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Ovum and sperm

Ovum, stable and static,
represents Matter;
Sperm, mobile and motile,
represents Force.

Matter is dead without force.
Ovum is dead with out sperm.
Body is dead without soul.
30.07.97, Agartala.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Concept of the Death

What is death? Why is it? Who causes it?
Living things are animated objects.
The dead are so when unanimated.
Cessation of animation is death.

Who terminates the animation:
The soul or the body? Neither of them.
The soul leaves not that the body decays.
The body decays not that the soul leaves.

Neither the body nor the soul promotes
The death nor do they desert each other.
They together succumb to the pressure
Exerted by the force present outside

Death happens when the matters break down
By accidents of the external force,
Or when they weaken from the external stress
Or when they are eaten by the predators.

The flame is to burn till the matter lasts,
The life is to run till the body lasts.
The flame is to die with no more matter.
The life is to cease with no more addition.

Degraded and disintegrated
By saprophytes at different stages,
The dead matters turn basic elements
And settle as inorganic matters.

The elements add to the growth of plants,
Plants to the growth of the herbivorous
And the herbivorous to the carnivorous
With the participation of the life force.

The drive of the life force is to survive
Against the pressure of the external force
The life force builds up the matter in growth
And when it could not, it dies with the matter

The plants and animals form a network
Trough which runs the life force, which is the soul,
Whose drive is to feed, grow and procreate.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You are born of a fight.

Everyone is born of a sperm,
Which got hold of the ovum
After a stiff fight with billions.
Must you get without a struggle?
05.10.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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condom blocks union of sperm with ovum
but increases adultery
and early sex in childhood

quote by by John Celes
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Male is born to advance.

There is no history that
Ovum moved towards sperm.
Women are shy to advance.
Maneuver-less men are failure.
02.06.2002, pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A thought is a child.

A thought is conceived in one’s brain
By the fusion of memory, the ovum
And the perception, the sperm.
A child is a copy, not a duplicate.
12.07.2011

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The Concept Of The Soul

The candle is shut and the flame is out.
The candle is left and the life has set.
Before shut, the candle must have been lit.
The unlit candle can never be shut.

The being is dead and the life is out.
The body remains lifeless and sparkles.
Does the death mean the exit of the soul?
The soul to exit, when did it enter?

Is it that the soul has entered at birth?
No, the embryo has life before the birth.
Is it that the soul has entered at zygote?
No, the sperm and the ovum have their life.

Hens lay eggs, which turn chicks; they all have life.
No stage is void for the souls to enter.
The souls are the extension of the chicks
And the chicks, the extension of the hens

The child is the offshoot of its parents,
Who in turn are of their parents and so on.
The body and the life have struck to form
A unit when the first life was born.

Death is no more than the death of a shoot.
The death of the shoot is not the death of the tree
Nor is the death of the tree the death of the seeds
Nowhere else is broken the chain of the life.

When one begets the other, the other
Is of matter and life put together.
There are no such things as soul and body
To fuse at birth and depart at death.

Germs multiply by fissions and budding
Plants diversify by seeds and cuttings.
Birds by eggs, mammals by kids, they all spread.
Germs to mankind, the life is an extension.

The soul is a single string that has run
Through all living bodies, alive or dead:
Through germs, reeds and plants, through flies, worms and prawns
Through fish, snakes and birds and through. Cows and man.

Candles and flame are not bodies and soul.
The candle is lit before it is shut.
The body is not lit with the soul
For it to be out at the time of death.

Then what is the aftermath of the death?
Isn’t that the life is soul that went out?
Yes, the life goes, the soul goes, not as a whole.
The extended part of the life/soul dies.

Should the life be the soul, then there must be
Only one soul to have come with the first life.
The whole living kingdom has evolved
From the origin of life by evolution.

The plants imbibe the inorganic salts
And grow and the animals eat the plants.
When plants and animals exhaust themselves
The worms and germs eat them and release salts.

That the soul enters the body is a myth.
That the soul exits the body is a myth.
That the liberated soul reenters
Or is redeemed of rebirth is a myth.

