Women cannot be free.
The chastity of woman is not practised voluntarily.
It is coerced by generations by patriarchy
With the dire consequence of death and estrangement.
In a cage, she feeds without lust, lusts without food.
Men never free women; Masters never free slaves.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
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Who is sexy?
Curvy actress and famous singer,
Jenniefer Lopoz, grabbed the sexiest
Woman in the World Title 2001,
For the second consecutive year.
Who is the sexiest woman?
The one who causes hunger
Where there is no hunger,
And increases the hunger
Where it exists, more
By being a rich fodder.
The lustful woman induces lust
Where there is no lust
And increases the lust
Where it exists, more
By being a rich feeder.
The beauty is only a doll.
The sexy one is a tool.
Sexy women rule the world.
22.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Soul is distinct.
Music is food of love.
Love is food of lust.
Lust is food of ego.
Soul is distinct from ego.
19.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Patriarchy rules
Woman loves her mother.
Her mother in law cannot match.
When both are no more,
It is the mother in law
That she remembers most
Identity impose such feelings
A proof of patriarchy.
08.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The change of guard
A woman in her mid age
is not averse to change of guard
or is desperate for a change
not that in him she lost curiosity
but that in her he lost curiosity.
Man lusts to explore.
Woman lusts being explored.
How to explore the one explored! .
28.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lust in steps felt.
Lust is felt when a woman is in thought.
It gives you kicks. You feel such kicks till death.
Lust is spelt in touch, kiss and embrace.
It charges you; you feel such touch even as old.
Lust is spit in insertion and emission.
You can have it till you lose potency.
Lust by any form is set till you last.
Lust survives dryness of sperm, semen,
Potency, and infertility, to give lease to your life.
18.04.2001, pmdi[the above 3 as 1 poem
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sex biased is man
You are at work with men and women.
You are at ease with every woman
But tense with the most of men around.
To you the sex of woman has a role to play.
Women who have looks matter you most
And it is not so in the case of men
You probe all women for their merits.
You overlook a blunder from them.
You take note of lapses from men.
Your scale is not even in the matter of sex.
Made of sex, you cannot be otherwise.
03.05.2001, Pmdi
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Love erases lust
Maybe a man is drawn to a woman by his lust.
Once intimacy develops, he clings to her by love.
The love he gets for her makes his lust profane.
Once love has grown up, she is felt by her absence.
12.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lust, Lust, Lust
He lusts for her
Her apple breasts
Beneath her vest
Taste the best
Lust, Lust, Lust
Three women on the go
Yet happiness does not flow
It is only
Lust, Lust, Lust
Her apple breasts
Beneath her vest
Taste the best
The natural flow of wetness
He hopes to taste once more
Maybe its vanilla flavor
Will be one better than before
Lust, Lust, Lust
Lost in focus
Lost in defense
Can’t do his job
Till he scores once more
Now humble, no longer hardcore
Only suffering from lust hangover
Her apple breast
Beneath her vest
Has just put him to the test
The sweet fluid of sex
Displaying something complex
Lust, Lust, Lust
Save him
He is an emotional wreck
For he still lusts after his Ex!
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Empowerment of women
How can we arm the one who is already armed?
How can women empower themselves,
while already in power?
Her flesh is the ground and her love, the goal.
Every man’s aim is to play and earn her, the goal.
Her sex rules men. She, the ruler, makes men slave.
Battles were won and lost by men over women.
Men were dead for the women and by the women.
Women know they are rulers and men are cringers
Women are the cause of tussle; else peace will rule.
Sexuality and hedonism betoken woman’s power.
‘Still more’ means like arming elephants
with larger eyes.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
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A prostitute is an institute.
More than a sage, more than a slave,
She has tolerance to bear.
More than an ass, more than an ox,
She has patience to steer.
More than a Nirvana, more than a Paripurna, [purity]
She stands blatant before the mass.
More than a priest, more than a Christ,
She prevents the sins of men.
More than a scavenger, more than a downpour,
She cleans the dust of men.
More than a dustbin, more than a ditch,
She collects the waste of men.
She is untouchable, but not in privacy.
She is the candle, losing to the mass.
She is the saviour of women’s chastity.
All slang her as prostitute
And learn art in that institute.
Let her be a woman of respect,
As much as a housewife is.
