The depraved
The chaste, the depraved and the whore:
The chaste one suffers from the sacrifices
Of pleasure and hence demand respect.
The depraved one indulges in secret
And yet retain the social status.
The whores suffer scorns and contempt
And take vengeance on women.
Pity the whore, admire the chaste
And ignore the depraved.
30.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Good taste and humor are a contradiction in terms, like a chaste whore.
quote by Malcolm Muggeridge
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Sex is boredom
For a whore sex is a profession.
For an immoral, sex is a sport.
For an adulterous, it is a hobby.
For a chaste one, it is boredom.
30.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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She only is chaste, who is chaste where there is no danger of detection: she who does not, because she may not, does.
Much ado
The one who indulges in fornication
Indoor
Is still a chaste woman outdoor.
The one who indulges in courtship
outdoor
is branded unchaste to one and all.
Much ado about nothing;
Little ado about hidden things.
20.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The DirtyWhore
The Dirty Whore
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
With her heavy hips and juicy lips
She is bound by her pimp who gives her, her daily dose
Crack Coke heroine or lsd
In them she her emotions pores
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
As she tickles your dick and gives you new kicks
Biting down your balls to take it all
She massages your chest as she bears her breasts
Coming close yet staying a far
As her panties she removes to make new moves
Saddeling up your prick up and down she rolls
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
Her job is tough her beat is rough
Pimps and pushers her companions at night
She dines with gangsters and cops alike
Getting paid well and getting beaten at times
Taking pills to giving new thrills
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
Either at street corners, in bazaar's or mandi's
My friends you are bound to meet this raandi
500 for a blow 5000 for a shag
She even carries rubbers in her bag
To please you is her job
But you of your morality she will rob
Beware of the whore the dirty little whore
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Sonnet LIX: Unhappy Pen
Unhappy pen and ill-accepted papers,
That intimate in vain my chaste desires,
My chaste desires, the ever-burning tapers
Enkindled by her eyes' celestial fires.
Celestial fires and unrespecting powers,
That deign not view the glory of your might
In humble lines, the work of carefull hours,
The sacrifice I offer to her sight.
But sith she scorns her own, this rests for me;
I'll moan myself and hide the wrong I have,
And so content me that her frowns should be
To my'infant style the cradle and the grave.
What though myself no honor get thereby,
Each bird sings t'herself, and so will I.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Believe positively
If one believes him good, which he is not,
He is to one only good.
If one believes it true, which it is not,
It is to one really true.
If one believes her chaste, which she is not,
She is to one surely chaste.
Believing which is not true is better
Than disbelieving which is likely true.
08.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To be safe
Woman is like petrol,
Kept under seal to be virgin.
Wife is like flame,
Kept in hurricane lamp to be chaste.
Women must be safe to be pure.
29.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your Loss
Your loss
Is not loss of life,
For life a whore.
Your loss
Is like a chaste woman,
Forced to whoredom
poem by Idris El Asha
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Rose
A rose is but a woman
Chaste, fragrant, prominent
Its thorns its protecting weapon
In haste to retaliate, violate
Roseate blossom is innocent, redolent
Wafting in air chaste fragrance
Crushed by anyone malevolent
Thorns'll pierce him bleed by vehemence
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Pious and chaste.
I needed to steal but I didn’t;
No guts.
I desired to rape but I didn’t;
No nerves.
I wanted to revenge but I didn’t;
No valour.
I ended as a man pious
Like a woman who ends as chaste.
Being just and chaste for want of guts
07.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Acrostic -- Eliza Hughes
E v'ry grace in her combine,
L ove and truth and friendship join,
I n one source without reserve,
Z ealous all her friends to serve,
A nd diffuse true harmony.
H appy nymph of chaste repose,
U nsullied as the vernal rose.
G ay -- majestic -- yet serene,
H andsome, with a graceful mien;
E v'ry charm in her appear,
S he is lovely, chaste and fair.
poem by Major Henry Livingston Jr.
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Housewife, Reading
You settle into your chaise lounge,
absorbed in a Silhouette romance.
The heroine is chaste,
but ravishing, reckless. She is on a rampage
for Love.
The hero is chaste,
but wears his hair long
so that it flutters in the wind
on the moor.
You look up from the page
and into the aqua ripples
of the swimming pool.
You peer deeply into the depths.
You ask:
Is Love a lie?
poem by Sonny Rainshine
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Sister Sara
Now I don't know but I've been told
There's a nun having fun and she lost her soul
She's got cash, she got laid
Now she's dealin' with me and she's gonna get paid
She got caught with the bishop
She got caught with the abbot
Even cardinal sin tried to feed her habit
Now we get whores and pimps and skanks
But when your judgement came down even
He gave thanks
Whatever happened to me
Can't remember my name
Flying so high on angelic wings
Flew too close to the flame
Sister Sara
It's your penalty for eternity
Did you think that you were saved
You forget your old identity who you used to be
Sister Sara
So depraved
Moment to moment
Hour to hour
We'll be together
Oh, come O ye faithless
Get in line
You're gonna drown in the water
Turned to wine
And you're all going to wallow
When you sin and shame
You had every opportunity to call His name
Don't look surprised
Don't be in shock
You'll be a lovely little demon in my private stock
I'm just doing my job to pull you down
Cuz it's a one way ticket down to Dragontown
You got caught in my web
You made your own bed here
And now you must keep me well fed
You're mine
Too bad
You're here for me
You're just here for me
Sister Sara
It's your penalty for eternity
Did you think that you were saved
You forget your old identity who you used to be
Sister Sara
So depraved
Moment to moment
Hour to hour
We'll be together
Moment to moment
Hour to hour
Forever and ever
Time after time after time
Sister Sara
It's your penalty for eternity
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song performed by by Alice Cooper
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I was the original socially depraved shy ghetto kid.
Mother’s Temple
Vavroovahana Patra
Mother Mahalaxmi attracts the chaste women, goldy devotees;
She provides rays of delight.
Her shrine smiles in the lap of Nature;
Endowed with fragrant lotus Mother contents real devotee’s desire.
Mother’s temple dazzles with various coloured lights;
Her shrine is a perennial brook of delight.
Mother’s temple dazzles beneath the blue sky;
In real devotees mother penetrates rays of gay.
Sanctity, purity, tranquillity pervades in the air;
Mother fulfils poets’, devotees’, innocent chaste poor women’s desire
Poet derives profound pleasure;
On the solitary shrine, contents spiritual desire.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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The Whore
Written by John Mellencamp
And now I must face
The crowd once again
The curtain is calling
And the show must begin
The lights grow dim on the floor
And they call me the whore, oh yeah
They call me the whore
They call me the whore
They call me the whore
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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A store-house of evil is a woman if she is depraved.