In every birth the soul will protrude
And on each death the protrusion is off..
It is not that there are as many souls
As there are living things born and dead.

The whole universal life is one soul
That travels through the different branches
Of the matter in growth and adoption,
And is off when the branches meet their death.

09.01.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be wife elder

Ovum cells are released from the stock
And the age of woman does not matter.
Sperm cells are produced and then released.
So the age of man has an impact on them.
Old men produce children with dull brain.
Old women produce children quite smart.
Young man can choose elder woman to wed.
[a research paper says]
11.03.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: Lucky, Am I To Be A Human- being Born!

By Jove, what wonder and what miracle!
One sperm from a thousand millions alone,
Fused one ovum but without debacle;
To form me-everything, my flesh, blood, bone!

And what a thing, incredible, I say!
That I am born a human Being, full;
With body, mined and heart and soul; God’s way;
In His image and not a burly Bull!

I thank my Lord, my God, for my good birth;
I thank Him for this green planet called Earth;
I thank Him for making Heavenly mirth;
God showed His love supreme for man sans dearth.

So, let me live my days as per His code;
And one day be with Him in His Abode.

poem by John Celes
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Belief is the religion

No life could be born
Without the fusion of sperm and ovum.
No life could end with out a death.
Christ was born, Krishn was born,
Rama was born, without a sperm.
No one born could escape death.
Christ vanished, Krishn vanished,
Rama vanished, without a death.

We are told to believe and we do.
It is called religion
08.10.2003

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Man loses yet no loss.

An ovum grows at the ruin of a sperm.
A woman grows at the peril of a man.
Every love ends in loss to man.
Yet no man seems to regret the loss.

Loss is gain for man.
09.10.2003

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Bio nature

Sperm is meant to swim.
Ovum can reject or accept.
It never condemns.

Bull is meant to chase.
Cow can yield or flee.
It never scorns.

Man is meant to advance.
Woman can assent or descent.
But the woman alone betrays.

Shed virtuous posture;
Follow bio nature.
17.10.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Conept of the Birth

What is birth? Why is it? Who causes it?
The birth is the fusion of matter and force
That came into being by accident
And since then evolves like planets revolve.

As the wind blows and the water flows
In accordance with the external force
The living things grow and reproduce
In accordance with the external force.

The fire is to burn; the life is to burn.
The burning is growth, which both of them do.
Both must feed the matter to live and grow.
Both must get the fevour of wind to burn

The conversion of matter into life
Is the action of the internal force.
The conversion of life into matter
Is the action of the external force.

The external force is the Supreme
And the internal is the soul, you may say.
They are not separate nor opposite.
The soul is the outcome of the Supreme.

The life is like water in rivers.
The body is like banks in rivers.
The water extends the river course
The banks regulate the river force.

The air fans the flame and put it out.
The God flames the life and put it out.
What happens to the flame when it is shut
That happens to the life when put to death.

The living kingdom is just like a tree
The growth of each bud is the growth of the shoot.
It grows aided by the external force
And dies thwarted by the same force.

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The concept of the birth

What is birth? Why is it? Who causes it?
The birth is the fusion of matter and force
That came into being by accident
And since then evolves like planets revolve.

As the wind blows and the water flows
In accordance with the external force
The living things grow and reproduce
In accordance with the external force.

The fire is to burn; the life is to burn.
The burning is growth, which both of them do.
Both must feed the matter to live and grow.
Both must get the fevour of wind to burn

The conversion of matter into life
Is the action of the internal force.
The conversion of life into matter
Is the action of the external force.

The external force is the Supreme
And the internal is the soul, you may say.
They are not separate nor opposite.
The soul is the outcome of the Supreme.

The life is like water in rivers.
The body is like banks in rivers.
The water extends the river course
The banks regulate the river force.

The air fans the flame and put it out.
The God flames the life and put it out.
What happens to the flame when it is shut
That happens to the life when put to death.

