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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Bitter truth be unknown
As long as you don’t know
That your wife is not virgin,
That she is not adulterous
And that your son is not yours
It is as good as
She is virgin, chaste and faithful.
Bitter truth better be unknown
18.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The inferior one
Having slept with some men,
A woman might have settled
In marriage to be chaste since then.
Having married as virgin
If a woman would stray out
It is she who is inferior.
02.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Changes in attitudes
If no man wants women to wear jewels
Which woman would mind wearing them?
If no man minds women being virgin
Which woman would care being virgin?
As man expects, woman changes herself.
As woman changes, man adjudges himself.
16.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What Makes You A Petrol
u r a petrol
know what for
ur turning the car
when you drive on the roo road
dont need water
to satrt up
being the petrol ur
is ennn enuf
everyone else on the road can see it
everyone else but you
petrol u start up my car
like nothing else
the way that you smeel in the air
gets me over dizzy
but when you leak on the ground
it aint hard to tell
you dont know that your a petrol
woh woahh
thats what makes you a petrol
if only you smelled what i can smell
youll understand
why i hate you desperatly
right now im selling
in ur petrol tank
and i cnt belive
u dun knw ur a petrol
poem by Raabia Tabassum
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The soul shows
A flame shows you the lamp.
A lamp cannot show you the flame.
The soul only shows the body.
13.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To control women
Goddess Athena is a virgin.
Mother Mary is a virgin.
Virgin state inspires your cults,
Your pride and your merits.
Virginity is a social invention
Designed by men to control women.
21.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Woman as wife
Woman as a beloved,
Man is on knee; it’s the height of love.
Woman becoming wife,
Man is on throne; it’s the depth of blasphemy.
Love is like food in mouth.
Wife is like food in stomach.
Women are not for marriage.
16.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Lamp In Us!
The small lamp commenced to burn,
When two bodies united as one,
From the day one until the day yet to know,
The lamp burns slowly in the spirit of ions.
Keeping the lamp safe from rough climes,
Protecting the yarn from the heavy dye,
Nourishing the lamp with fuels approved,
The lamp may burn quietly as expected.
we let it burn with bigger flame,
By adding steroidal fuels and nocturnal fun,
we let the motor to run in higher speed,
by pressing the temptation to accelerate.
The lamp may start to play snake and ladder,
By climbing up and down at the dice of illnesses,
Sometimes gets overheated to jam up the motor,
Hold your lamp lovingly for it to glow pleasantly.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Woman can only fuel.
The sexual desire of man is a flame.
A woman with her looks can fuel it
In its absence, she can’t kindle the flame.
The man without the flame is not a threat.
14.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Yesteryears
The rocking chair squeaks,
as it rocks to and fro.
An old man is dreaming,
of yesterdays many years ago.
He dreams of the woman,
who’d one day be his wife.
He sees how things used to be,
when he was a lad.
Reflects on the changes,
that have come and gone.
The peace and the quiet,
shattered by the society of busy feet.
The countryside that disappears,
at an alarming rate,
as developers seal each acres fate.
Gone is the fresh air,
everyone one used to breath.
Now clogged with fumes,
of petrol and diesel.
Oh, yesteryears,
where have you gone?
Lost to the winds,
like a small bird’s song.
7 Sept.1995
poem by David Harris
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Who is a wife?
Who is a wife?
Who can be a virtuous wife?
Who is a wife?
Who can stand the strife
To be a wife?
There is a woman
And there is a wife
Any one can be a woman
But not any one can be a wife
A wife will stand for her pride
A woman will always want a ride
A wife will say
“we ‘ll have a say”
A woman will say
“I ‘ld have a say”
A wife will say
“WE bought you those”
A woman will say
“Mom bought you those”
A wife would say
“We share the bills”
A woman would say
“I share the bills”
A wife cooks what “we” like
A woman cooks what “I” like.
A wife loves unconditionally
A woman loves conditionally
A wife always stands by…
A woman sometimes stands by…
A wife thinks about “us”
A woman thinks about “me”
A wife supports the plans
A woman plans the supports
A wife keeps the relationship
A woman snubs the relationship
A WIFE IS OPPOSITE OF A WOMAN
Who then is a wife?
