Woman’s apathy
If I am impotent,
Let my wife go childless.
If I lost taste for her
Let her go without sex.
This is men’s aptitude.
This is women’s servitude.
20.11.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Habits have no eye for merits
I cannot afford to buy whisky.
I am settled with country liqueur.
Used to it, I lost taste for whisky.
The whisky offered was put aside.
I cannot risk taking women to bed.
I am settled with masturbation.
Used to it, I lost taste for sex.
I have my mate masturbate for me.
15.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tolerance of woman.
Be an abuser; be a deciever.
Your wife will be put up with you.
Women are not willing to put up
With men who are impotent.
04.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Eliab
Mankind has not changed at all!
And these acts of wars are for us all;
But blessed are those who keep the laws.
Eliab, come and let us teach the people how to love one another;
For their swords had made women childless.
Eliab, come and let us change the people from hate;
For their swords had made women childless.
Their rebellion is as witchcraft!
But how many people are they ready to kill in the Valley of Elah?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Man reaches the tragic end.
Half of women are born as impotent.
The other half is taught to be impotent.
Men swim for water in the sea.
Which man had ended his life on happy notes?
17.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wife is a sister
Habituated in masturbation,
I have lost taste in copulation.
Trained in fantasy enjoying porn,
I have lost taste for corporal union.
Wife looks no more than a sister in bed.
24.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Taste for life
When I no longer excite women by sight
I would have lost half of taste in life.
When women no longer arouse me by sight
I would have lost the total taste in life.
26.09.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Adultery is absolved.
It is her child, not her husband's.
She knows that he knows about it.
She proved she is not sterile.
He is shown as not impotent.
He accepted hid wife as wife.
05.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Strong Women
My family is a family
Of strong women
Of that there is no doubt
These women
Have withstood
The challenges of their times.
All of life’s trials
The worst of the worst
History has not been kind
Deaths, rapes and murders
They have had to live with daily
Live with on their minds.
Unexpected circumstance
Have tested my ancestral women
And they somehow survived
And somehow they managed to live on
Sometimes all alone
And to go on and to thrive.
And now in the Halls of History
They can stand up and be counted
Among those women
Among the best of the best
Those who are still considered to be
Strong Women.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26,2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
poem by Christine A Kysely
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Reservation of truth
His wife and he were seeing an album,
Wherein they saw some charming couples.
He found those men not suited to their women.
She found those women not suited to their men.
12.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Children
Why is it
That we
Have
Children?
Is it the
Years of
Grooming
And social
Conditioning
That wants to
Make mothers
Of women and
Fathers of men?
Is it the woman’s
Way of proving
That she’s not
Barren?
Is it the man’s
Way of flaunting
That he’s virile
Enough to have
Children?
Why do we
Look with
Suspicious
Eyes -
At childless
Couples, as if
Something is
Terribly wrong
With them?
Even if they don’t
Want to, they have to
Produce children,
To avoid the
Stigma of being
Labelled as
“Infertile, Impotent
And Barren.”
Why does
Society
Dictate
Our choice
Of becoming
Parents?
My Advice:
Be mentally,
Physically and
Financially
Prepared
To have a
Baby,
As it’s not
A nine months’
Adventure, but
A lifetime responsibility.
Don’t just have a child
To please the whims and
Fancies of this biased society.
(Poem themed on Parenthood)
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Precocious
When, gifted mentor, I made shift
to sift your manuscript makeshift,
which swift my spirit to uplift
you sent to me in shortest shrift, -
I meant to thank you for your gift.
In your thesis there is a rift
between fact, fiction, careless clift,
a most unfortunate abyss,
thus with your aptitude I'm tiffed.
Because key arguments snow drift
it seems, Sir, that the point is miffed,
it had of course to come to this,
my servitude is spent, so shift!
(24 March 1976)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Women
Women...
Some budy
Called flower...
Some budy
Called moon...
Some budy
Called Brandy...
Somebudy
Called hourse...
Some budy
Called donkey...
Some budy
Called basterd...
Some calling
Some of word's
Women with women's...
This words are
Not full fill
The women...
World wide
Women is beauty...
Women is sexy...
Thats thats...
But...
Women is what...?
Not only women
Women is your mother...
Women is your sister...
Women is your wife...
Women is doughter...
Women is your gran mother...
Women is your friend...
Not only above...
Women is a human...
Human is women...
Understand too
All women's...
With your heart...
At your humunity...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The bond of the couple
Women are appearance conscious.
Education and earnings make them free.
Employments bring them to men’s company.
They spend more time with them than with husbands.
Women are not house bound, not village bound.
They live and float with their roots elsewhere.
The society has become permissive.
Infidelity becomes de rigueur.
To have a boy friend is the girl’s fancy.
To have a lover is the wife’s fancy.
Most of men and women are sinners.
Others may, given opportunities.
Close your eyes where light is unwanted. Close your ears where sound is unwanted.
Let possessiveness be torn; be light.
Or what else can one do to changing women?
04.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Being childless
Beaming at the growth of my child,
I forgot about myself aging
Till I found I grew pretty old.
Childless I’d have enjoyed my youth.
28.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Given a glance then a dance
Given the means to live by the fiends of these beautiful women
Lost in a daze of green
A daze I've seen
Spotlights on these beautiful women
Eyes on these and cheers for these beautiful women
Lies in these and fears in these lost women
These come at a cost women
Show, bought and ready to go
At a price higher then they know
These women worth more then gold
Priceless
But still sold
Oh these lost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That your beautiful
Not meant to be bought women
Beauty needs to be taught in these women
Instead of this that is not
Left in them to rot
Oh these beautiful women
These I've seen
Women whos pupils are all green
Men whos eyes are gazed in between wide thighs
Silent cries eventually taking its toll
Night after night eventually breaking the soul
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That you’re beautiful
Not meant to be bought women.
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Given a glance then a dance
Given the means to live by the fiends of these beautiful women
Lost in a daze of green
A daze I've seen
Spotlights on these beautiful women
Eyes on these and cheers for these beautiful women
Lies in these and fears in these lost women
These come at a cost women
Show, bought and ready to go
At a price higher then they know
These women worth more then gold
Priceless
But still sold
Oh these lost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That your beautiful
Not meant to be bought women
Beauty needs to be taught in these women
Instead of this that is not
Left in them to rot
Oh these beautiful women
These I've seen
Women whos pupils are all green
Men whos eyes are gazed in between wide thighs
Silent cries eventually taking its toll
Night after night eventually breaking the soul
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That you’re beautiful
Not meant to be bought women.
©Copyright 2008
poem by Regan Mackenzie
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Where Is The Outlet ?
A woman being either a daughter
Or someone’s wife, where else will a lad go
To taste sex without an adultery?
Don’t despise women who are liberal.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Akin to childless
Maybe you are blessed with a good son
And a good daughter, but of no use
Their spouses turn kindles ones.
You have to end as childless.
03.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Not only have women been successful in entering fields in which men are supposed to have a more natural aptitude, but they have created entirely new businesses.
Lucretia P. Hunter in The Girl Today, The Woman Tomorrow, 1932
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Illicit bonds
In front of my wife, who is faithful
And in front of kids, who long for me,
I have no scope for other women
And have no guts for illicit bonds.
17.11.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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