Men’s abode
Pollens travel to ovules place.
Cocks visit hens’ domains.
The bulls go to cows’ sheds.
Women are sent to men’s abode.
08.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Male’s prerogative
Bulls chase the cows and cocks, hens.
Male succeeds while female succumbs.
If man enacts it, it is branded as rape.
Animals are not as possessive as men
31.03.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Divorcees
Bulls are stronger than cows;
Cocks are prouder than hens.
Man is taller than woman.
It is the nature’s design.
Woman wants to grow as tall
As man in all respects.
Having grown like that now
She goes out of partner.
Her mind is still feminine,
Which demands a person
Who can hug her, lead her
And be superior to her.
She searches a partner,
Higher than her, in vain
And get one that miss-fires.
She lives as a divorcee.
25.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Merciless men
No bulls! All bullocks!
All castrated, libido arrested,
They toil for their men-folks.
All cows! Only to yield calves,
With no bulls to mate them,
Or to beat cows’ heat.
Just to milk for the folks!
Bulls no more masculine
To fall in love with cow;
Cows, though fully feminine,
Excite no male to copulate.
Cows are delivered of their calves,
Having never gone to sex,
By seminal injections.
Bullocks are stripped of peak of sex..
Creations go without lovemaking.
Men and women of all walks,
From sixteen to sixty or more,
Learn to groom their passion,
With hormones and fashion,
To entertain their orgasm,
By nature way or manipulation,
As often as they desired,
In multitudes and with multitudes,
Whether for a child or not,
More often for no procreation.
Devices are found against confinement
And for a high erotic enjoyment.
Lovemaking goes without creation.
Animals are killed of sexual joy
To multiple the race.
Men-folks are filled of erotic joy
To limit the race.
05.02.99, Dindukal
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Cocky Morning
don't be
malicious
the cocks
are sounding
off their
horns
to greet
the hens out there
good morning
and of course
the hens
crackle and giggle
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Farmer's Song
One, two and three
Its dawn, and cows are mooing,
cocks are crowing,
a dog is barking,
a new day, welcoming.
Four, five and six
The sun is up, plants are healthy
On goes the counting, hens eggs they lay
Manure is turned for decay,
Cows fed with hay.
Six, seven and eight
Milkman returns pails for day
Cake done, ghee and butter,
Egg trays for this, has made a day
Fruits flourish for better
Nine ends with ten
To, West the Sun retires
Clutter clang, tools return to stores
Dogs released from kennels
Radio some news it blares,
A way the cold is driven with fires.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Have You, Ever Been in Cathay ?
People today, like to travel around,
To places in big, places in small, and even,underground!
They travel by plane or by bus, by a boat or a motor-cycle,
Sometimes travel on a horse, or even a bicycle.
But how , can you travel and visit CATHAY?
For those who want to visit Cathay, it is to say CHINA today!
But in the past, the European, called it that way!
Even in Russian , it is pronounced KITAI,
So for you in privet, it doesn't matter why!
Again, I asked you, how can we travel and visit CATHAY ?
poem by Yoseph Lupu
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Life is in fusion
Flowers plucked, branches cut,
A tree is not dead.
Pollens dead and ovules dead,
No life is lost.
Pollen and ovule fuse to zygote
And in zygote’s death
Is the real death.
Sperms and ova have no death.
20.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Travel to the place...
Travel to the place
Where mind set to peace,
No one can see,
Feel us free.
Travel to the place
Where we can breathe,
Fill our desire,
We wish; we aspire.
Travel to the place
Where we have silence,
Flower of fragrance,
And nature to admire.
Travel to the place
Where we can write,
Lines of rhyme,
At any time.
Travel to the place
Where we have enough space,
Work without race,
No tension on face.
Travel to the place
Where we can dance,
Sing at glance,
Bit of time to romance.
Travel to the place
Where we spread love,
Freedom to serve
And land to move.
Travel to the place
Where we can live,
Of joy and sprinkle its grace,
And do anything, anywhere.
poem by Divyesh J. Shah
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Why single mother?
