Women in two halves
Woman is in two halves:
To be free/to be taken care of;
To be sexual/ to be swept away;
To seduce man/ to self indulge;
To mother man/ to slave to man
Both ways she must be handled
08.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Probablys (Life Poem)
Two halves would not be one,
If our paths had never crossed,
And we went our separate ways,
Where would we probably be?
Two halves on different paths,
But we were meant to be,
If not sooner than later, but
Where would we probably be?
Two halves in separate worlds,
Spinning apart never knowing,
They were meant to be one,
Where would we probably be?
Two halves would be unfulfilled,
Because if we’re apart too long,
I feel empty and lost in space,
Where would we probably be?
Two halves of two worlds collided,
When years ago you said yes,
Our worlds are meant to be one,
Where would we probably be?
Two halves became whole, and
The part of our lives apart, is not
Going to be that question of,
Where would we probably be?
poem by Ian Beckett
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Spurts of hormones
Love talks, love scenes and love stories
Will trigger spurts of hormones-
Oestrogen and testosterone-
In girls and boys respectively.
Which in turn activate zones
Of sexual pleasure in brain.
Thus sexual pleasures are undergone
Without prejudice to virtues.
Elders must encourage youngsters,
And youngsters must shut eyes to elders
When they respectively indulge in love.
29.08.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Slave
(carly simon/jacob brackman)
Listening for your footsteps
Just waiting like a fool
Burning with a fever
Only you can cool
The clock beside my pillow
Has ticked away the night
Like a heartbeat mocking me
Until the light
Gotta stop these thoughts about you
Gotta learn to live without you
Gotta find some freedom for this weary slave
cause Im hungry for you
And Im longing for you
And Im burning for you
I worship your opinions
I imitate your ways
I try to make you grace me
With a word of praise
However much I tell myself
That Im strong and free and brave
Im just another woman
Raised to be a slave
Slave, nothing but a slave
Mind of a slave
Body of a slave
I find I gave away the soul
That I wanted you to save
Im just another woman
Raised to be a slave
Hungry for you
And longing for you
Burning for you
And Im longing for you
Burning for you
And Im yearning for you
Longing for you
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Sonnet: Mother’s Day,2006!
O earthly mother, you are truly great!
You’re wife to one who’as nobler in much ways;
You reared a family so well till date;
May God give you good health in your last days!
O earthly lady, hallowed be thine womb!
What sufferings you underwent for us!
May God give you more useful years ’fore tomb!
Through you, so many miracles, God does.
O noble soul of love, may God bless you!
Your love and care is just incomparable;
You toiled unceasingly for others too;
Our mother dear, you were so capable!
I pray God gives you some more years of joy!
I am so glad to be your youngest boy!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-14-2006
Dedicated to my most wonderful, beloved, living mother
On Mother’s Day,2006.
poem by John Celes
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Seduce Me
Dont ever say you do
Dont ever say you want to make me shine
You keep your mystery, dont ever try
To be my guiding light
Mmm...
Dont ever say you care
Dont follow when Im here and everywhere
Im blinded by your looks but theres a scent
Of heartache in the air
In the air...
Hey you!
Walk out through that door
And into that dream
Where I met you before
Oh oh...
Babe, you seduce me
You take my heart and use me
My feelings all run wild
When you seduce me all the time
Dont ever call me up
I never wanna hear your voice again
Oh lay your pretty hands on someone else
Somebody who dont know you well
Know you well...
Hey you!
Your sweet sweet talk cant stay
And get back to that dream
Lets both keep it that way
Hey hey...
Oh you seduce me
You pull my heart and use me
And I keep running blind
When you seduce me all the time
Mmmm... get back to that dream
Lets both keep it that way
Hey hey...
Tell me once again...
You seduce me
You take my heart and use me
My feelings all run wild
When you seduce me all the time
When you seduce me all the time
You seduce me all the time
You seduce me...
song performed by by Roxette
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Predictions
I bet on horses.
