To be desire-less is pleasure-less
Dream is born of desire;
By dream multiplies desire.
Desire is born of lust;
By desire flourishes lust.
Lust is born of jealousy;
By lust bulges jealousy.
Jealousy is born of insecurity;
By jealousy deepens insecurity.
Insecurity is born of neglect;
By insecurity worsens neglect.
Neglect is born of contempt;
You be away from such contempt.
Being away will give you relief;
The relief, in turn, will give peace.
But the world you miss.
To live, then, is of no use.
25.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Talons of a Gothic Mind
She of talons, borne from gothic mind-
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood-
Whence there came an evil flare
To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves -
And all for lust, her one desire:
Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence -
While coming on her priapismic fire.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Witch
Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.
That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.
Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.
O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.
And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.
But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.
quote by Robert Anson Heinlein
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Completing All The Touches
Her pupil shone –
Black stole a peek
Her smile wore sleek
Beneath a knowingness
That I would seek
A slipping down of garments,
Jealous of their role
To hide the jewels that complement,
Completing all the touches.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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Fantasy IV
Pounce of nipple
Snatches,
Catches me off guard
Flounce and ripple
Thro' the breasts
Arrests
Landing hard,
I'm flung upon my back
To analyse the ceiling -
No appealing under stress
Now under dress -
Panties gone
And she upon
My countenance -
I rouse to bait
Her feminine way
Lead astray by
Aromatic warming
Of her womanhood,
I tune her body's
Resonance
Thro' eloquence of tongue -
Her shrieking
Highly strung
We up the play
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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Born To Be Loved By You
Borne again.
Because have you at just being borne again.
At last I feel that Im alive and more.
This is the moment Ive waited for.
Born to be loved by you.born to be loved by you.
Born to walk with you.born to talk with you.
I was born for you.
Born to be with you, only you.
Born to be loved by you.
Born for you, born for you baby.
Born for you, born for you baby.
Born for you, born to be loved by you
(you and only you) born to be with only you.
I look at you and all at once I know that dreams come true.
For there you are the other part of me.
I have found my destiny.
Born to be loved by you.born to be loved by you.
Right or wrong for you.weak or strong for you.
Faithful or untrue
Born chained forever and far beyond.
Born to be loved by you and only you
No one else will do.
Heart and soul,born to be loved
Born to be loved.born to be loved by you.
(you and only you,born to be with only you)
Born for you.born for you baby.
Born for you.born for you baby.
Born for you, born for you baby..
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Jealousy
(Jealousy) What made you get the same shoe as mine?
(Jealousy) I cop attain and bought a house then came
(Jealousy) Why'd you have to say my mother's name?
(Jealousy) I could kill you or leave you shamed
(Jealousy) Let me introduce you to the world of jealousy
(Jealousy) It can get you killed
song performed by by Ghostface Killah from Bulletproof Wallets
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Deadly Jealousy
Jealousy is as blind as love but deadlier.
While love grazes in the opposite court
Jealousy gnaws at the same court.
Jealousy murders; love sacrifices.
Paradoxically, jealousy is born out of love.
03.08.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lust Without Love
Everyday how many children born?
There is an account I know
You call it census
But do you know how they born?
They all are not always product of love
Sometime or may be many times they are
Result of what we call lust
Lust is not bad; it is an essential ingredient of love
Still lust without love is not desirable, always
poem by Kazi Ahmed
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Desires never die.
Desire is subject to change with age.
Lust, the root of the desire, has no age,
Is born and will die with one’s carnal age.
The root undying, no avail to prune the foliage.
15.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I’ll be born again and again
What desire comes to your mind,
You yourself have no control over.
I had many uncanny thoughts.
Be India without summer.
Be England without winter.
I want freedom of sex
To have whom I love
Or at least the one mutually loved.
I want a long innings
Without being bowled or caught.
I want to retain lust till the end.
But all wants remain unfulfilled.
I shall be born again and again.
26.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thought is the cause
The anxiety is born off fear,
The fear is born off desire,
The desire is born off drive
And the drive, from thought.
04.03.2001, palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An ode to unborn babies
Hello..., unborn babies
in everymother's womb
Here is an advice
It is better to get aborted
than born
Here birth is a ritual
death a relief
Play is a competition
Education a business
Love is lust
Lust is soulless
Marriage is a contract
Parentage is investment
Home is just a house
Old age, a curse
Love for parents, a duty
It is better to be aborted
than be born.
poem by Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan
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A Love Lust!
