Unfaithful men
A man will regard it as love
When he woos and courts a woman.
He would take it as a conquest
Once he’s managed to consume her.
No man is loyal to her because he had her.
05.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Feeling In A Rendezvous Mood
Feeling in a.
Rendezvous mood.
Feeling a bit desperate about it too.
And only to myself,
Will I admit this.
And only to myself,
Will I even address it.
Feeling in a
Rendezvous mood.
Feeling a bit desperate about it too.
And only will I pat myself on the back.
For encouraging urges inside me like that.
Yet I'm too,
Given to have one on ones.
Too...
Selfish to share anyone.
And just too loyal to be about cheating.
Especially with another,
Who woos me to be fooled.
I'm just too
Committed to be sneaky.
Too.
Suspicious of that hit to miss.
Too.
Quick to fall in love.
To have someone tell me,
There is another one they are thinking of.
Feeling in a...
Rendezvous mood.
Feeling a bit desperate about it too.
And only will I pat myself on the back.
For encouraging urges inside me like that.
Yet I'm too,
Given to have one on ones.
Too
Selfish to share anyone.
And just too loyal to be about cheating.
Especially with another,
Who woos me to be fooled.
Feeling in a.
Rendezvous mood.
But just too loyal to be about cheating.
Especially with another,
Who woos me to be fooled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The goals of love
Love is a battle, where
Clinching coitus is man’s conquest,
With the woman left as a loser,
And eluding coitus is woman’s success,
With the man left as a failure.
A conqueror is not grateful.
A successor is not remorseful.
Both play for their goals.
25.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Cant Get No Justice
black man
in them poverty chains
cant get no justice
in them sterile white courts.
blue collar man
in them grimy working chains
cant get no justice
in them insulated courts.
freedom man
in them speak out chains
cant get no justice
in them walled off courts.
poor woman, ha!
in them second class chains
cant get no justice
in them man-god courts.
you and me
in them angry tired chains
cant get no justice
in them fictional courts!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
My dreams are of a
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The rarest victory.
A woman may like you
But will not let you love her.
A woman may love you
But will not let you have her.
A woman may have you
But will not let you implant.
If you have her bear your child
It is the rarest conquest a man scales.
19.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Consuming
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Second of the day
I wonder at His glory that is
a woman and ask who is
She that walks so proudly?
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Dream I dream
You walk through me like
A chill on winters eve. I see
You but I am but a shade
Unto you
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Breathe I take
You are the forest to my trees
That hide me from your sight.
We dance the dance of the
Stars and thoughts of you
Consume me
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Death I die
Her being, her beauty burns
Through me. I died in her
Passing when she smiled unto
Me
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Kiss you kiss me...
poem by Leonid Gonzalez
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Her Bum
‘Does my bum look big in this? ’ She glared.
I gulped and stared upon the floor.
I must escape; the bedroom door
Was open. ‘Run! ’ my senses cried.
But I was numb – nerves were fried!
‘Well? ’ She scowled. I sought a subterfuge.
‘It’s absolutely huge! ’ I thought –
But how to tell her that–? A short
And blighted life she’d wreak on me.
And so to Wife, on bended knee
I prayed ‘Oh please release me from this hell! ’
She gave a yell: ‘So is it big? ’
I looked again – a mammoth rig
Was hanging down – but how to say?
An honest man would surely pay!
I stuttered ‘Err... well, yes it’s nice.’
Her voice was ice: ‘But in this? ’
I tried diversion with a kiss.
‘I love you’ also burbled out – but
I was heading for a rout.
I drew a breath. ‘Be a man! ’ I growled
Inside this howling, quaking head.
‘Well actually love, ’ and now I’m dead,
‘It’s colossal – a real whopper... ’
The bedroom shook; I couldn’t stop her.
I daren’t publish anymore…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXIII: Complimentary
Some regard it as an honor
Some regard it as a burden
Some regard it as a formality
Some regard it as a flattery
Some regard it as an improver
Some regard it as an insult
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Battered Doll
A red dress for blood spilt,
Torn blouse for flesh rent;
Ladders in the stockings –
A rung for every callous blow landed.
Scuffed shoes winked about the kicks –
After all, bruise-gorged eyes can’t –
Just permanently closed.
Burning tears were scant warmth
Against a chill from ugly cries.
Lipstick smudges on the chin to
Nullify all vestiges of beauty –
Those that constituted rare patches
Of purest cream skin, from
Days of feminine joy, telling once
Upon a time there was an angel…
But now, a battered doll.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Women for the Men
To clasp a silken-textured breast
Is nothing but a daily quest
Of preternatural drive.
