The societal sanction
No fertile woman has ever
Escaped visual prostitution.
No potent man has ever
Avoided visual raping either.
Undetectable and un-stoppable
The process has got societal sanction.
20.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Visual Prostitutions Are Welcome
A woman of good looking cannot escape
Visual prostitution from men around.
The one who does the role of a temptress
Is a volunteer for visual prostitutions.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Visual prostitution
Women in glamour earn in lump some
By showing their cleavages and navels
In movies. A visual prostitution.
Why not then physical prostitution?
30.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Think Visual
Productivity is getting higher and higher oh, oh, yeh
But profitability is getting tighter and tighter oh, oh, yeh
When you see our face in the market place we gotta clean cut image to keep
(the competition is getting tighter and tighter)
We gotta advertise, we gotta merchandise, ooh, oh, yeh
Flash those teeth
Competitions on the rise
Open those eyes better get computerised
Think visual, think visual, think visual
Think visual, think visual, show your personality
Marketing says we gotta merchandise
But economy says we gotta minimise huh -
We gotta budget to face and the marketplace is full of competition, competition
Think digital, synthisise, computerise, think visual
Productivity, marketability, higher and higher
Flash those teeth, open those eyes
Think visual, think visual
Flash those teeth, competitions on the rise
Open those eyes, better get computerised
Think visual, think visual, think visual
Think visual, think visual, push the button and see
Marketing say we gotta goal to chase
But economy says we gotta budget to face
Get your attitude straight, cos its all in your mind
And its never too late to get a new design
And if you wanna compete you gotta visualise
Flash those teeth, come on open those eyes
Think visual
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My fiction has been influenced by the visual arts, though not in obvious ways, it seems to me. I don't offer tremendous amounts of visual information in my work.
quote by Jonathan Lethem
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The only reason that you do visual is solely for the visual. That's the only reason. It doesn't sell your music for you.
quote by Shania Twain
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My entire learning process is slow, because I have no visual memory.
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Sex taboo
Wars are waged for and over women.
Models and Misses are to the throne.
Celluloid heroines are men’s citadels.
Pornography is rampant.
Visual prostitution is the order of the day.
Sex taboo plays all havoc.
The repressive society is the culprit
08.09.2000, Plmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No woman is exclusive.
Visual infidelity is in all places.
Emotional infidelity thrives in work places.
Physical infidelity sneaks in hideouts. .
A woman is not exclusive to a man.
24.01.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The system is the work of art; the visual work of art is the proof of the System. The visual aspect can't be understood without understanding the system. It isn't what it looks like but what it is that is of basic importance.
quote by Sol LeWitt
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Visual Artists
To stimulate!
Visual artists;
Hatred is the ingredient of war! !
But, love is bigger than the ocean.
To be loved,
Bench, Ben, hen!
A walk to Columbia River,
To take the challenge!
And, to take a step.
Visual artists!
With positive minds than negative;
For, true love is better than hatred! !
And, we all need love than war.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Look In Any Window
You'd better beware
He'll catch you when you're unaware
Look out, he's gonna stare
Catch him, he won't care
Look in any window
Hold yourself back
He's gonna look in any window
It's a visual attack
He's sly and he's sneaky
He's craving for sin
Open up your window
Go on and let him in-(yeah yeah yeah)
Look in any window
Hold yourself back
He's gonna look in any window
It's a visual attack, that's what it is
What a desire
His mind is on fire
He sweats and he pants
The love he can't have
Look in any window
Hold yourself back
He's gonna look in any window
It's a visual attack (that's what it is, yeah... hahahahaha)
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Off The Street
There’s not
a lot of room
for words
anymore.
Everything
today is audio
and visual
and audio-visual.
High-tech movies and graphics
and computer packaged fantasy.
There’s not
a lot of room
for words
unadorned anymore.
But words
still have clout
an occasional
technical knock-out.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Remove the root.
Woman’s lure or man’s hunger,
Which is the cause for rape?
To bar rape from occurrence,
Ignore consensual sex and
Sanction prostitution
27.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Visual prostitutions
Be Air Hostess, Nurses,
Receptionists, Frontline Officers,
News Readers, TV. Announcers,
Personal Assistances
Not to say about Models and Dancers,
All women, comely women,
To add colour to the premises,
To spray flavour to the masses,
And to spray odour to the bosses.
A mere visual prostitution.
No less than pimps.
Egress of lust for women.
