The insecure one is more suspicious
He has got flirting with women of all age
Right from his schooling till post retiring.
Episodes are many; some short lived,
Some intense, a few lasting and one or two
Not dying and all refreshing his memories.
There were many well-aimed shots,
But, to his dismay, even penalty shots failed.
They all had good goal keepers in fear.
But he still prefers to suspect his spouse,
Who too must have a good goal keeper.
Women are suspects to men
Than vice versa.
03.10.2000, Palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Driven to wall
Good or bad, you have to be with what you have got.
A single spouse, no mistress, the law permits.
Red-lights are put out as AIDS threatened.
Flirting is futile as women learnt to be cunning.
Past is with bygone philandering. Pride taboos women.
Images in celluloid and in pornographic pictures
Serve as sexual stimuli, masturbation as the only outlet.
25.12.2000, Pmdi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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American Skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots, they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
Ain't no secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, lena gets her son ready for school
She says now on these streets charles
You got to understand the rules
Promise me if an officer stops you'll always be polite
Never ever run away and promise mama you'll keep your hands in sight
Cause is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
41 shots and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots my boots caked in mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
Your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Two Shots Of Happy, One Shot Of Sad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think Im no good, well I know Ive been bad
Took you to a place, now you cant get back
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Walked together down a dead end street
We were mixing the bitter with the sweet
Dont try to figure out what we might of had
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Im just a singer, some say a sinner
Rolling the dice, not always a winner
You say Ive been lucky, well hell Ive made my own
Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone
Under pressure, but not bent out of shape
Surrounded, we always found an escape
Drove me to drink, but hey thats not all bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Guess Ive been greedy, all of my life
Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife
Greedy for the good things as well as the bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Maybe its just talk, saloon singing
The chairs are all stacked, the swingings stopped swinging
You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself
Then after you did it, you came crying for my help
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Im not complaining, baby Im glad
You call it a compromise, well whats that
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
(happy birthday, frank)
song performed by by U2
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Empowerment of women
How can we arm the one who is already armed?
How can women empower themselves,
while already in power?
Her flesh is the ground and her love, the goal.
Every man’s aim is to play and earn her, the goal.
Her sex rules men. She, the ruler, makes men slave.
Battles were won and lost by men over women.
Men were dead for the women and by the women.
Women know they are rulers and men are cringers
Women are the cause of tussle; else peace will rule.
Sexuality and hedonism betoken woman’s power.
‘Still more’ means like arming elephants
with larger eyes.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
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All New Minglewood Blues
I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den
I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den
Oh, my number one occupation is stealing women from their men
Well, I'm a wanted man in Texas, busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Said, I'm a wanted man in Texas, busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Well, the sheriff couldn't catch me,
But his little girl sure wish she could.
Well now the doctor call me crazy, sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Said now the doctor call me crazy, sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Yes, and the preacher man call me sinner
But his little girl call me saint.
Well a couple shots of whiskey women 'round here start looking good,
I said a couple shots of whiskey women 'round here start looking good,
A couple more shots of whiskey, I'm going down to Minglewood.
Said, I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den
Said, I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den
Yes and my number one occupation is stealing women from their men
I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den
Oh, my number one occupation is stealing women from their men
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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New, New Minglewood Blues
New, New Minglewood Blues
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I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Oh, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
Well, I'm a wanted man in Texas,
busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Said, I'm a wanted man in Texas,
busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Well, the sheriff couldn't catch me,
but his little girl sure wished she could.
Well now the doctor call me crazy,
sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Said now the doctor call me crazy,
sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Yes, and the preacher man call me sinner
but his little girl call me saint.
Well a couple shots of whiskey
women round here start looking good,
I said a couple shots of whiskey
women round here start looking good,
A couple more shots of whiskey,
I'm going down to Minglewood.
Said, I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Said, I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Yes and my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Oh, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Emancipation
There is hue and cry for woman’s emancipations.
All women shout for it at men who they thing are the cause.
It is their mothers-in-law, sisters-in-law and
The elder women who are the oppressors,
Whom they must contest to have a break through..
03.10.2000, Palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woe Of Men!
Men entrapped women
in different ways
Their writ run large!
They hold sway!
Men may be dishwashers
or gate keepers or petty workers!
but hold feudal mindsets
to subjugate mother, wife and daughters!
Men may be illiterate,
jocular or post age!
But still interpret
social norms and heritage!
