Wife's curse
Man has a wary eye
Upon his spouse
Though he is weary of her.
It is wives’ curse.
17.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Need heads to reality
Stale to her spouse,
Hot is she to others.
Weary of his spouse,
Curious is he of others.
She wants a jet.
He wants a search.
She needs a crush.
He seeks a fresh.
Temptation Island
Has for it been designed.
06.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gossips
To everyone save herself,
She is adulterous.
To everyone save her spouse,
She is adulterous.
Gossips spread like fire
Sparing her and her spouse.
23.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Claws loosening
One murdered a man
Who cuckolded him.
One murdered his spouse
To live with his paramour.
One murdered her spouse
To flee with her lover.
One murdered a widow
For her liaison with his father.
One murdered a man
For his affair with one’s widow mother.
Crimes of sex are not uncommon.
Why are they rampant now?
Claws loosened and instincts emboldened.
22.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Having a lover
Having a lover is not having pills
When ill, nor tonic when unwell,
Nor juice for thirst, nor food for hunger.
Having lover is having ginger
For appetite, liquor for lethargy
And a Viagra for man’s function
In his fantasy in bed with his wife
And an opium for woman’s orgasm
In fantasy when in bed with her husband.
By having a lover beside your spouse
You can eat your food you’re weary of.
The stigma of the extra marital is slain
07.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The use of intellects.
I don’t believe in the God
Except when I am in threat.
I don’t believe in the Soul
Except when I fall in love.
I don’t believe in the Spirit
Except when I feed mother’s.
I don’t believe in the Ghost
Except where my aunt hanged.
I don’t believe in Karma
Except when I curse someone..
I don’t believe in the Fate
Except when the grief engulfs.
Should I value the intellects
That fail at instincts’ command?
07.05.2006.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fairness to genders
Which woman has not got a child
That has not fled with its spouse?
It is the curse for the woman.
Which man has not got a love
That has not slipped with her husband?
It is the curse of the man.
God is fair in distribution
Of woes, though not bliss to genders.
20.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The curse and bliss
Possessive parent is a curse;
I was pampered.
Possessive spouse is a curse;
I was shackled.
Possessive child is bliss;
I am secure.
06.0.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man’s possessiveness
You can tolerate anyone
But not the one who cuckolds you.
You will have slain him or your spouse.
Such is man’s possessiveness of women.
03.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Spouse Always
Always I remember the boldness in the stance you take,
So every particle of food is digested, trodden and bitten.
Always the memory of you contains laughter,
Some of us lift the sheets we slept in
To find a sleeping spouse still present on them.
The giggling supports our bold job, the criticism is present,
Yet some of us live on, and on, and on together.
The woken spouse loved me always,
Some knowledge penetrated me all through the day.
It reflected through the stance and manner,
The religion was its own, now that the spouse lived.
May the spouse be equalled and be like me,
May the spouse be sponsored by me,
It magically appeared, this religion, for me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The denial
So irresistible was he to me;
So ruthless had I been to him.
So high a prize would I have to pay,
By being deserted by my spouse and kids,
Had I yielded to my temptation.
Denial is not rejection.
07.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wives Are in Demand
Widows are jealous of wives.
Concubines are jealous of wives.
Bachelors seek for wives.
Husbands trust on wives.
(30.04.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The bliss and the curse
A possessive spouse is bliss.
You are in her care. A curse too;
You are a suspect to her.
04.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One with Darkness
When ever I go out I go out fighting
Screaming for chance to finally end up dying
I have to murder to fulfill my end of this deal
Death is imminent, but something that I’ll never feel.
This is my curse, this is my curse
Sign upon the bloody line I should’ve thought of first
This is my curse, this is my curse
This is my curse, this is my curse
Killing for a living this can’t get any worse
This is my curse, this is my curse
How can I ever love someone else
When murder is my life, and I can’t even love myself
Every night I wake up next to another dead whore
Someone please stop me I don’t want to murder anymore
poem by Justin Schock
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y Acrostic # IV
Peoples and nations are wary
Every rumors of war, confusion
And of conflict consumed- the weary
Children of malice we become
Evil- the unwise; we enthrone
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Men aren’t safe
Men desire women save their wives.
Men provide all they have for wives
So that with them they would remain.
Men aren’t safe with wives charming.
13.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When The Sleepy Man Comes
When the Sleepy Man comes with the dust on his eyes,
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
He shuts up the earth, and he opens the skies.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
He smiles through his fingers, and shuts up the sun;
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
The stars that he loves he lets out one by one.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
He comes from the castles of Drowsy-boy Town;
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
At the touch of his hand the tired eyelids fall down.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
He comes with a murmur of dream in his wings;
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
And whispers of mermaids and wonderful things.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
Then the top is a burden, the bugle a bane;
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
When one would be faring down Dream-a-way Lane.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
When one would be wending in Lullaby Wherry,
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
To Sleepy Man's Castle, by Comforting Ferry.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
poem by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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You and I are poorer.
Which wife is nobler than
Who hire maids to feed her spouse
So that he does not stray out?
Which maid is abler than
Who bears seeds of the lord
To give her spouse a high breed?
Which husband is higher than
Who overlooks incest relations
So that his spouse is free off scandals?
You and I are poorer.
19.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Warren Buffett Speaks For The First Time With A Legendary French Poet
to my father.
war
wary
weary
i swear
warren
wizard of omaha
blizzard's dalai lama
i bear
i share
i declare
i stare
in times square
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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How sweet!
My spouse is distinct from his/her parents. How sweet!
My spouse is distant from his/her siblings. How sweet!
My spouse is not befriending opposite sex. How sweet!
To keep her/him in my custody- how sweet!
08.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rock In The Weary Land
My love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
Yes my love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
None of this moves me,
I should be weeping but it only hurts when I yawn
I let it blow through me, and its gone!
Im dressed like a scarecrow
Stripped of all my power, as if some judge in judgement said
Off with his great coat, and his head!
My love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
My love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
My love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
My love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
Meaningless movies
On the screen behind the band thats blowing flowing shapes
Half of their music is on tape
My mentor and champion is busy tilting at the windows of his stately home
The daemon hes grappling
Is his own!
My love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
My love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
My love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
Yes my love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
His letter lies open
His accusations flow like poison from his every word
My heart would be broken, but for her
The fag-end of winter
Im in shock! Im on the ropes! I dont know whats become!
She plucks the splinter from my thumb
My love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
Yes my love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
My love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
My love is my rock
In the long, low, weary land
In the weary land!
My rock in a weary land
My rock in a weary land
My love is my rock in a weary land
My love is my rock in a weary land
In a weary land
Hey!
A rock in a weary land
A rock in a weary land
A rock in a weary land
My love is my rock in a weary land
My love is my rock in a weary land
My love is my rock is my rock in a weary land
My love is my rock is my love is my rock in a weary land
My love is my rock is my love is my rock in a weary land
My love is my rock is my love is my rock is my love is my rock is my love is my rock is my love is my rock is my love is my rock in a weary land
In a weary land!
song performed by by Waterboys
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