The beauty, defined.
What is beauty?
Features, countenance or shape?
Affluence, youthfulness or robustness?
Elegance, briskness or deftness?
Cosmetics, costume or ornaments?
Intelligence, perseverance or endurance?
Grooming, cleanliness or decency?
Love, passion or lustfulness?
Honesty, loyalty or empathy?
Modesty, blush or reticence?
Or talent of art, music and dance?
To me any woman who feels young and sensual.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Every woman is a beauty.
Beauty comes from fame.
It can come from name.
Wealth, health, and youth
Also play their game.
Throne, crown, brown
Will enhance your frame.
Culture, nature and posture
Bring it up to shine.
Talents and smartness
Add to one’s beauty.
Countenance, profile,
Shape and curves, too.
Walks, speech and voice
Are the spices for beauty.
Honesty is her jewels.
Modesty is her pearls.
Women missing all
Altogether, are very rare.
That is why all women
Get their shares of men’s care.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You manifest in all.
If someone is lean you come to my mind.
Anyone bearing your name brings me your frame.
Sometimes any woman reminds me of you when
I detect some features like or unlike yours.
At times, no woman in view brings you to my view.
I can wind up to say that you torment me more
And more though longer and away you are.
My strong memory or your strong image,
My clayey heart or your castle: the cause?
No apathy to see you in every woman.
It is my pity. Show me your empathy.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There are no better cosmetics than a severe temperance and purity, modesty and humility, a gracious temper and calmness of spirit; and there is no true beauty without the signatures of these graces in the very countenance.
quote by Arthur Helps
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Manners count
It is your dress, cleanliness and manner,
Not your skin, countenance, and glamour,
That earns you a woman’s concern.
Your clean mind, clean teeth, clean habit,
Not your muscles, jewels and wallet
Are which earn you a woman’s concern.
Be your manner and calls above her reproach.
Refrain from over care and over indulgence.
Then you will have earned a woman’s concern.
You lend her your ear and not eye.
You tend her passion, not her lust.
You will have won her concern.
If you have no concern for women,
If you have no woman’s concern,
Then no use of you being born.
13.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Each attribute strikes a woman.
An actor by his romance, a model by his curve,
A sportsman by his frame, a wrestler by his muscles
Whips a woman’s passion.
An artist for his skill, an intellectual for his brain,
A sage for his piety, an executive for his cleanliness
Strikes a woman’s heart.
A rich for his lavishness, a clever for his maneuver,
A doormat for his servitude, a slave for adulation
Ripples a woman’s sense.
A Hitler of arrogance, a Ulysses of valour,
A Caesar of charisma, an Antony of glamour,
Humbles a woman’s ego.
Women flirt with them in person or in vision.
No exception, no exemption. Slip to err or err to slip.
Her mate can not be a match to her in all counts and hence.
12.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Her Poetic Countenance
An unfamiliar beauty, so beautiful, she dulled mine charm
A rich man I was with word, so poor I am now
For all my wit and my wit's gravity her beauty doth disarm
For her sensation animates my treasure on her dainty brow.
How beautiful doth beauty perceive thee
Painted by the stokes of spirit, spiritual rapture
So extraordinary doth passion play its delightful symphony;
Singing my poetry on thy countenance for mine hand to capture.
Blushing like a girl, for a girl my poem be
I want to pluck it charm and pen its sweet ink
Into the language of love that my heart doth see
Thine intelligence is beauty my poetry mine heart me think
I beg thee with elegance set foot into my sonnet and plant thy seed
So in my words thy countenance in my poetry one shall forever read.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Way is the key.
Conduct yourself to be loved by the woman.
Imbue in her confidence. Stand for her honour.
Disseminate her blush. Overcome her fear.
She will not junk you in the game of love, it’s sure.
03.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Only I Want
A woman in frame attacks my bone.
A woman in shape thrashes my flesh.
A woman with passion whips my heart.
A woman sensual clips my mind.
A woman with strong vibes locks my soul.
But you with love bind me for ever.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Music, Dancing & Passion
Come dance and feel the music flow through you.
It caresses you and heightens your senses.
The sensual moves touch your soul.
How exciting is this dance of passion?
Feel the tingle in your body,
it's the music making love to your senses.
Your breath becomes rapid,
your body moves faster to the beat
and your heart starts pounding in your chest.
The dance is like a great lover,
it knows how to touch you,
and it knows what your soul needs.
Come dance and feel the music,
let the music flow through you.
Come dance and let the music ignite your passion.
poem by Contessa van den Berg
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An old to live single is a hell
Your mother had mercy
When you were young.
Your children had sympathy
When they were young.
Your spouse shows empathy
When you grow invalid.
