No single object is like you
In a heap of coal I see your hair;
In bean’s petals, I see your odd lips,
In cashew apple your invisible breasts,
In empty bladder your flattened stomach,
In leanness of crane your svelte limbs,
In freshness of shoot, your youthful skin
But none of them in its own is akin
To the glow your parts have, the angel!
04.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love has no cause
Crooked lips stand not in the way,
Manly nose is too.
So are cashew apple breasts.
So are manly tone and thin plait.
As shy fruit, you never deterred.
As a forbidden apple you never bored.
Then which is the cause?
To find the cause, I am still in love.
17.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All in one cannot be good
An orchid provokes one by its ornamental flowers.
A coconut strikes one with bunches of nuts.
So do the cashew with its apple and
Pine with branches in good shape.
If all in one, can each strike that much?
No, in you your lips are distinct
That hooks me, with other parts in oblivion.
06.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The femme fatale
Had not that thin locks been yours,
Had not that queer lips been yours,
Had not that cashew apple chest been yours,
Those could not at all have been seductive.
To me, only you are femme fatale.
09.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Evil of rivalry
Be it a root, shoot, bark or leaves,
Be it sepals, petals, ovary or seeds.
No rivalry, no infighting, no usurpation.
Their goal is to live their parts and die.
They have no sixth sense to rival.
22.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poets fool
Her eyes are like doe’s and lips, like rose.
Can doe’s eyes and rose like hers excite?
Her hair is like coal and skin, gold.
Can coal and gold like hers stimulate?
Her breasts are apple and teeth, pearl.
Can apples and pearls like hers entice?
Poets fool you as you want to be fooled.
11.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Too high is too dear
.
Your ebony skin outshines any brownish,
And your cashew apple, any apple.le.
Your warring teeth and queer lips intrigue.
Yes, you are hard owned, too high for others.
A queen allures
03.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The result of love failure
With all freshness after bath
When you go at night to bed
With a man whom you have wed
You are not to know how bad
I crawl pinning in my bed.
21.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Scent of cacao beans
Oh! This heart inside my chest
That bit faster when I get
Your presences, I imagine
You and I on my bed
I know the Swedish people
Like the coffee beans so much
But I’ve got a better bean
With Ecuadorian style
You tasted the flavor, smelled the scent
This Creole white chocolate
The sweethes cacao bean you’ve ever tasted
So come and kiss me on my lips
Taste this flavor of cacao beans
I’ve got this scent on my skin
Please make me your daily drink
Come and give me a drink of chocolate
To excited my hot skin
My body is scented by this cacao bean
And you are with the flavor of my skin
You’re my drink that taste like chocolate
That excited my hot skin
My body is scented by this cacao bean
And you are with the flavor of my skin
‘Cause my whole body is shaking
When I think about you
‘Cause I need my hot beverage
To calm this muse
I really need those kisses that you brought
I can’t forget them, that’s my thought
So come and kiss me on my lips
Taste these Creole cacao beans
My body is scented by this bean
And you are with the flavor of my skin
Come and give me drink of chocolate
To excited my hot skin
My body is scented by this cacao bean
And you are with the flavor of my skin
poem by Michael Vinicio Camacho Menéndez
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Supremacy is the beauty
Chubby lips, plump cheeks, massive breasts, fleshy buttocks,
Blunt nose, hairy skin, coarse hair and black eyes
Are the features the Dravidians inherited from the Negros.
Thin lips, flat cheeks, rounded breasts, slated buttocks,
Long nose, pale skin, silky hair and brown eyes
Are the features Aryan inherited from the White race.
Aryans are held beautiful by their cultural supremacy.
30.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Breasts' best time
A woman’s breasts
Are at their best
At her conception stage,
So firm, so juicy,
So in form and so sexy.
25.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Hindu woman beauty
Translucent neck, crescent forehead,
Bow like eyebrow, doe’s eyes,
Hilly cheeks, cherry lips,
Beaky nose, milky teeth,
With back dropp of cloudy hair
Provide a countenance. It strikes.
Snake-gourd arms, tulip palm,
Snaky fingers, eggi nails,
Dicot branching breasts
Decking out like cashew apples,
Banyan leaf like belly
Provide a profile. It hooks.
Boat like beam, banana stem thighs,
Pomegranate open fruit in between,
Crane legs and the feet
As tapering as the bud of banana
Inflorescence,
Provide a receptacle. It arreats.
