The bliss and the curse
A possessive spouse is bliss.
You are in her care. A curse too;
You are a suspect to her.
04.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The curse and bliss
Possessive parent is a curse;
I was pampered.
Possessive spouse is a curse;
I was shackled.
Possessive child is bliss;
I am secure.
06.0.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fairness to genders
Which woman has not got a child
That has not fled with its spouse?
It is the curse for the woman.
Which man has not got a love
That has not slipped with her husband?
It is the curse of the man.
God is fair in distribution
Of woes, though not bliss to genders.
20.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mother’s glory
You lose your mother twice,
One in getting your spouse
And the other in her demise,
First a half and then the rest.
Mother is the only creature
Who before dropp your defects.
30.01.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Spouse Always
Always I remember the boldness in the stance you take,
So every particle of food is digested, trodden and bitten.
Always the memory of you contains laughter,
Some of us lift the sheets we slept in
To find a sleeping spouse still present on them.
The giggling supports our bold job, the criticism is present,
Yet some of us live on, and on, and on together.
The woken spouse loved me always,
Some knowledge penetrated me all through the day.
It reflected through the stance and manner,
The religion was its own, now that the spouse lived.
May the spouse be equalled and be like me,
May the spouse be sponsored by me,
It magically appeared, this religion, for me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Possessive
Being possessive is not a clever thing
as you can so easily lose
what you are possessive about.
Everything needs a little freedom in their lives
to sit by themselves and think.
If you deprive them of that,
you are driving a wedge between you both.
Not everyone is born the same,
and if you try to get them to do
only what you want them to do.
You might just find one day that
they are walking away from you.
You have to let people live
without keeping an eye on them all the time.
You have to trust them to be true to you.
The least you trust the more likely they are
to turn their back on you forever.
9 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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Wife's curse
Man has a wary eye
Upon his spouse
Though he is weary of her.
It is wives’ curse.
17.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sometimes I Do Suspect
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more
than chemical urges in the blood.
Sometimes I do suspect
that life goes on
up to a single event;
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sonnet to My Wife
The curse of Adam, the old curse of all,
Though I inherit in this feverish life
Of worldly toil, vain wishes, and hard strife,
And fruitless thought, in Care's eternal thrall,
Yet more sweet honey than of bitter gall
I taste, through thee, my Eve, my sweet wife.
Then what was Man's lost Paradise!—how rife
Of bliss, since love is with him in his fall!
Such as our own pure passion still might frame,
Of this fair earth, and its delightful bow'rs,
If no fell sorrow, like the serpent, came
To trail its venom o'er the sweetest flow'rs;—
But oh! as many and such tears are ours,
As only should be shed for guilt and shame!
poem by Thomas Hood
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I Suspect
I suspect...
You are the only one who knows,
What you are doing.
And I suspect,
You also choose the way you feel,
When this you do.
Whether that color is bright,
Sunny and yellow mellow.
Or royal blue to appear as you do,
In the dumps with clouds gray...
That appear to be near you to subdue.
I suspect...
Any cheerfulness you get,
Comes from your chasing of rainbows.
After your eyes have dropped rain...
From many tears you've wept.
With no bucket of gold,
At the end of those chased rainbows.
I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade...
With a showering done,
Of a negligence you wish to pour on me.
And this I will not accept,
To be in a darkened blackness on bended knees.
Not me!
You wont find me trying to please your disrespect.
I'm on the go and I am green.
Keeping my mind opened,
To experience refreshing beneficial scenes.
Romancing an agony?
You will not find yourself doing that here with me.
I suspect...
There is a controlling of me you wish to do.
In a closeness together...
I will not allow us to get.
Or you attempt to pursue.
And I suspect you have a selfishness.
Since only those things you wish to do...
Disregards what my wishes are with much disrespect.
Yes.
I've noticed that about you too.
And I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you quite upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade to redirect.
And I suspect,
You are afraid...
I don't need you to make my decisions.
And this you are correct.
I wont live a negativity...
As you do at your best.
I suspect...
You don't know me,
As well as you think you do.
I suspect you believed,
For you I'd be a fool.
Why should I want that kind of life with you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One with Darkness
When ever I go out I go out fighting
Screaming for chance to finally end up dying
I have to murder to fulfill my end of this deal
Death is imminent, but something that I’ll never feel.