You struggle in hell
When you outlive your spouse.
The one who did sin
Will have his end like this.
28.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Love Sensual Women
I love sensual women and not passionate ones. A passionate woman closes her eyes, moans and shouts and the enjoyment of a passionate woman is blind.
A passionate woman writhes about, grabs you with her hands without looking where, clasps you, kisses you, even bites you and hurries to reach her climax as soon as she can. She has no time to display her sexual organs, no time to examine, touch with the hand and kiss your sexual organs, she is in such a hurry to slake her passion. Having slaked her passion, the passionate woman will fall asleep. The sexual organs of a passionate woman are dry. A passionate woman is always in some way or another mannish.
The sensual woman is always feminine.
Her contours are rounded and abundant.
The sensual woman rarely reaches a blind passion. She savours sexual enjoyment.
The sensual woman is always a woman and even in an unaroused state her sexual organs are moist. She has to wear a bandage on her sexual organs, so as not to soak them with moisture.
When she takes the bandage off in the evening, the bandage is so wet that it can be squeezed out.
Thanks to such an abundance of juices, the sexual organs of a sensual woman give off a slight, pleasant smell which increases strongly when the sensual woman is aroused. Then the juice from her sexual organs is secreted in a syrupy stream.
A sensual woman likes you to examine her sexual organs.
poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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Woman has taken over
Mane, hair, crest are all the male adornments
To claim the acceptance of the best female.
In the human kingdom, it is women who are adorned
With long hair, costumes and cosmetics.
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Cow selects bull. Man selects woman
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The lasting beauty.
The lasting beauty lies
not in surging breasts, chubby cheeks,
cloudy hair, fair skin and ornaments.
It lies in one’s aura and personality.
Often the common are sexy.
12.02.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Involvement gives happiness
The one is busy in trade, making money.
The other idles in arts and music.
The third withdraws in perseverance to God.
The fourth is in pursuit of women in vain.
The fifth fights in leading the sheep.
The sixth labour to be slave for ever.
Who is the happiest? All
27.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cleanliness and Happiness
Cleanliness! Cleanliness! Cleanliness!
Cleanliness ever gives you happiness! happiness! happiness!
For cleanliness is next to Godliness! Godliness! Godliness!
Keep your surroundings very clean,
Dust and tidy, wash and preen,
Spic and span-it must seem,
In an environment that does gleam.
Physical cleanliness is a must,
Brush your teeth and attend to bathing;
Clean your hair and wear clothes clean;
Be fresh and to be clean, be keen.
Flush all evil thoughts from your mind
And gush it with love and ever be kind;
Honesty and sincerity; goodness and cheerfulness
Implanted, will make one bounce with happiness.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Art of living
Swim, dance or play to trim your body.
Be conscious of your body for rich looks.
Learn arts and literatures to shape your emotion.
Listen to the environs to sharpen your senses.
Study arithmetic to stimulate your brain.
Think and meditate to widen your aura.
Then you are a wholesome woman or man.
Later in life you will not have much to regret.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lawful Claims
He is her man who makes her blush
And who turns her, before him, tense.
He is her man who makes her dumb
And who turns her, to his moves, mum.
He is her man to whom she grows
Wild in bewilderment and whom she minds.
She is his woman who sends him mad
Of her, and who blinds him, against all odds.
She is his woman, who haunts him,
And who without reasons imprisons him.
She is his woman to whom he wills
To file all his to win over her will.
If so, we two befit
I revived your bridal blush,
You, my youthfulness.
08.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thank You For The Music
Im nothing special, in fact Im a bit of a bore
If I tell a joke, youve probably heard it before
But I have a talent, a wonderful thing
cause everyone listens when I start to sing
Im so grateful and proud
All I want is to sing it out loud
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs Im singing
Thanks for all the joy theyre bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk
She says I began to sing long before I could talk
And Ive often wondered, how did it all start?
Who found out that nothing can capture a heart
Like a melody can?
Well, whoever it was, Im a fan
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs Im singing
Thanks for all the joy theyre bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
Ive been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing it out to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs Im singing
Thanks for all the joy theyre bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
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Victorious if not meritorious.
A boy wooed a girl. No wonder.
A lord coaxed a maid. No wonder.
A man hooked an estranged woman
Or a widow is courted. No wonder.
Love between a widow and a widower
Sparks and so does the extra marital sex
When they have grown beyond the age..
A man past the age won the love of a woman, a young mother of rpute.
It is the wonder of wonders,
worth reminiscing and ruminating.
24.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who of you I love?
While I loved you I loved your lankness.
While I loved you I loved your thinness.
Likewise I liked your reticence and coyness.
Which is the cause: you or your attributes?
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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