Amidst all my strife
I‘ve found a darling wife
You too can, if you also tried.
poem by Jr. J.Lakie Kollie
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If my car could run on pure water
IF MY CAR could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would wander thousands of kilometers in the day,
Driving at roaring speeds through the broad highway streets; drowned in waves of tremendous euphoria.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would stop contemplating the cost of expensive gasoline,
Explore every nook and cranny of the gigantic globe; would prefer to drive; every time I was overpowered with the incorrigible urge to walk.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would evacuate the monsoon rivers of their liquid,
Storing it surreptitiously in my colossal tank; pilfer every droplet of the solvent dribbling from the mountain springs.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would relinquish to travel by the most extravagant of aircraft,
Thoroughly utilizing my incredulous contraption; to transport me wherever I wanted; without the slightest pinch to my pocket.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would never feel uncouth pangs of thirst reverberate in my vocal chords,
As I would devour frugal mouthfuls of the liquid stashed in my fuel jacket; at intermittent intervals while traversing through the streets.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would make frequent visits to the gushing jungle stream,
Swimming rambunctiously in the same; withdrawing as much water as I could while gleefully returning.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would camouflage my automobile with coarse sheets of sprawling canvas,
Would impregnate it with all the amenities indispensable for life; inhabit it unrelentingly all day and night; while rolling on the roads.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would save astronomical sums of money,
Investing the same in diversified arenas of life; gain in insight and loads of experience while transgressing through mesmerizing parts of the world.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would get reprieve from obnoxious stench of the elixir,
Instead have the ravishing aroma of fresh water waft into my nostrils; encompassing my persona with waves of enchantment.
And if my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would sleep like a diabolical demon all night; released from the onerous tensions of ruminating over price hikes,
Travel all sunlit day in my luxurious caravan with my beloved in close proximity; now completely oblivious to the hour when I had last filled disdainful petrol.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Sex Is A Dirty Devil Of Mind Which Always Troubles The Mind
Sex is a dirty devil of mind which always troubles the mind
A sexy man or woman suffers in life not to control the sex,
Such man or woman makes the life-hell in an unkind bind,
Nothing they find in life due to their worset sexual nature,
Wife and husband, parents and children may divide in life,
For example if a boy or a girl can be married in other caste,
Then a war begins among kith and kin and also other caste,
Lovers die in their blind love not to think of their family,
Great leaders and officers are often disturbed by sexual life,
They lost jobs or seats and led their families for distruction,
Those who control the sex are forever happy in life with safe,
Sex can not let for any risk but it can be let for construction,
If wife is suffering from any disease but husband must control,
Likewise both should control sex otherwise sex becomes petrol.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Pretty woman
Pretty woman.
But wife is beautiful.
Pretty woman is hot.
But wife is the sexiest.
Pretty woman is just for sex.
But a wife is to make love.
Wife is a forbidden fruit.
To you and all.
and wife is more caring.
Be at home and by her husband.
and wife is the husband diamond.
And the husband love making love to her.
That no other women can.
Make him feel so good.
and her husband always in love.
With her.
And wife is the husband success.
Loving and warm full happiness.
She bears our children. And
She is the most gifted darling.
poem by See Fee Lee
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Worthier man and woman
She is such a woman
That women find her
Worthier than any woman
And men, the rarest of all women.
He is such a man
That men find him
Worthier than any man
And women, that the greatest of all.
She and he must be better match
But that really does not happen.
21.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Any woman can consume.
No woman to a man is failing.
As matter to fire is not failing..
Some, like petrol, catch instantly.
Some, like wood, catch in time.
Some, like coal, do with time.
Some, like iron, at least, rust.
Petrol to metal, a woman can be.
Time given, no love is unborn.
No love is out of burning.
21.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Neither safe nor secure
Man is motile; he sticks not and shifts.
Woman is stable, stuck to and left.
Sexual conflicts are an inborn quality.
No woman is safe; no man is secure.
29.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lust is fire.
Be she a metal, coal or oil,
No woman is immune to combustion of lust.
Intensity and duration of flame determine.
Woman is chaste by force.
Lust and fire are consumers.
16.10.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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