Tireless pursuit is sex
I started my life with adolescent mischief.
It has lasted with ages over five decades.
The net expanded for women
From puberty to menopause and even beyond,
With my age on rise.
It retains taste for the young while gaining for the elder.
One, rising up a hill, will have a wider view.
21.06.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mom No Exception
Good women after menopause
Are so jealous, I say.
I have seen mom-in-law getting
Upset, and covering up
With put-on laughter,
When her husband talked a bit more
To his own daughter-in-law
In the drawing-room.
I never thought Mom was like that -
Shocked I was to hear in Chennai
From Seline and Rajiv separately
That she made hell for Dad in sixties
Because young women in church
Circled him for counseling.
Eldest, and away in Maharashtra,
I didn’t know: Mom is dead 17 years now.
When man reaches
The age beyond bedventure,
The woman becomes
Taut and tense, seeing
Him with younger women.
And of course denies being jealous.
That her man is old.…
Does it make her suspect
He is doing other things freely?
Whatever that may be
Good women after menopause
Are very jealous.
poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
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The real beauty
Till your puberty, you have a face
You are born with.
Till marriage, you get a face
You aspire to have.
Till menopause, you have a face
You strive to retain.
Past menopause, you are left with a face
You deserve to carry.
Real beauty is one past menopause too.
15.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do Men Menopause?
All women do menopause
But do all men menopause?
When I write and take a pause.
Lowered hormones are the cause.
Women's condition menopause.
Men's condition Andropause.
Aging women, no go
Aging men though low,
on hormones, it's still go.
So, the answer is Yes and No.
On September 11,2001
On September 11,2001
Smothering black and gray smoke ascended to
The luminous blue sky
Engulfing it until it turned as black as night.
Young children are confused while thier parents cry noiselessly for loved ones.
Calling every person they know to make sure that they are alive and well.
On September 11,2001.
On September 11,2001,
Brave young men and women struggled to save our citizens.
The young. The old.
Those planes.
Those innocent men, women and children who died.
Whose lives were lost on that timid day because of terriosts.
WE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER AND WE WILL NEVER FORGET! !
On September 11,2001.
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When In Confidence
Women stand before the mirror,
Frequently and constantly,
At the stage of their puberty
And at the stage of their menopause.
First the anxiety has driven her to.
Later the feat has driven to.
In between they seldom use it
As they are good in confidence.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Menopause
The menopause arrives with out warning
Childbearing days over as day is dawning
Hot flushes, tears sheer unease
HRT patches work for me please
Irritable angry one moment, next so sad
Feel good as you wake up Go to bed sad
From teenage years nothing helps you prepare
For the menopause years its not bloody fare
No more pregnancies the body a barren room
The menopause came with no warning too soon
It arrives over night, gets you while you sleep
You can’t control your emotions weep girls weep
Old women say it gets worse before it gets better
A toast to the Menopause a real life up setter
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Circle Of Love
The circle of love as you well know
Started off very slow.
It all started with the creation of man
For all this was in GODS plan.
Man instinctively protected his mate
From any and all dooming faiths.
And the women learned how to clothe and feed their man
So that they could protect and feed off the land.
This was the beginning of the circle of love
And has lasted throughout the ages
And is noted in histories pages.
Now that circle has gotten to you and I
And we can’t change it, no matter how we try.
It started off at our birth, with the love from
Our mother and father, and nowadays
It’s gotten much harder.
Unlike the days of the cave mans life
Where they protected their children and wives.
Everything has to do with money
And that’s not very funny.
For now they put the dollar
Above all that we see in life
And to feed our families it becomes a sacrifice.
But this circle of love will continue to strive
For it is built in most of mankind.
poem by Louis Rams
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It's okay to talk about birth, okay - then menstruation. I first started my advocacy for women's health in the field of reproductive freedom, and the next stage would be bringing menopause out of the closet.
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Young women, adolescent girls, are more subject to infection, sometimes at a rate of six times that of boys. That tells you a lot about the vulnerability of women.
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A Commentary On The Face Of A Young Boy
his cheek just bore a single pimple.
it is the mark of his puberty
this face of a young boy hidden halfway
between the window and the white curtain
his lips, his mouth
indeed
so virginal, neither woman nor man has kissed
he has no vision of himself
his future is thin like a thread that one reckless being
can easily cut
he is silent like a white lotus on the pond
he has no voice yet to speak for himself
in the crowded city, Arnel, who used to love women
but hurt and defiled
loves the face of this young boy and
tonight, his puberty shall be shared with a strange
man
in that condo, where the young boy for the meantime
that he has no home
shall stay
i am shocked about this news but
i have to admit
this truth, this predator and prey thing
for their mutual
survival, one who is too lonely and confused
and the other who is in deep need
for shelter and
affection.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Womem's wiles For M'Lady Tara
When boys are young then generally
they are cared for by female kin.
