Why Am I Sex Centered?
I have no longer interest
In reading or seeing anything
About war, violence, adventures.
Detectives and tragedies.
Sequences of love and romance
And the role of heroines take
My breath away. Why: Want of food
Or hunger in accumulation?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Romance Bore Seduction
Hand blessed hand, caressed.
A blushing rose, her face;
Her breast alive;
The elfin nose, a diamond set -
A kiss upon perfection
Bore a rise of pulse
To coach a sultry moan
Across a mellow breath of wine.
He knew; he sensed,
And easing loose a clasp of lace,
Another sign of her relenting:
Wild the play of eyes,
A fuller glide of skin;
He felt the now begin -
Her swell, intention in the sigh.
And so to hedge his move upon the cue -
The cry of deep anticipation,
Waxing all he saw -
Tho' not for us to view -
Arrived, emotion raw.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The hunger
the hunger thinks the rice
can chew both skin and bone
the hunger thinks it's nice
to eat although forlorn
the hunger thinks the corn
can swallow ears and eyes
deaf blind hunger born
self eaten within it dies
the hunger thinks the food
is just a body's unfair breath
the hunger knows the interlude
no food the body eats itself
the hunger thinks the body rotten
is just a place to survive and eat
the hunger of the lost and forgotten
makes its way to the last heart beat
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Reading romantic novels
Women of today aren’t women of yesterday.
A somersault has occurred in her way.
She has come out of man’s entanglement,
With her own earnings and own involvement.
Her mixing with men is very common;
To love at first sight has come uncommon.
No longing; no tryst; no more pining.
Many men around, she is a darling
Of all and not anyone’s belonging.
She tantalizes men around with a suspense.
Yet she hasn’t changed from her past woman
In one respect: she loves reading novels
Of romance where a prince finds on his way
A damsel in distress, whom he rescues
And subsequently falls in love with her.
Yes, she still finds interest in reading
Love scenes that ardent lovers would enact,
As an escape rout from the one that she leads,
And that involves a shallow intimacy
With men, who have no sense of commitment.
Reading romance is still a fantasy
02.08.2009.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Disappearing Act
Chivalry, nobility, courting
They are all just words in my head
No longer these acts performed
They are all dead
They died with their relatives love and romance
The peaceful doves that had you entranced
These things gave you light
Made you believe in love at first sight
But no longer do we work for that girl, that date
We have all become lazy and leave it to fate
No longer these acts a part of our life
We all just wallow in sorrow and strife
No longer in the times of Shakespeare's plays
Where love and romance ruled the days
In the food we eat and the air we breathe
Now it has hidden and taken it's leave
All these must be performed once again
And it is us who shall bring it from the dead, my friend
Sparking the hope and interest of girls, every which way
Letting all know they can find this one day
One who is that which I've spoke
A fine dashing, handsome bloke
With whom they can share every thought
And once and for all find the happiness they sought
One who answers to a whim and fixes all woes
One who she loves from her head to her toes
poem by Anonymous Jr.
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Curiosity
For fallacy and fantasy,
for venture and adventures,
for detectives and comedies,
for romance, for music
for vulgarity and tranquility,
for knowledge and truth,
for thinking and reasoning,
for reality and for truth,
I wandered one after the other.
I left them one after the other.
But curiosity for women rules.
As long as it rules I am not dead
25.08.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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This One Meal
This one meal mom just made
All this food she prepared
This one meal, I remembered
Mom and I had a deal
She said 'Just Eat It'
I stared at the bread I just bit
Watching mom throw away the leftover
Did she even think about the world hunger?
I tried to stop thinking about all this
I couldn't look at my full dish
I cannot hide it
It is too hard, ..
All the world hunger..
From which people die
All this food mom just threw away
Kidney Beans, Sausages, Potatoes...
If only she thought of what she was doing
Throwing away all this food
If only she thought
of what this food could do
save lives, prevent hunger..
Help people live their lives longer..
poem by Klaudia Kuczynska
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Watching The Detectives
Nice girls not one with a defect
Cellophane shrink-wrapped so correct
Red dogs under illegal legs
She looks so good that he gets down and begs
She is watching the detectives, oh hes so cute
She is watching the detectives
When they shoot shoot shoot shoot.
They beat him up until the teardrops start.
But he cant be wounded cos hes got no heart
Long shot of that jumping sign
Visible shivers running down my spine
Cut the baby taking off her clothes
Close-up of the sign that says we never close
You snatch a tune, you match a cigarrette.
