Visual adulteries
The minimum wish that a man harbours
Is gain entry into the eyes and heart
Of the woman of his choice, which she grants.
Thus visual adulteries thrive everywhere.
23.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Think Visual
Productivity is getting higher and higher oh, oh, yeh
But profitability is getting tighter and tighter oh, oh, yeh
When you see our face in the market place we gotta clean cut image to keep
(the competition is getting tighter and tighter)
We gotta advertise, we gotta merchandise, ooh, oh, yeh
Flash those teeth
Competitions on the rise
Open those eyes better get computerised
Think visual, think visual, think visual
Think visual, think visual, show your personality
Marketing says we gotta merchandise
But economy says we gotta minimise huh -
We gotta budget to face and the marketplace is full of competition, competition
Think digital, synthisise, computerise, think visual
Productivity, marketability, higher and higher
Flash those teeth, open those eyes
Think visual, think visual
Flash those teeth, competitions on the rise
Open those eyes, better get computerised
Think visual, think visual, think visual
Think visual, think visual, push the button and see
Marketing say we gotta goal to chase
But economy says we gotta budget to face
Get your attitude straight, cos its all in your mind
And its never too late to get a new design
And if you wanna compete you gotta visualise
Flash those teeth, come on open those eyes
Think visual
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2010 is not just a choice between Republicans and Democrats. 2010 is not just a choice between liberals and conservatives. 2010 is a referendum on the very identity of our nation.
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The queen bee
Woman is such as to make
Man’s eyes fall on her
Without letting hers fall on her
Woman is such as to make
Man’s heart ache for her
Without letting hers ache for him.
Man is such as to feed on
Woman’s figure with his eyes
Without getting hers upon him.
Man is such as to seek
Woman’s heart with chivalry
Without succeeding in his attemps.
23.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Visual Prostitutions Are Welcome
A woman of good looking cannot escape
Visual prostitution from men around.
The one who does the role of a temptress
Is a volunteer for visual prostitutions.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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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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Starving and fasting
He desires her, who denies him entry.
She desires him, whom she denies entry.
He starves and she fasts, food wasting.
Starving is suffering; fasting is over powering.
26.08.2010
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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The societal sanction
No fertile woman has ever
Escaped visual prostitution.
No potent man has ever
Avoided visual raping either.
Undetectable and un-stoppable
The process has got societal sanction.
20.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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She completes me
The woman who inhabits my soul
The woman who took a part of me
that I became unwhole
The woman whom I promised
I'll never let go
The woman who makes me weak
The woman whom I'll always seek
The woman whom I gave my heart
The woman who tore it apart
The woman who I love
The woman who flew away like a dove
The woman who I'll always adore
Never will I abhor
The reason I shed tears
The reason for my fears
The cause of my misery
But I'm never angry
I'll take the pain
Until there's nothing else to gain
poem by Steven Nacar
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Sonnet: Eyes
Oh, what a gorgeous organ, body part,
And visual extension of any brain!
A living camera, that works by art:
Whose loss can make a person go insane!
The visual stimuli gathered from views,
Nothing gets seen by eyes without some light;
Our eyes discern the environmental cues;
What’s life on earth for blind? Pity their plight!
The human eye can see distances short,
Deceiving us of things which lie afar;
God made each creature’s eye as if by heart;
The naked eye can see even a star!
Without our eyes, ’tis tough to read a word!
No human eye dare see the Maker, God;
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The national minimum wage has not been increased in 9 years. By year's end, 21 States across America will have a minimum wage exceeding the Federal minimum wage.
quote by Sherwood Boehlert
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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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A bleak affair,
And why we still survive!
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Well, I mean, Congress did originally set the formula for the state grants, and they guaranteed every state a minimum formula. So that was a congressional decision.
quote by Michael Chertoff
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Thriving
We thrive together
And perish together.
It is comradeship.
We thrive with a leader
And perish with him.
It is monarchy.
We thrive with a master
And perish for him.
It is slavery.
We thrive together
And perish sporadically.
It is the survival of the fittest.
We thrive together
And perish fighting with in.
It is barbarism.
A democracy witnesses
All these sects mixed.
11.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Prize
As queen you have been giving…
A set of characteristics…
Which set you apart…
In your soul, mind and heart…
Your body designed…within a great…
MIND…
Your heart is like the universe…
Having no end…
How on you…can man sin…
You who are the bees nectar…
The roots of plants…
You are woman…That mighty oak…
A bridge over trouble waters…
A GOD sent…
A precious creation…as is man…
But, you stand out…
Giving birth and all…
Having a warm cave of entry…
Tasteful…if need be… :)
You are man's paradise here on this earth…
Why can't (man) see your worth…
And never abuse but consciously respect…
You as the woman GOD…
Gave to man to make man…
A man among men…
Woman…I…LOVE…YOU…
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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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Dear Shakira,
Oh eyes like hers
Are eyes so real
Oh eyes like hers
Give off sweet feel
A woman of talent
A woman of great voice
With no fear; just gallant
She is the voice of choice
If her songs could fly
They’d look like exotic birds
Who would go up so high
They’ll not squeak, but say good words
A woman of the most natural beauty
Who deserves the best of luck
A woman of the purest beauty
For whom many are reasonably love struck
(From A Letter To Justin Bieber's Hair by German Alcala)
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Am I Not Happy? ! ? ....
Why am I not happy?
Because.. The sun's not up?
But I have a choice:
- enjoy the clouds!
Why am I not happy?
Because.. I feel so lonely?
But I have a choice:
To call a friend and let the time go slowly..
Why am I not happy?
Because..I have no money?
But I have a choice:
-forget that I had any..
Why am I not happy?
because..I am in pain?
but I have a choice:
to count, wait-patience I'll gain..
poem by Elena Sandu
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The Woman In The Red Dress
The woman in the red dress
How I admire thee
How could one walk with such grace
And such beauty?
The woman in the red dress
Your comforting eyes
The beautiful color
Resembles the sunrise
The woman in the red dress
So young and youthful
A lie never leaves your lips
You are always truthful
The woman in the red dress
Your name, unknown
Your voice speaks with
The most beautiful of tone
The woman in the red dress
Why must you go?
Why don’t you stay
And allow our love to grow?
(May 2010)
poem by Devon McElveen
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