No sex without women’s consent
Be it a zygote, s fetus, a still born
Or a delivered child, it could not
have been born without a sperm.
Attention, watching, contact,
Intimacy, embrace and coitus
Cannot be enacted by a man
Without the woman’s granting,
Be it at any stage. If deducted,
The man was slaughtered.
Sex is man oriented.
It succeeds only when
the woman seconded.
30.3.2001, Pmdi
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The Seed in the Womb- Baby Alive!
There is a dormant life, unseen,
In every seed!
When sowed in soil that’s wet,
Under the bright rays of the sun,
It sprouts into a seedling,
With overt life!
It grows into a sapling-
A miniature plant,
Which grows into a plant or tree,
Laden with flowers, fruits and seeds,
And happy are both,
God and mankind.
Do farmers destroy seeds?
Do they destroy sprouted seeds?
Do they pull off seedlings?
Do they remove saplings?
And all have life,
From Creator!
There is an innate life, unseen
In each zygote!
On nidation in womb,
Under the loving care of God,
It grows, becoming embryo:
With overt life!
Which grows into a fetus-
Miniature human being!
Bubbling with life;
And grows into a human babe,
That should be born,
To grow into an adult (male/ female) ,
Who can now have, children,
Maintaining human race,
And happy are both,
God and mankind!
Should one destroy zygotes?
Should one destroy embryos? (Abortion)
Should one murder the fetus? (Feticide, Abortion))
Should one kill the babe, unborn? (Infanticide)
And all have life,
From Creator!
Life is life- plant or beast!
Life is life- in seed or ovum / sperm!
Life is life- small or big!
Life is life- in utero or ex!
Life is life- unborn or born!
Life is life- child or adult!
Would anyone sane destroy
A growing plant?
Would anyone sane cut down
A little tree?
Does any woman have the right
To abort her child?
Can any man or woman
Murder own child?
‘God gives the ‘seed’ life in the womb,
None dare take this out, except Him.
God makes the seed grow in the womb;
No one dare turn the womb, a tomb!
Abortion is murder, most foul
Of a baby in the womb! ’
‘THOU SHALT NOT KILL- saith the Lord.’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-29-2008
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The love cycle is barren.
Chances bring contact.
The contacts elicits interests.
The interests fetch intimacy.
Then the intimacy gets cracks,
Which are given patch up.
Later, it meets the dissolution.
The love completes a cycle.
21.03.2001, Pmdi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Born and Delivered
Smiles and flowers awaited my birth,
Named even before being born
I was the one they wanted
The one they waited for.
A girl, true to type,
Welcomed & celebrated by all.
The first born
The darling babe
Of uncles & aunts
Cousin brothers & sisters
& most importantly of my dad & ma
My name was well considered & discussed
It had to be universal & yet a symbol
of all that is good & pure
So it was Joy
A joy to all
My name a reminder to me
To be a joy to all
& yet the world around closing in on me
Each passing day
Telling my folks that after all
A girl is a girl
Be it joy or otherwise
They didn't waver
Or lose their faith or hope
When their ‘joy' returned
Deserted & lost cursing her fate
Of being born but not delivered
Of the age old burden
of being a woman
With her daughters
Unwanted & slighted
Their arms opened wide
To embrace not one but three
Joys to their aging bosoms
Born and delivered.
poem by Joy Kirt Sidhu
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Enough, once done
I shall not be content
With a woman’s love alone,
Even with the physical intimacy,
Unless it results in the coitus,
Without the contraceptives,
Leading to the deposit of
My seeds in her womb,
Which is the stage of culmination
In a sexual relation,
After which I don’t mind
Being ignored or rejected.
Failure after the copulation
Is of no pain to the lover.
12.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Jealousy is cruel.
The hero and heroine indulge in love.
We enjoy watching it.
When it is enacted in the neighborhood
We resent and betray it.
10.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To handle subtle is delicate
No woman tells you
that she loves you
though true it might be.
No woman will show
that she loves you
even though she feels so
Lest others look askance
at her outlook
and spoil her repute.
Opaque may be her clues.
It is up to you
to cleverly decode.
What betokens her love
is subtle and tacit.
You have to elicit it.
More is she reserved
if she happens to be
the one forbidden.
To requite love for love
she is not fear-free.
She cannot be so.
The love you made of her
is as hard as making
thread out of a stone.
You want to preserve
your love as believable.
You seek from her proof.
The proof must not weaken
her pride and stride.
It’s her fear-born concern.
What is the consolation
if no one knows it?
It’s your anguish well born.
Neither blossomed
nor withered either,
stayed the stunted bud.