She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet
I dont know how much more of this I can take
She filing her finger nails while theyre dragging the lake
(chorus)
Now you think youre alone until you realize youre in it
Now fear is here to stay love is here for a visit.
They call it instant justice when its past the legal limit.
Someones scratching at the window. I wonder who is it?
The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents
Who are ready to hear the worst about their daughters disappearance.
Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay
It only took my little fingers to blow you away
Just like watching the detectives. dont get cute
Its just like watching the detectives.
I get so angry when the tear-drops start
But he cant be wounded cause hes got no heart.
Watching the detectives.
Its just like watching the detectives.
Watching the detectives.
Watching the detectives.
song performed by by Duran Duran
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The Romance Of A Book
Reading a book, you're hit by romance,
No matter the subject matter,
You can read and read,
And every book is different,
Some stories are more pleasant than others,
While some are funny, but most are serious,
For the romance of a book,
Is in everyone's heart,
No matter their age or height,
Whether male or female:
It is all relative and I devour,
Each and every book,
I can read the classics,
Or even a heart-warming romance,
I just get through so many books,
I love every storyline,
Not so much the gory parts,
But the cleverness of the fictional detectives,
And those rock stars that roam the stage,
For a book is something that will never age,
No matter how many years on the shelf,
And stories can be shared with everyone else,
Yet everyone has their own views,
And books can be lifting when they're feeling blue,
For people have been reading fiction for centuries,
But, of course, not all books are fictional:
There're the historical books, interesting,
Even if a reader is just passing through,
And we can all learn something from the history books,
And let's not forget the autobiographies:
Many a man and woman fascinating,
Having lead unique lives and having had special loves,
And there is a romance to these people,
For they walked the same earth as everyone else,
Yet brought something strange and special to the world,
Like a scientist making a new discovery,
Or a rock star penning a hit song,
And all these things are which make books belong,
I haven't met anyone yet who finds books boring,
Because books are not boring: they are fascinating,
Unique, special, strange, romantic and enjoyable,
And every reader's dream: like hitting 'play' on a record,
For this is the romance of a book.
poem by Paula Glynn
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Watching The Detectives
Nice girls not one with a defect,
Cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct.
Red dogs under illegal legs.
She looks so good that he gets down and begs.
She is watching the detectives.
"ooh, he's so cute!"
She is watching the detectives
When they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.
They beat him up until the teardrops start,
But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart.
Long shot of that jumping sign,
Invisible shivers running down my spine.
Cut the baby taking off her clothes.
Close-up of the sign that says,"we never close"
You snatch tune, you a match a cigarette,
She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet.
I don't know how much more of this i can take.
She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake.
Chorus
You think you're alone until you realize you're in it.
Now fear is here to stay. love is here for a visit.
They call it instant justice when it's past the legal limit.
Someone's scratching at the window. i wonder who is it?
The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents
Who are ready to hear the worst about their daughter's disappearance.
Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay,
It only took my little fingers to blow you away.
Just like watching the detectives.
Don't get cute!"
It's just like watching the detectives.
I get so angry when the teardrops start,
But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart.
Watching the detectives.
It's just like watching the detectives.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Give Into Hate
Violence surrounds me
Violence in society
Violence in our eyes
Violence in their cries
Violence it's our fate?
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, no escape?
Violence, give into hate?
Is it human nature to act like animals?
We're all guilty, we're all criminals
Selfish species headed for a self destruction
Violent product of moral corruption
Violence for love
Violence because of hate
Violence, revolution
Violence of the state
Violence, you will find
Violence, it grips your mind
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, give into hate
song performed by by Unseen
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Love is everlasting
Wonder, venture, adventure,
Sports, play, games,
Comedy, humor, satire,
Detective, Violence and on,
I had left one by one
In reading materials,
In all my span of life.
But, I had not left.
Love, romance and sex,
Which are immortal to the mortal.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love is everlasting.
Wonder, venture, adventure,
Sports, play, games,
Comedy, humor, satire,
Detective, Violence and on,
I had left one by one
In reading materials,
In all my span of life.
But, I had not left
Love, romance and sex,
Which are immortal to the mortal.
21.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Dream Of Romantic Love!
Romantic love inspires potential interest to live in the world;
Enjoyment of love churns out joy and pleasure in long life
And the dream of romantic love never ceases desire to demise
Despite the burden to work hard to stabilise life in the world!
