Taste is one way path.
A mere image of a woman
is capable of purring you.
As such, don’t mind no-response.
Her vision needs no concurrence.
19.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Angel or devil?
Other than woman, who is capable
Of raving up man’s passion and ambition
Till he goes out in exhaustion and desperation?
Is the woman an angel or a devil to man?
04.02.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sleep
I can't describe the feeling when
I'm in my bed asleep and then
I wake up with a vision blurred
And all my efforts are detered
To reconstruct this image lost
There're certain things my mind must do
and even though they're very few
The image glistens like a gem
Repairing is not one of them
So I'm awake though in my mind
The image thats so unrefined
is calling to me from the deep
and tempting me to fall asleep
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Here I Am...
Here I am.
I am woman I have always played to be.
I am powerful in the words I speak.
In the way I walk.
I am a woman who encourage the positive in each one of us.
We are graceful and adored.
It is time that we adore ourselves.
Exhale!
We are alive.
We are woman who carry the worlds image of us
Here I am Woman
Of my on image
Who and what I want to be
I will tell how I feel
I will tell you how I need to be treated.
I respect me and you will too
I am woman
With attitude of a diva.
Am a woman of my higher power beliefs.
I am Woman.
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The treachery
A man is capable of falling
In love with more than one woman
At a time and pursuing them alike.
A woman is capable of getting
Love from more than one man
At a time and encouraging them alike.
Loving is a feeding to men.
Being loved is feeding to women.
Both are capable of treachery.
12.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Now that august is gone
Now that august is gone
And we all know that all augusts come and go
Is this woman? a woman of vertue,
Is this woman? a super woman
Is this woman? a woman of mission and vision
Is this woman? classy and stylish
Is this woman? preffesional or house wife
And the woman of action and motion
A woman of courage and resilence
A woman of liberation and liberty
A woman of passion and compassion
A woman of thoughts and opinions
A woman of empathy and sympathy
A woman of concerns and kindness
.
A woman of confrontation or insecurity
A woman of altracation or tranquility
A woman of ambition or armunition
A woman of redeemtion or detention
A woman of power or affection
Is this woman a woman
I am not questining you, woman!
I was questioning this woman
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A prelude as to what is after death.
Who you grew with, who you lived with
And who you worked with are all gone or invalid,
Outdated or scattered, and no longer near you.
Who are near you are new to you,
knowing no merit of your past.
You live with an image having no image.
Yes, it is prelude as to what is after one’s death.
05.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman is better content.
For a woman,
Coitus is not ultimate.
Foreplay will do.
If not, kisses and touches,
If not, subtle amorous words,
If not, alluding words,
If not, mere admiration
And if not visual contacts,
Will do to release her libido.
Hardly does she slip to adultery.
14.03.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To be completely stripped bare of any image power or my hair. To step onstage and get the response that I got blew any problems I had about self-image out the door.
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Basic drives
You have drive for skill, power and wealth
You have drive for name, fame and acceptance.
You have drive for woman, her company and her response.
Mind, the drive for woman is the cause for other drives.
More solace from a win of woman
than a win in battle.
31.05.2001, Palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind!
Seeing and hearing,
Is it eye that see?
Is it ear that hear?
Eyes are windows of Mind,
Like are ears, eyes have eyelids, ears remain open!
Seeing is not perceiving,
Light passes through the small camera,
Giving picture of world around,
Yet mind is the processor,
Process the data,
Process the colourful image,
Sometime filling with its own colour!
But it is not vision,
mind sees something itself,
Seeing through the mind without the help of eyes
Neither windows opened,
Nor light from open windows affect!
Mind is that faculty sees something within,
And day by day the vision become clear,
When mind learns it is not the seer,
It sees everything clear,
Clearly presented to the master,
And Self is the master of Mind,
When mind is pure and clear,
Without prejudice and suspense traits,
Self perceives self in its true nature,
Nothing goes bad,
processed food for thought remain good for ever!
one who sees eyes as seer,
He is ignorant,
One who sees mind as a seer,
Knows not,
One whose mind sees the seer is different,
Vision get purified, seer can see through the mind,
Scenes seen by mind with eyes closed,
when perceived by seer,
It becomes vision of life,
And that vision when becomes ambition of life,
Ambition becomes aspiration,
Aspiration transforms into mission,
Mission transmits wisdom and genius of self!