We wonder of the fulsome fare
Her bra undone might bring to bear -
Disclosing all so we may stare
For hours on end upon the pair of
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the-brains- of-men? -
A bleak affair,
And why we still survive!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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The Eternal Twins: Love And Hate
It consumes without regard
It shape without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power
We look for it but it finds us
It devours without regard
It destroys without regard
It brought nations to its knees
And lifted its people
It gives power without regard
It enslaves without regard
We are but pebbles in its wake
When it overflows in us
And yet.... Its ugly twin holds
Power over it
It consumes without regard
It shapes without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power....
poem by Leonid Gonzalez
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Morals to curb instincts
Man loves woman and woman loves man.
Without any insistence, it happens.
Man to man and woman to woman,
Love comes hard and is insisted on.
No need to tell one to love oneself.
Instinctual acts needs no morals.
09.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Old Woman And Her Loyal Maid
the old woman is very rich
she has two children, a lovely daughter and a very naughty son
the lovely daughter dislikes her
and the naughty son wants to kill her
she slaps her often and the more the daughter wants to go away from her
the son is disturbed and furious because he did not know his father enough
the daughter married a gentle man
and the son went away with no know address no known destination
he never came back
while she lives her own life away from the rich woman
the old woman has a loyal maid
who has no memory of humiliating words that the old woman more often
inflicts in her person
the old woman is dying
but the son and daughter have no respect anymore for such word
as mother.
meanwhile the loyal maid keeps swallowing the pesters of the old woman
expecting a part of the wealth
as her pay and legacy
well, this story cannot have an ending yet
the old woman is still alive and the son and daughter are still making up
their minds
what to do next.
Life is a comma. The ending always waits
for something that will be a happy one.
But who knows, except this one, something tragic may happen
at the end. Who knows?
I will for sure.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Mary Wollstonecraft
The lilly cheek, the "purple light of love,"
The liquid lustre of the melting eye,--
Mary! of these the Poet sung, for these
Did Woman triumph! with no angry frown
View this degrading conquest. At that age
No MAID OF ARC had snatch'd from coward man
The heaven-blest sword of Liberty; thy sex
Could boast no female ROLAND'S martyrdom;
No CORDE'S angel and avenging arm
Had sanctified again the Murderer's name
As erst when Caesar perish'd: yet some strains
May even adorn this theme, befitting me
To offer, nor unworthy thy regard.
poem by Robert Southey
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She Complains That She Is Not That Weak Woman In Passion
What you read is all there is
If you cannot relate
Then no problem
If you are not that woman
Wriggling in my poem
Then let it be another woman
Another woman that
You mock
That you think is
So unreal
A woman who is not you
A woman who cannot be you
Is still the real woman
That I hold and love and cherish
She is still the woman that I love very much
She is still the woman that I can die for
She is the weak woman in my arms
She is the woman hiding in my embraces
She is the woman longing for my love
She is the woman who cannot live without my love
She is the woman who is by my side
She is the woman lovable to me
We made a vow
And I will be with her forever
Without me she is incomplete
Without her I am incomplete
We will always be together
Will you hate the woman that I love?
Drop her. She is mine. I’ll catch her.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Woman Come Set Your Man Free
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
Take me by the hand
And lead me to your promised land
Woman come and set your man free
Woman only you have the key
To release these chains that bind so tight on me
Won’t you come and smile
Turn the key, release me awhile
Yeah, woman come set your man free
Take me to heaven
Give me just enough
There can be no denying me
The gift of your love
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
Take me by the hand
And lead me to your promised land
Woman come and set your man free
Woman you’ve laid siege to my heart
I’m hungry for the taste of your love
My world’s forever changed
Your Rome, I’m Carthage
Woman come and set your man free
Take me to heaven
Give me just enough
There can be no denying me
The gift of your love
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
Take me by the hand
And lead me to your promised land
Woman come and set your man free
Woman, I’m in exile on foreign shores
A refugee in need of your love and warmth
Won’t you give me shelter, and a little more
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
I’ve been wandering in the wilderness
And it’s time for a new address
Woman come and set your man free
Heaven’s behind my woman’s door
Heaven’s behind my woman’s door
She gives me love, and so much more
Heaven’s behind my woman’s door
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poem by Colin Coplin
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Woman’s love for men
A woman loves being loved by men
Without letting herself love them.
She would encourage men’s love for her
Irrespective of her liking for them.
She would part company with men
Without sustaining any wounds or scare.
Men would take woman’s love as true
And pine life long for them since parting.
29.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be A Candle....
be a candle
to me
shine in darkness
consume yourself
cry, cry,
in silence
consume yourself
be those tears
wasted on
the graveyard
of the one
you love
be gone....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But we must not, if we are loyal, disperse our energies in a partisan warfare that is waged without regard to its consequences to the well being, security, or honor of the country.
quote by Bainbridge Colby
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