But when approaching puberty
the father figures then step in.
To instil masculinity
instruct them in the ways of men.
How to act independently
and how to dominate women.
See women as inferiors,
who need to be kept in their place.
By men who are superior,
this men will state with a straight face.
But women know it is not so.
Although they let the men believe
that they admire machismo.
A woman’s way is to deceive
the male who thinks his word is law.
In each and every way she can.
That’s what women’s wiles are for.
They can run rings round any man.
Though some men know few
will admit they are aware that women rule.
Most men are quick to deny it,
which makes them easier to fool.
This women know instinctively.
So women usually get their way,
a sop to masculinity.
The only price they have to pay.
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Virgin not the most beautiful
The eve of puberty, the aftermath of puberty,
The post-consummation, the conceiving,
And the early motherhood are the stages
When a woman adds lustre to her looks.
It is young mother who peaks her best.
Why then do all harp on virgin beauty?
10.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman at fifty is real
If not earlier, at fifty,
However staid she is,
A woman is most outrageous,
The time she is threatened by menopause,
The time her chastity is passé,
The time she compensates her temptation,
The time to test her sexual vulgarism,
With guilt revenging mood,
With male punishing greed,
To indulge in sex,
To test otherwise losing lust,
With anyone handy or at hand,
For which, with reborn care for body,
With reborn vigour in body,
With vulture in her mind,
She rivals young women
And hooks out their mating lads.
05.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Age is definitely a factor because, at this age, you're very age-specific. As a younger kid, you can play a wider variety of ages. As a younger kid you can play a wider variety of ages, I guess, because the voice hasn't changed and there's a physicality that progresses as you get older.
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Sonnet: To my Big Brother
You are the best I have, my brother nice!
I know so well you suffer too like me;
Your heart is honest, broadminded, and wise;
I pray God must bless you quite soon surely.
You have a mind well-read, of course and sane;
I know that life has been to you unkind!
You are a boon, the elder son not bane;
Do continue your good work, I remind.
You are the one in whom I can confide;
Ever ready to help others always;
Don’t worry much, be brave; in God abide;
They are so nigh, your lucky, happy days.
So far, you have done well in life, don’t brood;
Be undeterred and never spoil your mood!
3-6-2001by Dr John Celes
dedicated to my most belov’d, elder brother
Er. A. Joebert Selvan B.E., M.E., Chennai, T.N., INDIA
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Hated and Loved
Hated are the cruel of the ages,
Their emotions are stronger than stone and pages.
Hated are the young of the ages,
Where are endeavours, the support and fences?
Hated are the sportsmen of the ages
Who cancel their dreams and farmhouses.
Hated are the professions of the ages
That send messages.
Hated are men and women of the ages
Who work with people in the madhouses.
Hatred is a disease we conquered when love sustained us,
When love was cherished in absoluteness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Winners bask
A lad may forget the lady
Elder to him, who had him.
But she may not.
Lass may forget the man,
Her elder, who used her.
But he may not.
Elders relish remembering
And victims wish forgetting
Their love mischief.
Winners bask
27.08.2000, Madras
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Serpent Is Rising
Written by john curulewski, chuck lofrano
Lead vocals by john curulewski
In the abyss of space
From the center of time
A superman race
Moves the serpent to climb
The journey has lasted
Seven ages or more
Life after life
Must pass through the door
The secret revealed
When you leave your cave
Is a glory of thunder
And life from the grave
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
The people have massed
In the center of town
We drink from a glass
And the world turns around
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
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Aphorism is a phrase that, after removal of context, retains all its meaning, and even gaining a new one.
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Young men and women, strong and sound
Young men and women, strong and sound,
Adorn with beautiful excess
Of play and song and flower-dress
Our fatherland's ancestral ground.
They dream great deeds of ages older,
They long to lead to battles bolder.
Young men and women, strong and sound,
Our nation's honor are, in whom
Our whole life has its better bloom,
Rebirth upon our fathers' ground
Of them of yore. Anew there flower
The old in young folks' summer-power.
Young men and women, strong and sound,
Can doubly do our deeds and fill
With higher hope for all we will,-
Are growth in character's deep ground,
To larger life drawn by the spirit
They from our forefathers inherit.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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