Self becomes master Of mind
Self becomes master Mind,
Master and mind becomes one,
Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind
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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
My dreams are of a
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
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The nicest talks about woman.......
The nicest talks about woman.......
The woman the society was divided in the middle, she breeds his another equity.
Commensurate with a love of the woman her revenge is.
The stupidest woman is capable of cheating the most intelligent man.
The woman maybe will pardon the treason but don't forget it.
a woman heart`s is a pearl needs a skilled hunter.
the more beautiful way to let the woman change her suggestion, is agree with her.
The satan the professeur of the man and the student of the woman.
The woman like the soft herbs the breeze bends in front of but he is not broken by the storm.
The honest woman makes you swallow, and intelligent she agitates your interest, and a beauty to attract you, and the softy wins you.
The woman is always afraid of the intelligent man who mocks her.
The woman will remain an unidentified riddle, while the man believes that he is being capable of his dissolution.
The woman smiles when she is victorious, and she cries when she wants
The woman remain in twentieth in her age, till the last moment in her life.
the woman learnt from the snake: The dancing.. The perfidy.. and long tongue.
The woman lights the fire by her smile, and she tries to extinguish her by her tears.
Not the woman who birth the children, a woman who make to grow them.
The woman without virtue, like a rose without a nice smell.
the last thing die in a man is his heart, and in a woman is her tongue.
The woman like the lyre gives her secret to who knows the playing on her.
The woman a satan whose manufacture is perfect...
and still more and more..
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Passion and vision
There must be some familiarity for passion,
Though much familiarity brings aversion
There must be some distance for vision,
Though too long or too short, it blurs the vision.
24.12.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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She Is A Woman
Our whole existence revolves
Her presences around make things transform
She has a vision
Capable to strengthen
She is a woman
And can make the organization function
She knows how best to handle a situation
Her actions plans are almost certain
She is a woman
And loves to lead more than often
Life in essence
Can be social influence process
Her strong emotions can have
Charismatic effects
She is a woman
And does things with determination
Her dreams are as deep as ocean
Her passion for coordination
Will toughen our actions
She is a woman
And will never let our spirits dampen
She know how to shape the workplace
For all the events
From effort estimation to expenditure to task strategy
There are no boundaries
All her interactions are human
There is a stronghold
She is a woman
And never gives ups from nine to eleven
Life can be just a prayer
For a woman who has ability to factor in
The emotions in herself and others
Contributes to leadership with great vigor
She is a woman
And loves to do it in style and fashion
She is a woman with passion!
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Where the mistake never teaches:
Man refuses to learn from the past mistakes.
Having bitten by women after woman,
He still goes woman after woman
27.12.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cats Are
cats are
they come go
accept reject
in independent thought
in secret feline thought
loyal to moments in time
enjoying totally in luxury
exultation of comfort purring
day vision night vision shifts
shifting in time
shifting in mind
shifting in mood
light changes seen through
optical shifts in feline slit eyes
adjusting light sound perception
living moments lapping contentment
changes changes of timeless sleep
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Both sexes are unequal
A woman won’t mind being a co-wife.
A man can’t bear being a co-husband
Can both sexes be at par in marital status?
18.01.2003, Ariyakkudi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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A love of two sexes.
**
A man and a woman were in love
In spirit, by mind and with soul.
Now she is gone off the earth.
Her presence had soothed his soul.
The remembrance of her burnt his sap.
Her vision gave light to his eyes.
Her absence torched his eyes.
The world was nothing to them.
Were they in turn to the world?
No roads could reach them.
No eyes could catch them either.
They whispered in each other’s ears,
Perspired in the exchanges of glances.
Now she is dead and put on fire.
The flame left her alive, him dead.
A true story of the two
Who were not married to each other.
08.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The mode of attraction
He is struck by her sight;
He is lured by her curves;
He is aroused by her image.
Her flesh is his ultimate.
She is nonchalant at first;
She is moved in company;
She is aroused in sequences.
His hold is her ultimate.
A visual stimulus of woman
Is enough to arouse a man.
Amorous sequences of events
Are needs to arouse a woman.
Mere porn can lure a man;
But in story form, it lures a woman.
He wants to hold;
She wants a hold.
14.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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