Lust born of love is full of passion!
Passionate love rules life longer;
Ageless passion never diminishes
Even when death approaches fast!
Caught by the web of lust we live
Loving souls dear and intimate ever!
Heat, drought, rain, snow and storm
Can't change the decree of lust long!
Born of lust all can't escape its clutches
Albeit drunkards promise to stop drinking!
Kick of lust as the drunkards enjoy drinks
Always comes handy to satisfy one's thirst!
Even priests and sages stealthily enjoy it
Though they act to be strict by preaching!
Overcoming lust is a great feat higher than
Climbing Mount Everest to hoist flag ever!
Lovers' paradise makes time nil by lust long
Willingly caught by its spell to fly in fantasy!
Will there be life renewed sans this dream
Ever indulging in love fantasy full of lust long?
poem by Ramesh T A
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Lust...
Lust destroyed my love
Lust pushed away my one
Lust made me weak
Lust took the one love
Lust killed my happiness
Lust is a sin I committed
Lust, I shouldn't had done
Lust got my suffocating
Lust made light turn into darkness
Lust made me miss my wife
Lust, my innocent girl is hurt
Lust I hurt myself too
Lust I miss my family I built
Lust, you were my biggest mistake....
poem by Joy O'Pateng
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I Was Not When You Were Born, You Were Old When I Was Born
I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
You regret that I was late born,
I regret that you were early born.
I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
I wished to have been born together,
We could enjoy our time together.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I was so far away from you,
You were so distant from me.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I’d become a flower-seeking butterfly,
And sleep on the fragrant grass every night.
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Lust is Satan
Lust leads to greed;
Greed leads to pride;
Pride brings envy;
Envy brings jealousy;
Jealousy breeds hatred.
Hatred breeds chaos.
Lust is the root.
Chaos is the blossom.
No God can stop it.
08.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lust less is listless
Lust is born with the embryo
With-in the mother’s womb,
To grow with it as basic instincts.
Conscience is born with the birth of psycho
With-out the mother’s womb,
To grow as many-fold ethics.
Lust strives to quench the thirst
For food, water and, most the sex,
Never ending till the last.
Conscience strides to uphold Ego,
With search for love, name and safety,
Often putting down the Lust.
When fed, Lust brings cheer.
When fed, Ethic quells fear.
Who dares, gets cheer.
Too much under the sway of Ethic
One ends up one’s life sans cheer;
Suppressed is the Lust.
Lust, when maimed or chopped,
Its root is never cut, nor dead.
Rather it deranges or spearheads.
Which is why Lust sneaks out its head,
When thwarted, to get fed
And breeds cheers behind the door.
Erotic pleasure has no equals.
Forgo it not, by being ethical.
22.05.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Is Lust, Lust is Love?
”To Those Who Don't Know the Difference”
Interpretation that's the name,
Is love lust, or is it the same.
Love is from the heart,
this I believe is true.
Lust is only desire,
that is always misconstrued.
Love to me is a emotional thing,
that only one can feel,
lust is not the binding factor,
that confirms your love is real.
Lust is desire, in a physical sense,
this I believe is so true,
Lust is not the same as love,
is all I'm saying to you.
So which emotion do you feel,
is it love or lust my friend,
It's important to tell the difference,
Or relationships will eventually end.
If you love her….tell her so,
this I beg of you,
Or If it’s lust your after,
let her know it, try to be true.
She'll respect you a lot better,
If you tell her, make it clear.
Give her the respect she deserves,
at least friendship will be dear.
One thing I have eventually learned,
in this ripe ole' age of mine,
Sex is not what makes a relationship,
But love, faith and honesty, it's divine!
by gary1hal
Author's Comments:
'Just a thought....some of us think that lust is love, well, as I hope you can see....its not! '
poem by Gary Halsey Sr.
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Born Cantata
Born to enjoy nature
Born to swim in the body of Elora Gorge
With a life jacket of course
Born to sing songs to people and Mother nature
Born to try different foods
Born to be living among different cultures
Born to shine
Bor to write how I feel from inside out
Born to have my own style of clothes
Born to dream about cars on fire one night
Born to dream about tricycle the second night
Born to wear a bandana
Born to dream about indian ladies wearing sahris and Muslin wearing Jihrads that cover their face
Why do they hide their beautiful faces?
Is it because they are trying to hide their identity
poem by Aldo Kraas
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