The Calving Cow is More A Beauty
Dear Aditi Gowtrikar,
You are Mrs. World 2001.
Before you were crowned,
I knew you as a model
And took you as a damsel.
I was mad under your spell.
Had not you been married,
Had not you calved,
Could you be that captive?
Doubtful.
A married woman and
A mother-woman
Are more in glow.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Fake Doctor
The fake doctor raped the married woman! !
For he saw the beauty of the woman and moved his libido;
But this married woman consulted him for an advice,
And he said that the devil made him did that.
Who did the act?
Was it the devil or this man?
And the unsuspecting victim was a married woman;
But the fake doctor raped her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Woman, Oh Woman (A Song)
Woman, Oh woman
Why do you make me feel
Every time I'm near you
My heads a spinning wheel
Woman, Oh woman
What have you done to me
Woman, Oh woman
Did you cast a spell on me
Woman, Oh woman
When you touch me, I chill
When you kiss me, I'm in heaven
I've known nothing so real
Woman, Oh woman
When I gaze into your eyes
I'm blinded by the passion
I feel that's deep inside
Woman, Oh woman
Did you over do your spell
My hearts in many pieces
It sadens me to tell
Woman, Oh woman
What have you done to me
Woman, Oh woman
Did you cast a spell on me
Woman, Oh woman
In sadness I do tell
My hearts in tiny pieces
Did you over do your spell.
poem by Bill Simmons
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I Am Not A Woman...
I am not a woman that loves with a heart
I am not a woman that's silly and smart
I am not a woman with open wounds
I am not a woman that's more attuned
I am not a woman that you hold dear
I am not a woman that has no fear
I am not a woman that's loved or lost
I am not a woman that doesn't know the cost
I am not a woman that's hurting inside
I am not a woman that has no foolish pride
I am not a woman that can't look you in the eye
I am not a woman alone that cries
I am not a woman that's imprisoned with chains
I am not a woman that holds her will in vain
I am not a woman, or mother, or friend
or wife, or daughter, or one to depend
I am not a woman of all and more
Because I gave it away to the one I adore
what's left is all you see
Just a woman that truly believes
There's nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It's a thing no married man knows anything about.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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I had, of course, no model for that sort of woman being married, but I can make that up as I go along.
quote by Elizabeth Moon
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Hoy 613
I am married to an Ethiopian woman and,
You are very much worried about it;
But the code for your salvation is 'HOY 613' and,
I will keep on holding on for this love.
The stone is a witness against you and,
Of the flint knives of circumcision around you;
But, she was a very beautiful woman to meet at last.
I know that you are a peaceful and a humble man,
But she was a virgin and i married her!
And i took her to save her name among the lot.
Bring your loot of stray animals back to me and,
Let me take you to a place called the 'Caller's Spring';
For the malak of Yahweh called me from heaven and,
I answered him with the care of this woman.
'HOY 613',
Do not hang them out in the broad day light;
For i keep on searching to get my taste and,
I need this woman beside me always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Divorced
TWO COUPLES are drifting the self-same way
(Men of the world know well)
From the ballroom glare as the night grows grey
(Men of the world can tell).
Many are round them who know, and knew,
But men of the world are blind;
That couple in front has nought to do
With the couple that comes behind.
The woman starts on her partner’s arm,
For a reason he could not tell—
She trips and she laughs the Society laugh,
That men of the world know well.
If she laughs too suddenly, talks too fast,
We are deaf as well as blind—
’Twas only the ghosts of the girlish days
When she married the man behind.
He feels a pang where his heart had been
(For a reason he cannot tell).
A spasm that mars the cynical smile
That men of the world know well.
A spasm that’s known in Society,
And by many men “out of the hunt”.
’Tis only the ghosts of his boyish hopes
When he married the woman in front.
And the man in front, and the woman behind
(Oh, Society’s smile and bow!)
They are too well-bred to ask even in thought
What has come to their partners now.
But the couples drift in Society’s stream
To the kerb where the two cabs wait—
It was all because of what others had said,
And a word that was spoken too late.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Is marriage inevitable?
Meena-
I loved her.
She was more than an angel.
I married her.
She was less than a devil.
Beena-
She was the mother of pearl.
Someone married.
She is still to me a pearl
or more than a mother of pearl.
Marriage-
Is it a death knell to love?
Love-
Is it alive like a mirage?
23.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Women
This world is, because of the woman
this universe is, because of the woman
nothing exists without the woman
our existence is, because of the woman.
Why being a woman then
should be humiliation?
Why a woman then
should face indignation?
always the woman becomes the prey...?
always the woman has no say.....?
The woman is a mother, also a mother–in-law
the woman is a sister, also a sister-in-law
the woman has many roles to play
a daughter-in-law perfects that night & day.
Why then a woman does
torture another woman?
Why does a ma-in-law
torches a daughter in-law?
Why does a woman destroy another’s world?
Why does jealousy overcomes a sister-in-law?
In the woman, power is manifest,
yet she is unaware and that is a jest.
she becomes Durga when in rage
telling everyone, she is no sage
the woman is where, awakening is there
her absence creates crematoriums everywhere.
Why do then a woman abhor the birth of a female?
Wants a child, whose gender is male?
the male is indebted to her for the courage and life
yet no rewards for the woman, her entire life.