I gamble with cards.
I speculate in stocks.
It is not with greed
That I indulge in them.
It is not for the need
That I indulge in them.
It feeds my ego
In my ability to predict.
24.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Love Sensual Women
I love sensual women and not passionate ones. A passionate woman closes her eyes, moans and shouts and the enjoyment of a passionate woman is blind.
A passionate woman writhes about, grabs you with her hands without looking where, clasps you, kisses you, even bites you and hurries to reach her climax as soon as she can. She has no time to display her sexual organs, no time to examine, touch with the hand and kiss your sexual organs, she is in such a hurry to slake her passion. Having slaked her passion, the passionate woman will fall asleep. The sexual organs of a passionate woman are dry. A passionate woman is always in some way or another mannish.
The sensual woman is always feminine.
Her contours are rounded and abundant.
The sensual woman rarely reaches a blind passion. She savours sexual enjoyment.
The sensual woman is always a woman and even in an unaroused state her sexual organs are moist. She has to wear a bandage on her sexual organs, so as not to soak them with moisture.
When she takes the bandage off in the evening, the bandage is so wet that it can be squeezed out.
Thanks to such an abundance of juices, the sexual organs of a sensual woman give off a slight, pleasant smell which increases strongly when the sensual woman is aroused. Then the juice from her sexual organs is secreted in a syrupy stream.
A sensual woman likes you to examine her sexual organs.
poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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In Response To 'I Like To Be Raped
When young and innocent
And someone as hurt you
Beyond anything you know
Or understand
You say is it ok to be raped?
Is it ok to be handled
In away because of what a man
Needed to do to you
I just don't understand why
Why would you as a victim think like that?
If he forced himself
With and you not knowing what he meant
It was rape
If he told you it was ok
What he was doing
Fondling you in intimate ways
It was rape
If he says you're only doing
What your mother dose
In ways were he makes you think
It's ok to do those kinds of things
Its rape
Men I have learnt only cater
To their needs
And those are the ones
That have no care what you feel
It's sad to think
That life can be so cruel
Especially to ones
Who think they are no good
I see a child
Confused and scared
One that needs to know
You are not alone
poem by Kaila George
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Sex is the cause
If a man tends to be extra kind
And over zealous to be helpful
To a woman, it means he is set
To do so by sexual impulse.
22.02.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is, think about it.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Think about it, do something about it.
We make her paint her face and dance,
If she wont be a slave and say that she dont love us.
If shes real, we say shes tryin to be a man,
While puttin her down we pretend that shes above us.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave of the slaves,
Oh yeah, better scream about it, yeah!
We make her bear and raise our children,
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen.
We tell her home is the only place she should be,
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend.
Oh, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Oh, woman is the slave to the slave,
Yeah, all right.
Hit it!
We insult her evry day on tv,
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence.
When shes young, we kill her will to be free,
While tellin her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb.
Oh well, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave to the slaves,
Yes, she is,
If you believe, wed better scream about it!
Uh, uh, uh, hey, hey.
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is, think about it.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Think about it, do something about it.
We make her paint her face and dance,
If she wont be a slave and say that she dont love us.
If shes real, we say shes tryin to be a man,
While puttin her down we pretend that shes above us.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave of the slaves,
Oh yeah, better scream about it, yeah!
We make her bear and raise our children,
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen.
We tell her home is the only place she should be,
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend.
Oh, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Oh, woman is the slave to the slave,
Yeah, all right.
Hit it!
We insult her evry day on tv,
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence.
When shes young, we kill her will to be free,
While tellin her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb.
Oh well, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave to the slaves,
Yes, she is,
If you believe, wed better scream about it!
Uh, uh, uh, hey, hey.
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Bible in Poetry: Galatians 4
As long as heir is just a child,
He is not diff’rent from a slave,
Although he owns the whole estate,
Until time set by his father,
He has guardians and too trustees.