This is my curse, this is my curse
Sign upon the bloody line I should’ve thought of first
This is my curse, this is my curse
This is my curse, this is my curse
Killing for a living this can’t get any worse
This is my curse, this is my curse
How can I ever love someone else
When murder is my life, and I can’t even love myself
Every night I wake up next to another dead whore
Someone please stop me I don’t want to murder anymore
poem by Justin Schock
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I shut my eyes
Let the selfishness of my co-born
Be unknown to me.
Let my parents’ bias against me
Be unknown to me.
So be my spouse’s unfaithfulness.
Let me suspect it to be not true
If at all it came to be known.
I must live with them.
I must live in peace.
25.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Possessiveness
A possessive wife is a fortune.
It gives all the comforts.
But you lose freedom.
Your lust is imprisoned.
Comforts give pleasure.
Freedom gives happiness.
Freedom is supreme.
A possessive wife
Is suited to a meak husband
Otherwise it is a hell.
23.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Live It As It Exists
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect...
That, with time, gets for others,
Less accessible...
With no regrets.
Trust is a factor,
And the key to one's peace.
'Some' one knows do not honor this.
And eventually are discovered,
To be the core of disharmony...
Within a friendship that is thought to be,
Closer than it is in reality!
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.
And when respect is an issue,
Anyone has to raise?
With those trusted in an inner circle,
That had not before been appraised?
Something about the need for this...
Should not be argued but dealt with quick!
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.
With a peace of mind,
One should not have to define...
But live it as it exists.
There is no need for a quarrel,
To begin over it!
One should have what one deserves.
And to live it as it exists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mister Blissett
Buddha beatific,
ORAtoric rhetoriffic
Howlin’ Harlequinne Heirophant:
Tongue-
A-Tone-a
-maTurgy.
Shaman Synticillant
chanting, in-canting
iridescent, incandescent,
effervescent Xcellency!
Follow your bliss:
whispered whim of wisp
aches the rattle,
shakes side saddle
magick carpet,
raging rainbow ride!
Follow your bliss:
whim without a wanting wisp;
allusive, elusive
bliss-fish this.
Follow your bliss:
whatever your wish;
Buddha beatific
oraTarotic rhetoriffic.
The MR. blissett bids bliss:
on the chant of a charm-a
karmaclaspkiss...
(for bill bissett)
Radiant Danse uv Being: A Poetic Portrait of bill bissett, Nightwood Editions 2006
copyright R Resh 2004
poem by Randy Resh
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Theists to know
Woman as a mother
Is the most sacrificing,
The most possessive
And the most biased one.
But for her, human life
Could not sustain.
Man as a lover
Is the most sacrificing,
The most possessive
And the most biased one.
But for him, woman’s life
Would not prosper.
Theists must know about these.
23.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You and I are poorer.
Which wife is nobler than
Who hire maids to feed her spouse
So that he does not stray out?
Which maid is abler than
Who bears seeds of the lord
To give her spouse a high breed?
Which husband is higher than
Who overlooks incest relations
So that his spouse is free off scandals?
You and I are poorer.
19.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do You Suspect I Have Money?
You care about me?
For how long,
And since when?
The last time I saw you,
You ignored me totally.
That's when I decided,
To return my car.
I couldn't afford to drive it.
Remember?
And I would pick you up...
And we would then just ride.
You care about me?
Was this before or after,
Your recent recovery from amnesia?
Or am I the one suffering,
From a breakdown of consciousness?
You care about me?
Why?
Do you suspect I have money?
And I pinch pennies as a hobby?
You care about me?
Why?
Have you lost your friends?
And other ways to survive?
Or...
Have you discovered your pretentions kept,
Worthless.
And you believe I have some,
You perceive I am willing to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How sweet!
My spouse is distinct from his/her parents. How sweet!
My spouse is distant from his/her siblings. How sweet!
My spouse is not befriending opposite sex. How sweet!
To keep her/him in my custody- how sweet!
08.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Mole In My Face
with what is happening
in our political arena
(i am speaking of my
philippines my philippines)
the mole in my cheek
has become a curse
whatever good i do
becomes suspect.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bird Song - Kookaburra
I suspect the Kookaburra,
For his methods are not thorough
In his highly-praised campaign against the snakes,
And the small birds, one and all,
Curse him for a cannibal
Though he certainly is cheerful when he wakes.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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