Then a woman has no need
To be adorned and ornamented,
To catch hold of a king.
24.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Source
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from where
it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,
in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with
glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment. From there it
comes to kiss baby's eyes.
The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps-does
anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that a young
pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn
cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew
washed morning-the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he
sleeps.
The sweet, soft freshness hat blooms on baby's limbs-does
anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was
a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent
mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on
baby's limbs.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Squalor & Chips
My angel of the night
came down the stairs of morning
his hair, brown locks of greasiness,
his mouth, those sweet lips, yawning.
He stopped three steps from earth that day
and gazed at trainers in his way
and then as I began to pray,
stepped over and ignored them.
He took four steps across the room
he missed the cloth, the pan, the broom
and squashed cold chips, bare footed
upon the kitchen flooring!
Alas my fallen angel there,
sat his bottom on a chair
and sweeping hand through tousled hair,
ate his breakfast without care.
Without thought for chips all squashed,
flattened on that kitchen floor.
A floor so needy for a wash
as I exclaimed, "Oh my dear God! "
I found the mop, the bucket too
I cleaned the floor, mopped up the goo
and then I had a notion to,
but my angel wouldn't let me through.
Squashed chips on the kitchen floor
last nights washing up,
sticky table, dustbins full
and an empty coffee cup.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Colours localized.
Dark hair, not dark skin,
White teeth, not white hair,
Red lips, not red blood,
Yellow skin, not yellow teeth
would please.
What harm did the colour do?
11.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Strangers Stir
In maiden contact with a maiden,
A touch of her on any part is erotic.
A kiss is terrible, even on
Her bloodless hair and nail.
Mere kiss on her very lips
Can bring you orgasm,
Which the copulation might fail to
When with one’s spouse
17.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Walk Invisible, Pt 1
An angel here
An angel there
Glory here
Glory there
So a walk in the invisible
A blessing here
A blessing there
A treasure here
A treasure there
So a walk in the invisible
Joy here
Joy there
Here happiness
There happiness
So a walk in the invisible
Angel guiding
Angel protecting
Angel encouraging
Angel enlightening
So a walk in the invisible
A demon scared
A demon running
A demon afraid
A demon vanishing
So a walk in the invisible
A soul afflicted
A soul cherished
A soul helped
A soul encouraged
So a walk in the invisible
A walk in the invisible
So interesting so inspiring
An interaction with the invisible beings
A realm of pure glory and pure joy
And so a walk in the invisible continues
poem by Obed Akuma
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Outside
They took away
my money and bag
took away my
house and land
lay me on the sand.
I am here
near ganga
and in empty stomach.
I am here
near mahodadhi
and in empty stomach.
I am here
looking Nilachakra
alldays always
in empty stomach.
They snatch away
may language
They thrown me out
from the sky
they are my nearby.
who is there
outside my house
where is my earth
where is my worth.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Make me a cheat, dear.
Is your refusal to see me from
My perusal to see you?
Is your refusal to requite love
My perusal to repeat?
Is not the unfurling petals for
The untiring beetles?
For your momentary pleasure?
For one more to your portfolio?
I like you to be a cheat
As by that you’ll be upbeat.
06.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be a cheat, dear.
Is your refusal to see me from
My perusal to see you?
Is your refusal to requite love
My perusal to repeat?
Is not the unfurling petals for
The untiring beetles?
For your momentary pleasure?
For one more to your portfolio?
I like you to be a cheat
As by that you’ll be upbeat.
06.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In sheer beauty my mistress’ eyes exceeds the sun (in answer to William Shakespeare)
In sheer beauty my mistress’ eyes exceeds the sun,
her lips is more pretty than it’s rising,
her breasts are tender and pure, each one
with a pink fragility, rose tipped, quite amazing
and no wires or even wheat or corn is apt to the hue
of her fair hair, or as tender as its strings
and her breath, her odour outshines that of her retinue
and in its freshness reminding me of new awakenings
and some coy innocence is in the blush on her cheeks
when alluring she is passionate and ready for my delight
and almost hungrily, reaches seeks
for my company, my body as a lily of the night:
spreading her petals, unfolding, drawing me into her embrace
in sheer magic, using almost divine grace.
[Reference: Sonnet 130 My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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