She’s more virtuous than the wife
Whose morals are susceptible..
10.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Which is Hell?
Wise man, who first said life was hell-
He must have come from this barrack,
The desert of moustaches and uniforms
And parched skins of soldiers.
The Sahara of women-less.
Here the love rarely touches life.
When it ignites, we struggle
With surging melancholic romance.
Lust is the root of love.
With out woman where is love?
No woman in sight, we are in hell.
We dry. Glands dry. So does our heart.
Every where blossom-less faces.
A coal mine with dirt and dust,
Where creatures are the destitute,
Whose life and work is more than a hell.
It is hell where men live without women.
The barrack is the hell as wise men rightly said.
26.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nirvana
What is Nirvana if not being nude?
Being nothing, feeling nothing,
desiring nothing- is it so?
Moksha- can it be? [liberation]
Free of rebirth, free of attachment,
free of illusion-is it so?
Without passion, without opinion,
without judgment, without desire?
A fire without fuel- should it be?
The one who attained never ordained.
The one who ordained had not attained.
Nirvana is not a goal to run to.
It is a mount to climb up.
So much is so good, to have a better view.
06.05.2001, Pmdi
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Woman has poor memory.
She knows not you;
She knows you.
She minds you.
Your figure fails to allure.
Lust is not in her eyes
Unlike it is in yours.
Your contacts only can.
She is moved by events.
Woman forgets man fast
She lives in his holdfast.
16.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman’s pity
As a puppy is put to love the master
When she is brought from her mother,
Even so is the woman from her parents.
As a cow is free to follow the cowherd
When she is let out from the cowshed,
Even so is the housewife from her yard.
As a hen is set to ignore the cock
When she hatched her chicks,
Even so is the mother with her kids.
22.05.2001, Pmdi
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To eat, not to be eaten
He wanted some time
to be away from his wife
so that he can have time
spent with some women.
He had a pleasant moment.
He never thought that
that much time at that time,
his wife was left free
for other men to be happy with.
Every one wants to eat
but not to be eaten.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inside A Cage
he is inside a cage
and he does not really want to be inside the cage forever
the cage however is different
it is not locked and no one guards it
he is free to go out and get in anytime
this cage of his choice
he wants to get out of this cage for good
he just can't
he loves to be caged somehow
despite the protest of his reason
he goes out to free himself but only after a while
he gets inside the cage again
in fact he is more inside it and locking himself in it even
he loves what this cage can provide him
his sense of privacy his taste for an enclosure
his genes his sense of wanting to be alone
his beloved prison where he keeps his sins
it is where his ecstasies are hatched and grown
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Man sees, woman hears
Lust lies for men in their eyes
That they are unable to hide,
While setting on women their eyes;
For men images are ample for a ride.
Lust lies for women in their ears
That they try hard to resist
While hearing men’s compliments;
For woman words are ample for a rise.
05.03.2001,
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No Free Food and Shelter
Birds have free food and nest
Foxes hve free food and holes
Alas, men have no
Free food no free house.
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Mr. Politrickcian
“Vote for CREDIBILITY”
“Free food for all”
Free education;
Free this, free that!
Free pregnancy;
Free children;
Free liars like you!
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Woman Come Set Your Man Free
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
Take me by the hand
And lead me to your promised land
Woman come and set your man free
Woman only you have the key
To release these chains that bind so tight on me
Won’t you come and smile
Turn the key, release me awhile
Yeah, woman come set your man free
Take me to heaven
Give me just enough
There can be no denying me
The gift of your love
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
Take me by the hand
And lead me to your promised land
Woman come and set your man free
Woman you’ve laid siege to my heart
I’m hungry for the taste of your love
My world’s forever changed
Your Rome, I’m Carthage
Woman come and set your man free
Take me to heaven
Give me just enough
There can be no denying me
The gift of your love
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
Take me by the hand
And lead me to your promised land
Woman come and set your man free
Woman, I’m in exile on foreign shores
A refugee in need of your love and warmth
Won’t you give me shelter, and a little more
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
I’ve been wandering in the wilderness
And it’s time for a new address
Woman come and set your man free
Heaven’s behind my woman’s door
Heaven’s behind my woman’s door
She gives me love, and so much more
Heaven’s behind my woman’s door
Copyright Colin Coplin 2003 /2010
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