Much ado
The one who indulges in fornication
Indoor
Is still a chaste woman outdoor.
The one who indulges in courtship
outdoor
is branded unchaste to one and all.
Much ado about nothing;
Little ado about hidden things.
20.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Courtship, harmless
Wooing and courtship
do not result in sex.
They confine to minds
and spare flesh.
It is the lure of lust that,
when chanced,
Indulges in adultery, with
no courtship.
Courtship is outdoor,
Detectable.
Sexual indulgence is indoor,
Who knows?
13.06.2000, Palakkad.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Indoor ones substitute not outdoor ones.
Now a time a variety of extravaganzas
is at door steps from electronic media.
Yet there is a starvation for outdoor events.
Only is there the luxury of crowds to witness.
Indoor engagements relieve
not one’s loneliness.
28.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Men to bear the cross
No man could molest a woman
By day or night, indoor or outdoor,
Unless she is a party to it.
Men are given the cross to bear.
30.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Living as single
Endowed with the flow of money,
Woman might think of living alone
With no need of a man's supports.
It looks fancy to live single.
Her preference for money comes
As unilaterally can
She deal with money
With no compromises called for.
In a company with a man,
Bilaterally she has to
Deal with him, cutting the freedom
That she is enjoying as single.
She can't dispense with men outdoor
In profession and relations.
To be living single indoor
And not outdoor is a duel act.
She gets a personality
That impacts her integrity,
And questions her capacity
To deal with men in a circuit.
Sans emotional attachment,
Physical attachment with men
Will leave a woman high and dry
When she has lost her stickiness.
18.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Distance attracts
I have friends all over the world
But have none in my neighbourhood
Like I have beloveds outdoor
But have no beloved indoor.
20.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The depraved
The chaste, the depraved and the whore:
The chaste one suffers from the sacrifices
Of pleasure and hence demand respect.
The depraved one indulges in secret
And yet retain the social status.
The whores suffer scorns and contempt
And take vengeance on women.
Pity the whore, admire the chaste
And ignore the depraved.
30.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Outdoors And Indoors
Outdoor companies and indoor lovers,
And of a bright idea to accomplish;
But impartial justice is not what we need on this earth.
A great sense of humour,
Everyone needs to feel accepted;
For the journey of life continues,
And we have to face the facts around us.
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Live, alive!
Live, alive!
Coupon, upon, on;
Enquiry,
Indoor,
Inquiry,
Outdoor,
On the fast lane!
of the message,
Of the structure,
Of ther rhythm,
Of your rhymes! !
Born in 1961,
Inaugurated in 1961!
And, for further studies.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The harmless recreation
However chaste a woman
Is in heart of heart,
She longs for attention of men,
Admiration from chosen ones
And infatuation with desired one
When chances are at hand.
No harm, for, beyond that,
The qualm will have its roll..
Journey is mattered,
Not the destination.
13.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Keep your worth
Don’t tell lies to cheat.
Don’t tell lies to mislead.
Don’t tell ties to escape.
Else, you’ll become a repellant.
Don’t be selfish.
Don’t be greedy.
Don’t be jealous.
Else, you’ll become a repellent.
Don’t steal indoor or
Don’t steal outdoor
Even the undetectable.
Else, you’ll become a repellent..
No folks will then throng you
08.05.2010
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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Is life beautiful?
An intellectual woman, I admire.
A pleasant woman, I befriend.
An exciting woman, I desire.
A sincere woman, I love.
A liberal woman I try for.
How is life beautiful?
17.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Solo sex is man’s fantasy
Which part of a woman is not sexy
For a man who is manly crazy?
To him, her clothes and ornaments too.
His touch of her is not a must.
Her image in his brain will do.
A god send gift to human’s concept.
He indulges in sex with every woman,
Without a rape, without a consent,
Keeping them inside his head
And deriving pleasure from his fantasy.
29.05.2001, Berh
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life or Game
Life is a game,
Life is a tournament,
Life is something which can be won or lost,
Life games can be indoor or outdoor,
Life is something which in which if you do wrong,
Life don't have a restart button,
Life is Life,
Life is Game.
poem by Afia Shahid
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It is born to every Western girl to like outdoor life and to do all kinds of wild, daring things.
quote by Pearl White
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He who indulges in falsehood will find the paths of paradise shut to him.
Profaneness is a brutal vice. He who indulges in it is no gentleman.
quote by Edwin Hubbel Chapin
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Dirty Dancing
Videotaping,
Sexual escapades,
Fornication,
Dirty dancing,
Emerging from dark bedrooms!
And like the wine of her fornication,
But i saw the woman sitting on scarlet coloured beast full of names of blasphemy.
She has seven heads and ten horns,
With sodomites in the land and of male prostitutes as well;
But the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colours!
Also decked with gold, pearls and precious stones;
And having a cup in her hand full of abomination! !
But the filthiness of her fornication was enjoyed by many who were dancing around her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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On The Day That Pudsy Died
A cold fog from the mountain stole across the countryside
And cloaked the fields in greyness on the day that Pudsy died
She had survived many life's battles and she did not die easily
Like her I too must go the way of time whenever that will be.
Our dark brown cattle dog Pudsy to us devoted to the end
All of our family grieved for her she was a family friend
We buried her by our old home beside the cypress tree
And despite the passing of the years she lives in my memory.
More of a hunting than a cattle dog for fox and badger she went to ground
And she was the best fighting dog for miles and miles around
When challenged by another dog Pudsy never backed away
Though she never did start a fight that much of her one can say.
I watched her fighting many times and never see her beat
she was the champion fighting dog on our side of Millstreet
As a watchdog or a guard dog on her one could not depend
For Pudsy did love people she was everybody's friend.
A hairy rugged outdoor dog she did not mind it wet and cold
She even slept out in the rain though time had left her old
As an outdoor dog she lived and died and of her I can say
That she enjoyed the outdoor sort of life in her own happy way.
A cold fog stole down from the hill and cloaked the fields in gray
On the day our dark brown cattle dog old Pudsy passed away
Until the moment that she died as our friend she did remain
And often times in my memory I hunt with her again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him; he indulges it, he loves it; but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time.
quote by Edmund Burke
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