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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Wrought iron is woman.
A raw iron is made to lava by puberty,
Cast to mould by consummation,
And solidified by child birth,
After which it is a wrought iron, the woman
07.05.2003
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Fathers Dilemma (daughters stages)
she was brought into this world
as beautiful as can be.
played with her dolls - naturally.
a few years later she reaches puberty.
and the years are going by much to fast for me.
soon she becomes a teenage girl
making the rounds
and with her friends getting down.
listening to the music of her generation
moving her body, and feeling the sensations.
the teen years is when i worry
hoping that the years will go by in a hurry.
then she reaches womanhood
and life 'dawns on her' as it should.
all the do's and don'ts that i preached
she has finally gotten to reach
that stage in her life
that now she thinks twice.
now a full grown woman, and so much in love
planning her wedding, and using turtle doves.
a smile on her face, and joy in her heart.
getting ready for a brand new start.
being a newly wed with so much to learn
and old bridges, she has to burn.
now she has to WORK, COOK, CLEAN
and everything else in between.
she can no longer procrastinate
for it is 'much too late'.
a year later has come and gone
and her doctor hits her with the bomb.
you are pregnant, and a boy you'll bare
this is the news you have to share.
six months later out he came
a little boy and ' JAMES' is his name.
now she's gone through all the
stages that a female must do.
CHILD, PUBERTY, TEENAGER, WOMANHOOD
and now MOTHERHOOD.
and every stage she carried me through.
and as her father i will pray, and i'll love
her more than words can say.
poem by Louis Rams
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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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In the life of children there are two very clear-cut phases, before and after puberty. Before puberty the child's personality has not yet formed and it is easier to guide its life and make it acquire specific habits of order, discipline, and work after puberty the personality develops impetuously and all extraneous intervention becomes odious, tyrannical, insufferable. Now it so happens that parents feel the responsibility towards their children precisely during this second period, when it is too late then of course the stick and violence enter the scene and yield very few results indeed. Why not instead take an interest in the child during the first period
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Teenage And Puberty
Teenage and puberty,
My life is on the run and i need help!
Because there are so much sin around me,
And this world has not taught us much.
I looked for you last night but,
You were nowhere to be seen;
I shouted out your name aloud but,
No one answered back to me;
But i need care to overcome this wall around me.
Teenage and puberty,
And of all the life see among my peers;
Bu is this world teaching us better? !
For i really know what i am going through.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fool is a lover
He fell in love with her in her middle age.
Since her puberty, how many, with a vantage,
Would have disturbed, pursued,
Excited, aroused and embarrassed her
And how many, with chance in their side,
Would have wooed and courted her?
But he can’t but refuse to believe it.
He loved her as though she was a maiden
And took her love a virgin one,
As if he is the first to steal her heart.
She departed; he departed but not his loving her,
Though taken away by time and distance,
Though reunion being weak in its stance
And though new union having a chance.
How foolish a lover is! Let him be.
Pleasure is the manifestation of foolishness.
30.10.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Is life beautiful?
An intellectual woman, I admire.
A pleasant woman, I befriend.
An exciting woman, I desire.
A sincere woman, I love.
A liberal woman I try for.
How is life beautiful?
17.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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O Woman What Beauty
O woman what beauty I have seen in thee.
Who's beauty and grace delivers but tranquillity.
What face at birth could deliver such joy.
And through the years does most kind I employ.
God made man in his image, but woman he made in his dreams.
Though with woman, man still lives in Eden it would seem.
For woman are natural mothers, beautiful fruit to behold,
if it were not for a woman a man's history would not be told.
So through all of life's stages from young, middle aged, and old;
as a man I say O woman what beauty I see in thee, so forever,
may it unfold.
poem by Robert K. Allison III
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Chance is the might
We were all the time in their court
But it is they who scored the winning goal
By a solitary flitter, straight at our post.
Yes, the chance is mightier than the might.
20.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Defect is a blessing
One son, handicapped,
Got a post, on quota.
The other, a wholesome,
Reeled through out.
I wish I had both as handicapped.
13.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Schools must stop being holding pens to keep energetic young people off the job market and off the streets. We stretch puberty out a long, long time.
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When I was 14 years old, I decided I could cook. It was either that or puberty.
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A Womans Insight*************1978
i felt a slight twinge in my heart
that deep down burning feeling tearing me apart.
i thought that it would go away
but now i know it's here to stay.
that feeling of when i look at my childs
picture at night.
and i go to her room to make
sure she's allright.
to see that smile upon her face
and i know she's dreaming of satin and lace.
i go back to bed, and all i could see
my little girls eyes burning thru me.
telling me of things that she will need
when she reaches puberty.
then she will reach that stage in life
when she herself will become a wife.
this is the part of life that a parent must bear
this is the part that they have to share.
to give their little girl to another
and wait for her to become a mother.
to see her go through the same stages in life
to have to go thru those struggles and strife.
now when she looks into her little childs eyes
she'll get that same feeling by and by.
and she'll know it was passed down the line.
poem by Louis Rams
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Kya kahna (What to tell)
She was as innocent as water
And fell in love with a romantic hero.
He won one more feather to his cap.
She lost her only feather to his trap.
He is a hunter. She is a hunted.
What mercy could exude from a hunter?
A Viswamithra he became. A thrown
Out Meneka, she stood resolute.
She wanted not to eat a humble pie.
She wanted not to emulate Kunti.
She wanted to retain her motherhood.
Against all the law and all the ethics.
A monument her child might come,
That would humble him to fall at her feet,
Which she wanted, and rejected outright
To marry the former lover she shunned.
Murder not the motherhood
If moral or immoral.
Reject not the beloved
If a virgin or a victim.
Then would rebound the motherhood.
Then refined would be the beloved
[an abstract of a Hindi movie]
04.09.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Barbie Doll
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.
She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.
In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.
poem by Marge Piercy
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I was really lucky that I came to puberty at a time when music and politics were completely intertwined.
quote by Bob Geldof
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Puberty hit me very hard, and I basically had no use for school once I discovered the guitar.
quote by Rick Springfield
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Popularity Is Not Again
Popularity like puberty
Will not happen twice.
Say, a movie once popular
Is not so when played later.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Guard yourselves, women
Advice to young women!
Be alert to strange men!
Mind! Bad is every man,
Either in the beginning or at the end.
10.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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