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything -
Sense of taste, sight, smell, hearing and touch common for all!
Nothing is known happening around except the object of love
And even day and night are forgotten during such pursuits deep!
All seem surmountable as in the adventures of Don Quixote;
What a dream world of romantic love romance immerses in!
Summer or Winter, or Autumn or Spring everything is one
To the eyes, mind and spirit when the heart is full of love ever!
A dream of romantic love makes everything easy as in paradise
Or in heaven where only enjoyment of variety is thought forever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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On a Small Touch of Hunger
A small touch of hunger sometimes is good
True hunger in truth never being good
While flase hunger is something for which to watch
Food being the great drug of our time
With which we anesthetize much more than hunger
Beware food as a drug which masks the deeper pain.
poem by Bill Grace
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Where Has Art Gone?
TV actors struggle with their ineffectiveness
to create a believable character that
is why TV is not believable.
They must work around these peoples shortcomings.
Most of the actors nowadays are all crap
there are too many of them doing it all for the money.
Where has art gone?
It is lost to the world like respect.
If art was truly loved again
then so would a person with a good heart.
If art was loved then so would romance
because romance is the art of love.
If the art of love came back then the art of violence
shall be killed by a sword forged by the art of love.
The passion inside the heart of love burns
much hotter than the one of the art of violence.
We love plastic because we are plastic.
Fake and manufactured, that is what we all are.
Even a blind man can find this through the dark.
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Hip Hop It Really Rocks
Botched up and rocked by hip hop...
That has drowned out all the pop,
People 'use' to love a lot.
Although almost on top is hip hop...
Like it or not,
It is part of culture.
And hip hop can't be stopped!
Pop...
Botched up and rocked by hip hop,
Is no longer the main 'thing' on the scene.
With a meaning meant,
Like the appetite for Fort Knox.
And pop now in shambles.
Struggling not to be completely dropped.
Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip-hip-hip-hip is hot,
And in a glorifying role.
Hip-hop it knows it really rocks.
And in a glorfying role.
Botched up and rocked by hip hop...
That has drowned out all the pop,
People 'use' to love a lot.
Although almost on top is hip hop...
Like it or not,
It is part of culture.
And hip hop can't be stopped!
Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip-hip-hip-hip is hot,
And in a glorifying role.
Hip-hop it knows it really rocks.
And in a glorfying role.
Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip-hip-hip-hip is hot,
And in a glorifying role.
Hip-hop it knows it really rocks.
And in a glorfying role.
That hip-hop grows and can't be stopped.
It's in a glorifying role.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is the couple bound by love?
Sex, child, companionship and helplessness
Bind a couple in sequences; love has no role.
In their separation, resilience is fast.
Love binds only the mother with her child.
05.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Crime
If creation had no hunger
And no need of food
Then expression of love would not come.
As food is essential for need of livelihood
Like that love is essential for need of life
But for what sake man did crime at first
Was that for food or for love?
Attraction of Adam and Eve to prohibited food
Was for satisfying of hunger or for love?
What reason causes the death of?
Wrong done by one child of Adam and Eve.
Did the word wrong, kill, robbery
Plunder, destroy born at that time?
Then from the ancient time
The word crime is intimately ours?
From the abdomen of love the word crime
Has come into birth?
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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A Myriad Heroines
Tonight sheer ecstasy and bliss, first discovered Strictly
Come Dancing, I lose myself in those dancing heroines,
Vin Diesel in the movie XXX stole the show encouraging
the individual to make a difference, Wizards of Waverley
Place had Alex experience romance in a magical journal
I have many brilliant stories also, never featuring me, there
is a myriad heroines - based on the stories I loved when I
was a kid, books I like get assimilated into it - every noble
thought integrated in a kaleidoscope that encompasses
more than this universe, after this great Sunday night
I am convinced whatever sacrifice or endurance tomorrow
requires, I am safe in an inner bauble of wonderful dreams,
need not send my own self anywhere as an infinite number
of heroines can go all over the world to do the magnificent
things suggested by myths, parables and legends
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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To Seek Food
Hunger is to seek food,
Food has one eye and one ear.
The food we abstain from are the heads,
The food is caring over us, and we maintain
Our lives with the food of the day.
Liquors are taken as food,
With a brain too bright,
A table and a cook is required,
Forming my life as a whole.
poem by Naveed Akram
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