Men may be paupers,
wastrel or poor
But still want Women
to stay indoor!
Women don't need them
but men fear women
Thus, they hardly let
them use mouse or pen!
poem by Ashish Dimri
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Keeping Friendship
It may inquire as shown,
Instead of believing we are toes and fingers;
New friendship will accompany the blown,
Better understood are those goalkeepers.
How do shots get fired,
At the goal post in water?
A sea is taken when desired
To be in loving nature.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Shots
Shots
Ringing all along the borders can be heard
Striking out like a venom in the sky
Cutting through the air faster than a bird
In the night.
Children
Are lost in the sand, building roads with little hands
Trying to join their fathers castles together again
Will they make it? who knows where or when
Old wounds will mend?
Machines
Are winding their way along, looking strong
Building roads and bringing back loads and loads
Of building materials
In the night
Men
Are trying to move the borders on the ground
Lines between the different spots that each has found
But back home another scene was going down
In the night.
Lust
Comes creepin through the night to feed on hearts
Of suburban wives who learned to pretend
When they met their dreams end
In the night.
Shots
I hear shots, I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots.
Shots
I hear shots, I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots.
But Ill never use your love,
You know Im not that kind
And so if you give your heart away
I promise to you
Whatever we do
That I will always be true.
song performed by by Neil Young
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The Beauty breed arrogance
A glamorous woman never cares a man
Though she is set so to draw men’s care
She loves being cared and not vice versa.
Wise men don’t waste time to seek such women.
05.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I think women can be as cruel as men, and men as tender as women, and vice versa.
quote by Aaron Eckhart
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The real bliss
Women’s pull upon men is common.
Vice versa, it is rare or less common.
Each man strives for it, as lifetime bliss.
The unfortunates live as if in abyss.
10.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nobody is surprised that women writers accurately represent male characters over and over again, no doubt because everybody knows that women understand men much better than vice-versa.
quote by Peter Straub
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American Skin (41 Shots)
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots....
and we'll take that ride
'cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots... cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots
Lena gets her son ready for school
She says "on these streets, Charles
You've got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you
Promise you'll always be polite,
that you'll never ever run away
Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight"
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes
It ain't no secret
41 shots... and we'll take that ride
'Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots... got my boots caked in this mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Flying Fiction
The flying fiction of a goal keeper,
Stronger enough with the spirit of love;
But the beginning of love is from the womb.
The flying fiction of a goal keeper,
Stronger enough to educate your mind;
But there is a great job ahead of you down the hill.
I am still looking and searching,
For i have still not found what i am looking for;
But the acts of your morals are more than a sacrifice.
Of a skinny rabbit,
I desire mercy than sacrifice!
And of love than lust;
And to espouse and to give succour to my muse.
The flying fiction of a goal keeper,
Stronger enough to take you by the feet!
But the blossoming part of his astuteness is all about love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sapphire Bullets Of Pure Love
Pistol shots
Gun shots
Pistol shots
Gun shots
Bullets from a revolver
Bullets from a gun
Bullets through the atmosphere
Here they come
John, Ive been bad
And theyre coming after me
Done someone wrong
And I fear that it was me
Sapphire bullets
Bullets of pure love
Sapphire bullets
Bullets of pure love
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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One Reason Why I Do Love Women
Of Arrogant males I have grown tired I meet one or two every day
One reason why I do love women is that they are different to men in every way
We would have less wars if women were leaders and a far better World to live in
With females in positions of power pragmatism would have a big win
We need women as World leaders women who have in them empathy
For most women than men far more caring they see the good in humanity
And women as a whole than men less aggressive a good woman would never rule by fear
Most crimes against humanity are committed by the male kind
many of which we do read of and hear
That women seen as inferior to men in some cultures does seem such a sad thing to say
The arrogant and ignorant of patriarchal societies respect to their women don't pay
There is something wrong and dysfunctional in a Human World
of inequality
We need women in positions of power at least that's how it does seem to me
So lets drink a toast to all women their contribution to World peace not small
And lets drink to every good person as well as to a fair go for all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The goal wasn't to be a millionaire or to be a Hollywood star. That was not the goal. The goal was something about - the goal was to find the goal, but I knew where it was.
quote by James Earl Jones
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Fortune helps the game.
How to take a ball to the opposite court-
By kick, shot, pass will not ensure a goal.
How to convert it to a goal secures the goal.
But for good luck, you are nowhere, mind.
02.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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