02.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Child Woman, Woman Child
Orbison/dees
Coo coo, thats you, wonder why I love you, you do voodoo, thunder clouds above you
Crazy, kooky, lazy spooky, oh what a clown, always around
And I have found youre a woman. child woman. woman child
Long legged woman when I see you walking you look good
Hey little woman when I hear you talking you sound good
Child woman, woman child youre driving me wild child woman woman child
Youre into my mind then youre out of my mind child woman
You wind and unwind my mind, time after time child woman ooh child woman, yeah child woman
Flying uptight, dont know where youre going, trying your kite when the wind is blowing
Funny lady, sunny, shady off to the fair, sun in your hair
Oh, youre aware youre a woman child woman, woman child
Strong minded woman when you start groovin you look fine
My kind of woman when you start movin you look fine
Child woman, woman child youre driving me wild child woman woman child
I dont see you there, I see you everywhere child woman
I dont even care -yes, I really do care child woman, ooh child woman,
Hey child woman child woman, woman child
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The goals of love
Love is a battle, where
Clinching coitus is man’s conquest,
With the woman left as a loser,
And eluding coitus is woman’s success,
With the man left as a failure.
A conqueror is not grateful.
A successor is not remorseful.
Both play for their goals.
25.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To See God
When i was born i believed in God
Then a woman taught me Santa Clause
Then the woman said there is
truth in the tooth fairy
Believe in fairy tales for
We wot not about God
When i was born i believed in God
Then a man taught me to fight
he said if you survive
Then there is no sin
And if you comply to men and women
Then men and women shall smile at you
As for God we wot not about Him
When i was born i believed in God
Then a coward said it is polite
To bow your head to money men woman
sex and earth and
If a womman gives birth (if)
Then teach the child
As we have you
i believed in not in God and
i thought it good to
Only believe in things i see
And i see
Men and woman falling
Cowards and earth dying
Trying to designate a god
That is willing to give
But not willing to take
i see all falling
But God is Lasting and
Forever though men and woman try
They cannot brake
God's Word is the only thing
That is not faked
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What for man and woman?
Woman is hearth and man is fire
There embrace is smoke.
Coitus is flame.
Pleasure is spark.
Emission is sacrifice
With orgasm as nectar
The result is birth.
But for this, what for
Did the God make man and woman?
09.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Child Is Sweet Any Day Of The Week
A child that's born on a Monday
holds beauty in sight and mind.
A child that's born on a Tuesday
is graceful, sweet and kind.
A child that's born on a Wednesday
is a treasure, so they say.
A child that 's born on a Thursday
sees a quest with each new day.
A child that's born on a Friday
is loving and freely gives.
A child that's born on a Saturday
shows great work through how they live.
A child that's born on a Sunday
is happy, carefree and gay.
I guess you could say that a child is
special, no matter what the day.
poem by Christine K. Trease
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Woman 26
Woman is the mystry of God
Woman is the miracle of creation
All greats are born out of woman
Woman is the womb of whole creation.
No man knows what is woman
It's onlly God knows what is woman
It's only God knows what for the woman is
Worship woman, woman is the religion
of all religion
Place your holy flower
On the budding nipple
of a virgin woman.
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Love erases lust
Maybe a man is drawn to a woman by his lust.
Once intimacy develops, he clings to her by love.
The love he gets for her makes his lust profane.
Once love has grown up, she is felt by her absence.
12.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lust in steps felt.
Lust is felt when a woman is in thought.
It gives you kicks. You feel such kicks till death.
Lust is spelt in touch, kiss and embrace.
It charges you; you feel such touch even as old.
Lust is spit in insertion and emission.
You can have it till you lose potency.
Lust by any form is set till you last.
Lust survives dryness of sperm, semen,
Potency, and infertility, to give lease to your life.
18.04.2001, pmdi[the above 3 as 1 poem
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lust has many exits
For the hunger to die,
we have to eat.
For the thirst to rest,
we have to gulp.
For the lust to rust,
we need no coitus.
There’re sub ways.
Even voyeur will do.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Sex originates from thoughts
There must be a woman in brain,
By seeing her in person or from a print
Or by visualization of her image,
Without which there is no arousal,
Without which there is no erection,
And without which there is no emission.
An image of woman in imagination
Is in action at the time of orgasm.
Copulation and masturbation
Alike demand that requirements.
Even for the sleep emission,
Must there be a woman in dream.
A woman in brain is a must
To serve you as sexual stimulant.
18.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shameless bees.
A neatly dressed woman came to our pavilion.
We were on our feet to rivet her attention.
Thinking herself as a queen, she heeded none.
She left the screen, making us beggars.
How adamant she had been, we behind!
We’ve had no shame as we are all sex-lorn.
20.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman is home
While the man stands,
His woman shall stand;
While the man falls,
His woman shall fall.
And when the woman falls,
Her home itself falls.
Home sans woman, no home.
03.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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2.........What is a woman to you?
What is a woman to you? ...........
what is a woman to you?
is she tall…short…thin…or plump?
what attracts you to her
is it her eyes, her smile, her breast
or is it her intelligence, her views on issues
the way she makes you feel
when she looks at you
what is a woman to you?
Do you like a woman who keeps a good house,
Raises your children, and
Flatters you constantly
Or do you like a woman who is career oriented,
Who will challenge you,
And support you in your endevours
What is a woman to you?
Is she aggressive, dominante, she’s the one on top,
Always the one on top
Or is she timid, shy,
lets you do anything you want,
you are the one in control what happens, not her
what is a woman to you?
only you can answer that questions
I’d just thought I’d ask……..
(june/2009)
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