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Who is dirtied?

When a man sips more than a cup,
polluted are not his own lips.
When a cup is sipped by many lips,
stained is the very cup.
In adultery, a woman is a cup.
She slips from the moral grip.
Patriarchy’s endorsement.
21.12.2000, Bbsr

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Last Supper

Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
And the mouth so mocking gay,
A wanton you to the finger-tips,
Who break men's hearts in play;
A thing of dust I have striven for,
Honour and manhood given for,
Headlong to ruin driven for,
And this is the last, you say. . . .

Drinking your wine with dainty sips,
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.

Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
ong have you held your sway;
I have laughed at your merry quips -
Now is my time to pay.
What we sow we must reap again;
When we laugh we must weep again;
So to-night we will sleep again,
Nor wake until Judgement Day. . . .

'Tis a poisoned wine that your palate lips,
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.

Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
Down on your knees and pray;
Pray your last ere the moment slips,
Pray ere the dark and the terror grips,
And the bright world fades away.
Pray for the peace and the rest of us:
Here comes the Shape in quest of us,
Now we must go away. . . .

You and I in the grave's eclipse,
Marie Vaux of the painted Lips.

poem by Robert William Service
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Patriarchy is man made.

A man by nature is a polygamist.
And a woman is a monogamist.
Civilization came to halt polygamy.
The resultant is the birth of patriarchy.
19.10.2000

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Crucial forty

At forty a woman is threatened
Of losing ever her charm and
To test her worthiness, is inclined,
Edging to adultery at hand.

Above forty a man is warned
Of his age and weary of his wife.
To test his vim he is emboldened,
Waging adultery in wiles.

Potent woman often slips.
Virulent man often hooks.

Law is to transgress,
Code is to infringe,
When instincts spurt.
12.10.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rubaiyat 28

Don’t let go of the cup’s lips
Till you receive your worldly tips.
Bittersweet is the world’s cup
From lover’s lips and the cup sips.

poem by Shams al-Din Hafiz
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The lips visible

Lips are woman’s visible assets
Luscious lips are much seductive.
Angelina Julia’s are the epitome.
Lips are the substitutes to the hidden lips.
15.05.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All Alone.

All alone except for
The dame sitting across
The way drinking coffee
Her lips ready to sip her
Hands holding the cup
Her finger looped through
The handle and she closes
Her eyes as she sips and
You notice how the lips part
And how the raised cup touches
The softness of her and you
Watch and imagine the lips are
Touching yours and she is
Emptying you of all your juices
And swallowing you up and
Draining you away just like the
Contents of the cappuccino cup.

poem by Terry Collett
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Pine

I felt your lips
On mine.
My hands
Cupped your face
For that drink divine.

I sipped you…
Unto eternity.

Yet to quench
That aeon of
Thirst -
From those
Lips of thine,
My heart would
Forever pine.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I Can't Kiss You

I can't kiss you as one drop
my lips are a boat that loves to wave your ocean
I can't kiss you as one match
my lips are the matchbox that lights your lips' fire

I can't kiss you as one moment
my lips are the clock that loses its hours
I can't kiss you as one lips' graze
my lips like to write long carmine stories

I can't kiss you right now
my lips need a romantic cosiness
I wouldn't like just to kiss you
my lips would like to pad into your lips' flower
(eternity)

poem by Ata Augustyn
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Voodooded Lips

VOODOODED LIPS
esspeecee …18.06.09.

In the mirror of silence
I’ll reflect you lips’ eloquence.

In the mirror of silence
I’ll blush-in by your lips’ glittrence.

In the mirror of silence
I’ll unfold your lips’ innocence.

In the mirror of silence
I’ll savor to the lees your lips’ elegance.

In the mirror of silence
I get psychic catharsis
In our lip lock reminiscences.

In the mirror of silence
I’ll siphon in your lips’ effulgence.

In the mirror of silence
I’ll grope your lips
In abyssal absence.

In the mirror of silence
My lips will coalesce
In your lips’ effervescence.