24.07.2000, Paralskhemundi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Visual adulteries
The minimum wish that a man harbours
Is gain entry into the eyes and heart
Of the woman of his choice, which she grants.
Thus visual adulteries thrive everywhere.
23.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: Eyes
Oh, what a gorgeous organ, body part,
And visual extension of any brain!
A living camera, that works by art:
Whose loss can make a person go insane!
The visual stimuli gathered from views,
Nothing gets seen by eyes without some light;
Our eyes discern the environmental cues;
What’s life on earth for blind? Pity their plight!
The human eye can see distances short,
Deceiving us of things which lie afar;
God made each creature’s eye as if by heart;
The naked eye can see even a star!
Without our eyes, ’tis tough to read a word!
No human eye dare see the Maker, God;
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V. Vampire Romeo ~ The Note
Into the night the princess slept
As darkness fell over the land
With only a few stars to see
Waves swept onto the sand
As silence pervaded the castle
Visual vampire romeo entered
Quietly in the early morning hours
Before the early breaking dawn
He stopped by for only a second
With no wish to wake his desired
By hand he delivered his message
A note of love with a deep red rose
Sunlight streamed through the window
Kissing the princess cheek so tenderly
She did wake with a smile - until
She was stunned, a rose and a note
Who could have left this so quietly
Visual vampire romeo! how dare you
My dear sweet beautiful princess
You rejected me broke my heart
Tonight I shall have your blood
Tonight I shall have your soul
You will be mine all mine all mine
You will be my one and only valentine
Furiously she read with no delight
Visual vampire romeo is no fright
There will be no bite, only a fight
This means I will be ready tonight
poem by Rachel Nichols
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My Discovery of Poetry! ! !
I used to write poetry for the fame, attention and exposure
So people can say “CJ the Young Phenomenon such an honor”
But now I see that poetry is nothing to prove but show true art
As I shown my creative ways of I see in this world soul purpose
From down beneath the soil of my life and planting a seed of change
For my children to be surrounded by different sights of art forms
Visual, vocal and hearing each one will open a gate of creativity
With a visual he can see his future and his visual images of faith
With vocal she can speak her fluid words of her masterpiece thesis
And finally with their hearing echoing to the world’s cries for savior
They’ll be the one to stand for the change and revolutionized lifestyles
To live better and to express imagination and creativity for all to see
You’ll see them as scholars, freedom writers, or even saviors to all
But I’ll called them my sons and daughters, my blessings to the world
My children of poetry for all to see and follow and elevate to the highest
As the generation of poetry will excel as the beliefs of poetry are believable
As to keep poetry alive is to express it deeply, truthful and creatively as possible
poem by Compton Wright
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Invisible
Invisible
By: Jean Pullman
Why don’t you look at me
What will it take for you notice me
I try to be myself to you I am real
I tell you how I feel
But still.
CHORUS
You won’t look my way
I die slowly every day
You don’t notice my hair
You don’t like what I wear
It’s as if I am invisible
Because you just don’t see my visual.
I start to wonder why
I think I might even cry
Because you can’t see
That you’re perfect for me
You’re not meant for her
But to you I’m just a blur.
CHORUS
You never look my way
You don’t hear what I say
You never notice my hair
You never see what I wear
It’s as if I’m invisible
Because you just don’t see my visual.
Now I am almost dead
My heart is filled with dread
You still haven’t looked my way
My life slowly slips away
Because of you now I’m gone.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Something Visual
Something visual and so vivid
Are still hard to write
One shot in film
Would have been easy
To picture curves
And tangential lines
That even criss-cross
Using words
Is a big challenge,
Like
Capturing a crocodile
On a fish net, it would even
Be harder using words
To capture illusive motions
Of white milk spilt on
Monochromatic tiles,
Or
The leaping of a fish
On the pond trying to
Eat a moth or a dragonfly
Hovering on a blade of
Grass and what about
Air,
Invisible getting
Inside my lungs, that
Feeling of life moving
Inside me,
And
What about
Blood running in the veins
To remove numbness of
My fingers,
All
These
Are challenges in words
In what to write,
To a jumping fish
Capturing, swallowing
A blue dragonfly,
Or
The air rushing
To my lungs,
Or
To the
Blood rushing to my numb
Fingers,
All these give a feeling
Of relief,
All
These somehow
Return life, and it makes
Us all feel good…
Something visual in words
Motions captured and colors
Brushed in word, in words
Something visual
And life-giving
To be caged in words,
Such will be your big challenge.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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