Tolerance of woman.
Be an abuser; be a deciever.
Your wife will be put up with you.
Women are not willing to put up
With men who are impotent.
04.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman’s apathy
If I am impotent,
Let my wife go childless.
If I lost taste for her
Let her go without sex.
This is men’s aptitude.
This is women’s servitude.
20.11.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man reaches the tragic end.
Half of women are born as impotent.
The other half is taught to be impotent.
Men swim for water in the sea.
Which man had ended his life on happy notes?
17.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Adultery is absolved.
It is her child, not her husband's.
She knows that he knows about it.
She proved she is not sterile.
He is shown as not impotent.
He accepted hid wife as wife.
05.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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(Father poems) In the name of the father
His father
Is a deranged drug addict
Who refuses to listen to the experts
The junkie just won't kick the habit
And the son is a teen drug peddler who
Who sells drugs at school
His father is an alcoholic
The unrepentant drug dealer has sold
His soul to the devil and liquor
The drunkard has a master's degree
In alcohols abuse and he can teach
The suicidal to misuse liquor and
Pay the price with their own lives
His wife abuser of a father assaults
His mother routinely in front of his
Own children party as a chore but mainly
To prove what's meant by it's a man's world
And the boy watches with baleful admiration
Thus is born a girl hater and a serial rapist
His father is maniacal tiger at home and
A coward of a bleating harmless lamb
In the streets who pays protection fee
To the gangsters who fear no wife beater
And the son grows up in the name of the father
He himself becomes a deluded drug dealer
And loony of a wife abuser
His own son too will grow up and continue
The family trade of drug abuse and wife
Battering and the grandson too and the great
Grandson...you see it runs through the family
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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The power of the harasser, the abuser, the rapist depends above all on the silence of women.
quote by Ursula K. LeGuin
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The Revealer
The Revealer
Kings and presidents
The man who knew their secrets
Is in prison now
Abuser of women it’s said
No one will believe him now.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Man trains woman.
Women become conservative
Where men are possessive.
Women grow liberal
Where men are democrates.
Women are molded by men
30.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Women
Women...
Some budy
Called flower...
Some budy
Called moon...
Some budy
Called Brandy...
Somebudy
Called hourse...
Some budy
Called donkey...
Some budy
Called basterd...
Some calling
Some of word's
Women with women's...
This words are
Not full fill
The women...
World wide
Women is beauty...
Women is sexy...
Thats thats...
But...
Women is what...?
Not only women
Women is your mother...
Women is your sister...
Women is your wife...
Women is doughter...
Women is your gran mother...
Women is your friend...
Not only above...
Women is a human...
Human is women...
Understand too
All women's...
With your heart...
At your humunity...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The brain and balls
Where chastity is purity
There men grow with brain
And go impotent.
Where rules promiscuity
There men grow with balls
And go idiotic.
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Qualms
Men seek women for fruits
But women give only shades.
Women have qualms to give
What men have fear to pluck.
13.04.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I know one man who was impotent who gave AIDS to his wife and the only thing they did was kiss.
quote by Pat Robertson
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Without women
Today a daughter and a princess
Tomorrow a mother or a mistress
Up! Up! Up! Women
Stop! Stop! Stop! Women
Perhaps true, perhaps true
Women are amazing creatures
Moulded with dazzling features
Women are an object of mystery
Have their own place in history
Women are great
They make the best dates
Except when they turn up very late
Without women
What will become of us?
No more noises on the bus
No one to make all the fuss
Without women
What will become of men?
Who will teach them,
How to behave and learn?
Women are the spicy ingredient of romance
Women are the juicy parent of importance
Women are a heavenly treasure
The epitome of human pleasure
Up! Up! Up! Women
Stop! Stop! Stop! Women
Perhaps true, perhaps true
Without women
Would this earth have survived?
Without women
Imagine how many will feel deprived
Women are simply delicious
Beware they can be serious
Especially when suspicious
And turn to Mrs Vicious
Women are priceless
Without women
Life will be without spice
Simply lifeless
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Behind This Story
It is not up in the heavens,
It is not beyond the seas,
It is not around you,
It is not near you,
For the teeth of the wild animals are deep in the forest.
It is a concrete hole,
For my wife is wounded;
But who is behind this story?
November 12th 2006,
I escaped from the bullet!
November 14th 2006,
Your own eyes have seen this day;
November 17th 2006,
Six months after the birth of Elias;
With accurate and hones weights,
But like the broken glass on that day!
Take him to your husband and take her to your wife,
And look for both signs on the scales;
With peace at last and like the money in your hand!
Behind this story,
It should be eaten the same day;
Behind this story,
It should be eaten the same night;
Behind this story,
It should be read over and over for understanding!
And to all the fish that school.
Look for the fins and the scales,
And in isolation for seven days;
But tall and strong to satisfy your muse,
For it is clan by clan and clay by clay!
And it is very wonderful to the ears.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Man’s business with woman
All potent men are predators on women.
They have some business with them,
That they would reveal sooner or later.
Women are clever enough to shelve theirs.
07.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The age allows expansion
At my twenty my mother had looked old.
Women that age in my fifty excite.
Norms for acceptability of women
Expand in proportion to man’s aging
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Abuser
it does not matter if you're male or female
in the mind of a abuser
they will always prevail.
when you allow the abuse from the start
in you life, it becomes a part.
whether it's verbal or physical, it matters not
you let it start, and it won't stop.
the verbal can be more damaging than the physical
because it becomes daily.
like a sculptor chipping away at its mold
until it becomes the way that they want it to be.
and if you don't stop it
you will never be free.
they do it because of their own inadequacy.
which is something that their mind won't see.
how much abuse should you take
before it becomes much to late?
the verbal abuser will always put you to the ground
and expect you to not make a sound.
they will tell you that you was put here to serve.
and to make a move, you have no nerve.
that you must obey their every command
and that you are the scum of the land.
if you have no - or low self esteem
it is something which will be seen.
and when an abuser has you in their sight
no matter what you do, it won't be right.
STOP the abuse, before it's too late.
for this can not be your destined fate.
the verbal abuse will always start first
then from there, it will get worse.
YOU must walk away, so that they can see
a victim you will not be.
(abuse is like a broken tool, it could damage whatever is good)
poem by Louis Rams
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Good, she isn’t young.
.
I pity for my friend
Who left her wife young
Having met an accident.
Lured by all sort of men,
She is tottering
On a slippery road.
I am fortunate
That my wife is pretty old.
I can die in peace
26.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Women see they aren’t free
Women fail to assert the freedom in sex
That the pioneers have won for them.
Though they are certainly aware
That it is only their choice
That keeps this freedom from them,
They are still afraid of using it.
Most likely their daughters too follow suit
As these women would not advocate to them
The freedom they feared to employ for themselves
And the freedom their mothers were deprived of.
Women take care of each other that they aren’t free.
08.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love is not threatened by lust.
He, who is after other women,
Is still not averse to his woman
He, who loves his wife,
Is still interested in other women.
Pleasure and affection are different.
Kannakhi never felt threatened
By Madhavi’s love to her husband.
Wife! Give him some loose end.
He will return to amend.
15.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Men are at mercy
Men are venders and women, buyers.
Men are eager to get more buyers.
Women are fed up with more venders.
Men live at the mercy of women.
09.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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