In the mirror of silence
I’ll be vortexed by
Lips’ psychedelic resonance.

In the mirror of silence
We’ll passionately hug
With sensuous confluence.

In the mirror of silence
I’ll smear lips by
Your lips’ fragrance.

In the mirror of silence
We’ll tie-up our lips
In Monalisian resemblance.

In the mirror of silence
I’ll fresco my lips
From your lips’ brilliance.

In the mirror of silence
My lips will stain
By your lips’ every essence.

I’m voodooded by:
In the mirror of silence,
Your lips’ excellence,
And deluxe luminance.

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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Benedictine

The Benedictine scents and stains
the languor of your pallid lips;
My kiss shall be a bee that sips
A fainting roseleaf flushed with rains.

I thirst, and yet my thirst increases
With draining deep and deeper kisses;
The odour of your breath releases
Desires that dream of deeper blisses.

And on my lips your lips now pressed
Cling moist and close; your lips begin
Devouringly to gather in
Your kisses that my lips possessed.

The odour of your breath releases
Wafts of intoxicating blisses;
Yet still my thirst of you increases,
I think beneath your thirsty kisses.

No kisses more, this perilous day,
Or tempting, tempt me not in vain:
This day I dare not taste again
Your lips that suck my soul away!

poem by Arthur Symons
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Evilties

Evilties sipped,
And poured in discretion.
mmm...
Delicious
And dripping off,
The dastard deeds...
Of secretive quipping lips.

With a satisfaction deemed,
To please and bring to daylight!
There is a darkness intended,
Behind all of it.
These evilties sipped,
And loving to inflict.

Evilties sipped,
With homemade crumpets
Filled with whipped demonicness.
To spread
To lay
In a comfortness.
That does its best...
To infest a digesting of it!
And bringing some to rage,
In a crazed reception.
Idealized with idolized accepting perfection.

mmm...
These evilties sipped,
To lick a peace that ceases.
These evilties completed...
Until everyone at night,
Is startled by nightmares that incite.
And frightens by the sight,
Of imposing disturbing shadows.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over His Latte.

He's only just sat down
in the cafe when she enters
and stands at the counter

waiting to be served. He lets
his latte settle. Allows his
eyes to scrutinize. The waitress

serves the woman in the white
hat and black dress. He notes
her fine figure, the low cut at

the neck, the thin straps over
shoulders. He tries to breathe
in from where he sits her perfume,

but it doesn't come. The woman
orders an espresso and says it
with an Italian accent. He follows

her with his eyes as she walks
to a table alone. She looks like a
girl Modigliani would have painted.

She looks at her watch and then
around the room of the cafe.
She crosses her legs, one over

the other, thigh revealed. He sips
his latte. Wipes his lips with the
back of his hand. Bad habit, mother

would have slapped his hand as a
child once. The waitress delivers
the woman's coffee; he notes the

waitress's fine behind, the hands
serving, the legs touching together.
Then she's gone. Just the woman

in the white hat to study. The way
she lifts the small white cup to her
mouth, her fingers holding delicately,

as if afraid to break. Get a life Brody
would say if he were there. But he's not;
he's away with that girl from the office,

having a lay. The woman in the hat
stares at him, her eyes devour, her lips
part like legs before sex. She looks boringly

away. He sips more latte. He doesn't like
her white hat or black dress anyway.

poem by Terry Collett
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Steal The Thunder

Here you come again, lookin' for another thrill
With your lipstick, high heel shoes, lookin' like you're dressed to kill
Tattoo stuck on you, branded by a chosen few
What short memory, now it's time to pay your dues
Don't you hear a word I say? Just turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, I'm tellin' you, I'm through with you
I know where you go when you need to get some
Bad little actress on a mattress, it's seduction, anything for you
You don't you hear a word I say, so turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, you're history
I've been watching what you do, and it doesn't take a fool
To see what we've been through, oh, gonna turn the page on you
(Solo)
You don't you hear a word I say, so turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, oh, I'm through with you
Read my lips, oh, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, you're history
Oh yeah, read my lips, I said, read my lips, read my lips
Just read my lips
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song performed by by Loverboy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sensuous Lips (THE DEPTH OF MAN)

I kissed the most sensuous lips that I ever saw.
The most sensuous lips and I wanted more.
Her lips so soft, so gentle, so moist.
And the whispering of her voice.