The living kingdom is just like a tree
The growth of each bud is the growth of the shoot.
It grows aided by the external force
And dies thwarted by the same force.
09.01.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All Dead, All Dead

Memories, my memories
How long can you stay
To haunt my days
She came without a farthing
A babe without a name
So much ado about nothing
Is what shed try to say
So much ado my lover
So many games we played
Through every fleeted summer
Through every precious day
All dead all dead
All the dreams we had
And I wonder why I still live on
All dead all dead
And alone Im spared
My sweeter half instead
All dead
And gone
All dead...
All dead all dead
At the rainbows end
And still I hear her own sweet song
All dead all dead
Take me back again
You know my little friends
All dead
And gone
All dead and gone
Her ways are always with me
I wander all the while
But please you must forgive me
I am old but still a child
All dead all dead
But I should not grieve
In time it comes to everyone
All dead all dead
But in hope I breathe
Of course I dont believe
Youre dead
And gone
All dead
And gone

song performed by by Queen
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Dream

If a dream
Breaks even
In a dream
You get hurt
In your heart
As dream is
The driving force
Of your life
Without dream
Soul is dead
Life is like a cloud
Without rain
Body becomes a stem
Cut from a tree
Lies like a log
In a frosty fog.
So, make sure
The body is not fed
With that of the soul which is dead.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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Pleasure

Try to comprehend me
Before you tear the aorta
Stab with a knife...
...Once again
Cut throat does not compare
To the pleasure of raping a child
Following her,
I leered at her tiny boy
Watched her delicate moves
And that strange freshness
Now, she's just a dead,
Ripped corpse
...In the cut throat
I find my pleasure
Raping the child
You hatefully murder,
Then desecrate
My body
You should have
Done it before...
...Before you thought
Of revenge
I was molested
It doesn't matter now
Now it's blood
Now it's sperm
Cut throat,
Pleasure

song performed by by Yattering
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Sad to Witness

There for no purpose and rehearsing grief,
Just to please the ambitions of one man...
Who has gotten us in deep shit,
At our expense to satisfy a disturbed ego!
Is sad to witness!
But then again...
It has been sad to witness the fact,
That he represents so many like him
Who can not accept defeat
Without ensuring everyone feels
As insecure about failure as he does!
No matter what the cost or price to be paid!
It's just a way of life for him and those he represents!
Even though what's kept in movement...
Makes no bit of sense!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Driving drunk

Car all over the place
can not keep it on the road
but that does not matter you are only five miles from home

Off the divider, almost into a pole
back in the middle
almost home

The light turns red, but see you do not
right through the intersection never did you stop
hitting a mini van with such a great force
the people in the other car were dead instantly of course

You wake in the hospital handcuffed
to the bed
just found about the five kids and mom
that you made dead

So you lay in bed and wonder why you survived
because now you have to live with the quilt for the rest of your fucking life

poem by Vincent Armone
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Sonnet: On Test-tube Baby

When childless couples want a child of own,
And many years of married life has gone,
They can try having test-tube baby one -
A method successful, cheap and well-known!

Both partner's ovum, sperm are utilized;
In vitro fusion of gametes is done;
The doctors doing this are authorized;
The blastocyst is set for nidation!

A forty percent success does occur;
Not many complications can happen;
IVF is a global procedure;
Varieties have been added to our ken.

Welcome are Test-tube babies to this world;
To childless couples, they appear like gold!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 18-08-12

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Dead Against It

And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
Good God or my I cry and die and lie beside
She is the apple in my eye
She talked to god
I couldnt cope
Ord hope eloped
A dope she roped
This salty lie
And when shes dreaming, I believe
And when shes reading, I retreat
Cant believe her
Telling me shes dead again
Telling me shes dead against it
And deep my wound
Within for every second chance it was
Thy-tore
From deep within, despite the rain, my words are worn
She loves to talk into the phone
No matter who
No matter when
No matter where
No better than the faulty line
And when shes dreaming, I believe
And when shes reading, I retreat
Cant believe her
Telling me shes dead again
Telling me shes dead against it

song performed by by David Bowie
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