunching,
In the company of leaves that sound too real.
My sweet shower of blessings incites the spirits
To be released into the wild, yet scared are they?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lawdy Miss Clawdy
(l. price)
1956 released 1995 the teenkings: are you ready
Well, lawdy, lawdy, lawdy miss clawdy
Well, you sure look good to me
Well, please dont excite me, baby
You know I cant be free
Well, I give you all my money
But you just dont treat me right
You like to ball every morning
Dont come home til late at night
Im gonna tell, tell your mama
What you been doing to me
Well, please dont excite me, baby
Im in misery
Oh, come on
Verse 1
Well, a-bye, bye, bye, baby
You wont see me now more
Well, bye little darling
Down the road I go
Down the road I go
Down the road I go
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle bell swing
And jingle bell's ring
Snowing and blowing
Up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle bells chime
In jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing
In jingle bell square
In the frosty air
What a bright time
It's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time
It's a swell time
To go riding in a one horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse
Pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle
In a jingling beat
That's the Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle Bell Rock
Oh yeah
Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle Bell Rock
Oh yeah
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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The nudity, no need
Than the sight of a woman in circus,
Who bares herself save chest and hip,
The sight of a housewife excites more
When she walks through a stream
With her sari tucked up above the knee.
Than the sight of a supple woman in gymnastics,
Who shows her bare limbs and contour,
The sight of a woman next door excites more
When she stoops to sweep the yard,
Her blouse betraying her cleavage.
Than the sight of a virulent woman in swimsuit
Who swims in apparent transparency
The sight of a known woman excites more
When seen behind in front seat of the bus,
Her bra cut seen through beneath the blouse.
To excite, no need to expose
01.11.98
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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