Women in India are the embodiment
Of tolerance and the epitome of patience.
She adopts herself to husband’s mould,
Suffers slavery and loses identity.
With her, die her parental roots.
To escape it, she likes single motherhood
In line with happy cows, pigs and hens.
No mothering, being duck is easier.
02.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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3: 51 A.m.
the cocks in the neighborhood
inside their fences are crowing
others answer the call as though
telling we are already awake and
ready for the day's fights,
one cock however remains rested
between his two ash-colored hens.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Marvellous Travel
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question why,
Someone left them without saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or Europe,
There'll always be something interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the ugly,
Every experience is worth life's journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Joshua Fernandez
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The Travelerz
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question
why,
Someone left them without
saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women
and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would
spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or
Europe,
There'll always be something
interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the
ugly,
Every experience is worth life's
journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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Zimbabwe
Reconnoitre the land
It's the best destination
Sovereign
House of stone
Landlocked country
Africa's tea pot
Hospitable and proud
A nation developing
A peoples strong
Travel to Bulawayo
The city of Kings and Queens
Travel to Harare
Sunshine city
The capital
The land of history
Land of mystery
A place were leaders are born
Intellectual
Highbrow
Once colonial
Now sovereign
A textbook image
Of quantum love and warmth
A borough
With images and works of art
A world heritage site
Inked with beauty
Unspoiled domains
A community
A nation
A sacred place
The motherland
Zimbabwe.
poem by Prince Kanokanga
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Awake O! Prince Of Braj
Awake, Krishna,
awake the lotus-petals
open the water-lilies droop
the bumblebees have left
the creepers cocks crow,
and birds chirp on the trees.
The cows are in the byre lowing;
they run after their calves;
the moon fades before the sun.
Men and women arise
and joyfully sing their songs;
Krishna, of hands lotus-like awake,
for the day is about to dawn.
poem by Sant Surdas
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Man cannot be chaste.
One bull can manage ten cows.
One cow cannot stand ten bulls.
A woman is at ease to be chaste.
To be so is man’s distaste
29.05.2001, Berh
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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PUZZLED for Leslie Alexis
The peacock parades exquisitely.
Displays the glory of his tail,
the hens ignore him easily.
This bold display was bound to fail
The peacock has misjudged his time.
The hens aren’t ready to be wooed.
Although he thinks he is sublime
it’s not the time for hens to brood.
He’s young and inexperienced.
As yet he does not understand,
his tiny brain still hasn’t sensed.
The hens not he are in command.
The females don’t appreciate
his urgency he’ll have to wait.
20-Jan-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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5: 16
the Catholic's church bells
toll and the cocks are crowing
the hens come down from their nests
the songs of birds start
to chatter
i am not through with these yet
these lines
these musings
the morning is calling
that i must get out from these convolutions
undecided
i stay put
sit on a chair
and for a moment
close my eyes
and then i rise
and prepare my shoes
and cap
and coat
and then i say
yes!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Merriments alike
Peacock and peahen gathered under a tree.
Cocks and hens thronged in a yard.
Ganders and geese collected in a pond.
They all had their parties and merry making.
In each circles there were queens and kings,
Admirations and adulations,
And infatuations and adulterations
With passion and lust alike in each sect.
24.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chase is certain
Bulls chase; cocks chase;
Every male chases.
Even flies and pollen.
They have their mates by force.
Raping is male’s prerogative.
No civility, no wisdom
And no education can scrap it.
09.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Travels Through The Labyrinth of Years
muted thoughts
in aspic territory
green lights
buzzing through my head
there is no other form
than this
travelling in time
as the fingers
of the labyrinthine mind
suck at the memories
which are housed
within
I travel
you travel
they travel
shouldering the issues
of childhood pathways
until old wounds
are erased
and we can breathe
in tune
at last
at long last
and we are whole again
31 July 2007
poem by Penny Hemans
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