Why is it that you love my lips so?
Is there something that I should know?

I said: when I kiss your lips I feel like
I am floating on air, and it relieves
All my worries and cares.
It puts me into a place I’ve never been before
And I’m wanting more and more.

It’s like taking a trip to the heavens above
And it shows me all your love.
Like a baby in the warmth of the mothers stomach
Safe and never rejected- but always protected.

How can a woman s lips put a mans soul on fire
And fill his heart with a burning desire?
How can her lips make you feel that you
Could move heaven and earth?
How can she show you what life is worth?

Her lips so gentle, so soft, so moist
So refreshing, so everlasting!

The taste of her lips like the taste of
The most desirable nectar on this earth
Filling my body and soul
Making me complete- making me whole.

Why do I love your lips so?
This is why!
And now you know.

poem by Louis Rams
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The fetish object

He told me that he liked me for my lips.
I didn’t know then he liked only my lips
Nor did I know that he would not indulge
In any act other than kissing lips.
What I found erotic turned repugnance.
What I pandered turned to be an ordeal.
He not handling but my lips in bed,
I soon cringed at his approach itself.
My lips have become to him a fetish object.
I regret having got married to him.
The want of spontaneity and variety
Have put me in cold storage,
My lips being sore and body burning.
09.11.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To ---- IX

They may talk of the eloquence famous in story;
Of the names that through ages continue to shine;
There never has fallen more true oratory
From the lips of a mortal, than falleth from thine.

With pathos and passion, oh! not more replete
Is the bard, though at Helicon's fountain he sips;
Nor his accents more glowing, persuasive, and sweet,
Though the bees of Hymettus had fed on his lips.

poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Love is a loser

Secrecy and chance help adultery.
Mere romance is the withered blossom,
Notwithstanding the lovers’ liking.

Adultery in secrecy is unnoticed.
Mere love is a scandal published
17.02.2000, Palakkad

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love has no anger

I was not born mad;
I had not grown mad.
But I was made mad.
The cause is you.

I know not love;
I tasted not love.
I have no sore of love
Till I met you.

I now know its gain;
I now know its pain;
All ended in vain.
The cause is you.

Me, you lulled
and then pinched.
I have no anger.
That is love.
22.12.2000, Bbsr

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If You Are My Food Spread On The Table

granting arguendo
my dear beautiful girl
that you are my food for dinner

what shall i take first?

your lips, oh, i love delicious lips
sweet lips, wet lips and tight lips, and
gripping lips to my lips

then your eyes
so i can enter your soul
these windows that cannot close
someone so lovely and loving you
as i try to be this air
invisible and yet so essential
to your being

i shall take every flesh in you
and every bone and every nerve

but there is one thing i shall not attempt to take
away from you

your heart, you may not tell me, but i know
it already belongs to someone else

in respect for true love
i shall leave it there
breathing, wishing, and still loving....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Read My Lips

(rock it!)
Ive got something you got nothing to lose
I could give you so much more than youre used to
Move a little closer, maybe we can slip away
Right now we could use a little privacy
All too much attention from your friends in here
Move a little closer,
Trust me - Im not on the make, thats a lie!
If I can pull you over, cmon lady what dyou say
Get a grip, dont resist, read my lips
Its a trip, aint a risk, read my lips
Get a grip, dont resist, read my...
(lips)
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Part of you wanna get lucky
Part of you wanna go trade
Part of you wanna go looking
Part of you want to stay.....
(rock it!)
(chorus)
Shes all mine...
Shes all mine...
Shes all mine...
Shes all mine...
Shes all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine... (a-ha)
Shes all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine...
-
(I love you)
(read my lips)

song performed by by Duran Duran
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