This is the story of the woman, full of anguish
Plight of a woman is because of another’s wish
Exploitation of the woman could not have taken place
Had a woman given the other a little more space.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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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
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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He Married
My father married a nurse!
He, my father, married a teacher
He never married out of being forced
So, he chose to marry a leader
A maiden, an edifice of beauty!
His attempt wasn't thwarted
So, he tied the knot with a deity
And thereafter never parted
Even till tomorrow, he's still with his lady
My father married a cook!
Dishes served to his content, he never bothers
It is never a fluke!
My father married my mother
She is the plant, he is the water
poem by Alawoki Akeem Opeyemi
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at the train station somewhere in Canada
and so it was evening
a Kenyan woman asks you if you are Chinese
and if you are married and if you have kids
& how many
on the pavement just below the bench
a white man is drunk
and could not carry himself back
on his feet
the Kenyan woman asks if you are waiting
for someone
and you point to the white man
who wriggles to signify that he still
hears both of you
talking about him
the train arrives and you both go inside
the Kenyan woman and you
you tell her that you are not Chinese
you are not married
and that you simply want to go back home
she says her teen age child is lost.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Venus The Goddess Of Beauty
Of people jumping from bed to bed without house numbers! !
But why should a married woman sleep with another man?
Selfishness without a clue!
But why should a married man sleep with another woman?
And from Venus the Goddess of Beauty is what we share around today;
But the mystic of her vision is so far away! !
So let your teacher and your paster teach you well,
For the people around us are jumping from one bed to another in the name of flirt!
And they are now like a tasteless breafast hurriedly cooked on fire.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Try It (I'm In Love With A Married Man)
I think of you each day
I think of you at night
Do you think about me, darling,
when you make love to your wife?
The world won't understand
my affair with a married man
(Try it, try it, try my love)
Try my love
(Why won't you try it, try it)
I'm in love with a married man
Do you think of us on weekends
when you're with your family
Are you lonely when you're with her
and do you ever long for me?
As I get down on my knees
As I cry myself to sleep
(Try it, try it, try my love)
Try my love
(Why won't you try it, try it)
I'm in love with a married man
Oh lord, the risk is me
I've done for you what I can
I'm in love with a married man
(Try it, try it, try my love)
Try my love
(Why won't you try it, try it)
I'm in love with a married man
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Married Men
(bugatti - musker)
Producers for bonnie: ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Bonnie recorded this song in 1979 for the film the world is full of married men. the lyrics are taken from the japanese single.
The world is full of married men
With wives who never understand
Theyre looking for someone to share
The excitement of a love affair
Just as soon as they find you
They wine you and dine you
You fly on the wings of romance
But in the eyes of the world
Youre just another crazy girl
Who loves a married man
Oh your love is a secret
And youve got to keep it
As long as you can
No dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
The world is full of married men
Oh yeah you make him feel so young
But his wife will still be number one
He promises to marry you
Just as soon as his divorce
Comes through
And its not just a fling
He swears its the real thing
A love that could last till the end
As hes driving away
You know its true what they say
About married men
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men
Oh hell run when the scandal
Gets too hot to handle
Hell say I just want to be friends
They hell walk out of your life
Hell go home to his wife
cause hes a married man
Oh your love is a secret
And youve got to keep it
As long as you can
No dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
The world is full of married men
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men
Hell walk out of your life
And go home to his wife
A married man
Dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men....repeat and fade
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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A Story Of A Marriage Counselor
..he is a simple man
married to an ordinary woman
the man teaches science
the woman serves as legal clerk
25 years married without a child
so they adopted the baby place beside their door
they did not know where the baby came from
they say she is a gift from God
the girl for what genes she has
turned into a woman with hysteria like Ida Bauer
got pregnant
but cannot pinpoint who from among her three lovers is the father of her child
the simple couple now gets a grandchild
so glad
the new baby has not father to speak of
they go back to the cycle
the beginning about the pleasure that the baby once left beside the fence
gave them
unspeakable bliss
of course, this shall not be
a sad story
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Learning English
I was taught four lines to begin with.
1 Good morning.1 How do you do?
3 Are you married? 4 How many children?
I tested them with the first woman I met.
Good morning: good morning.
How do you do: fine.
Are you married? Not yet.
How many children? A slap on my cheek.
What went wrong? Is sequence changed?
I tried it again with another woman.
Good morning: good morning
How do you do? Fine.
Have you got children? Two.
Are you married? A slap on my cheek again.
I quit learning English.
25.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Never Bite A Married Woman On The Thigh
Never bite a married woman on the thigh oh my
Cause she just can't rub it off no matter how she'll try
And when she gets home at night her man will ask her why
Then she'll say it's just a birthmark or some other silly lie
But he'll get suspicious and then he will start to pry
Then she'll get hysterical and she will start to cry
And he'll say I don't blame you but tell me who's the guy
So she'll admit to everything and he will say bye-bye
And he'll buy an airline ticket and he'll fly across the sky
And then he'll come and find you and he'll punch you in the eye
Then he'll rent a cheap hotel room and he'll hang himself with his tie
And when she gets the news she'll take an overdose of sleeping
Tablets and she's gonna lie on the couch and die
So never never never never never never never bite a married woman on the thigh
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The end determines the fortune.
One, black, married a watchman.
The other, fair, married a business man.
The business man short lived.
Which woman is held fortunate?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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