When we were children, we were slaves,
Under the basic rules of world;
But when the time had fully come,
God sent his son, born of woman,
Born under law to redeem all,
In law to rights receive of sons;
Being sons, God sent the Spirit
Of His One Son into our hearts,
Who calls out ‘Abba’ or Father;
No longer are you slaves but sons,
And being sons, God made you heirs!
Paul’s Concern for the Galatians:
When formerly, you didn’t know God,
You’re slaves to those who were not gods;
Now that you know the living God,
Or rather known by God Himself,
Why do you turn back to your ways
Of weak, improper principles?
Do you want to be slaves again?
You observe special months, seasons,
And days and years, I fear for you;
Have my efforts all gone awaste?
I plead with you, my brothers then,
Become like me, henceforth in time;
You haven’t done wrong to me at all;
Because I was then ill, I preached
The gospel first to you earlier;
Although my illness troubled you,
You didn’t treat me with contempt, scorn.
Contrariwise, you welcomed me
As if I were God’s angel then:
As if I were Christ Jesus Lord;
What happened to all of your joy?
If you had done, I would have told;
You would have gouged your eyes for me!
Am I your foe for telling truth?
Those people want to win you o’er,
And alienate you from us somehow;
For goodness sake, be zealous then,
Provided good, the purpose be;
And be so always, forever;
My children dear for whom I ache,
With child-birth pains till you get Christ,
Oh, how I wish I be with you,
And change my tone, perplexed with you!
Hagar and Sarah:
You who want to be in the law,
Aren’t you aware of what law says?
’Tis writ: Abraham had two sons
One by the slave woman, Hagar,
Other by free woman, Sarah;
The former came in common way,
But the free woman Sarah’s son
Was born by promise of God’s mouth.
These represent two covenants:
The former one from Mount Sinai,
Which bears children who will be slaves;
And this is Hagar, Arabia,
Presently now Jerusalem,
Which is in bondage with children;
The city that’s above is free,
And she is our mother, Sarah!
For ’tis written:
‘Be glad, O barren woman then,
Who does not bear any children;
Break forth in joy and cry aloud;
You do not suffer labor pains;
Because the children born are more
Of the desolate woman than
Of her, who has a husband own.’
But then, what does the Scripture say?
Get rid of slave woman and son,
For latter never can share in
Inheritance with free woman’s son;
We aren’t children of slave woman,
But are the sons of free woman!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-2-2007
poem by John Celes
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is...think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it...do something about it
We make her paint her face and dance
If she wont be a slave, we say that she dont love us
If shes real, we say shes trying to be a man
While putting her down, we pretend that shes above us
Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave of the slaves
Ah, yeah...better scream about it
We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only place she should be
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend
Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yeah...alright...hit it!
We insult her every day on tv
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When shes young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is...if you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yes she is...if you believe me, you better scream about it
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
song performed by by Lennon John
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A Special Day For A Special Mother
When I think Of Mother's Day
I think of all of her loving and caring ways
The right person God chose to give birth to me
A sweet mother that allowed me to be free
A sweet mother who raised me incredibly
She is the first Lady to care and show love to me
The one that inspired me to be who I want to be
Mother you are great and may God Bless you
Special thanks from the son you love who loves you too!
poem by Wolkine Stany
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I still need a mother
I need a mother who would love me
I need a mother who would take care of me
I need a mother who would understand me
I need a mother for who I am
I need a mother to know me
I need a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would not yell at her son
I need a mother who won't push her son away
I need a mother who would not throw me out of her life
Even though I still need a mother
Everyday I try to be nice
Sometime she don't care about me
What I need is a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would watch me grow
I need a mother who would celebrate my birthday
I need a mother who would miss me
I need a mother to cry on
I need a mother to know that her son loves her
But she won't let me know her
What I need is a mother
Who is no more now.
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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I still need a mother
I need a mother who would love me
I need a mother who would take care of me
I need a mother who would understand me
I need a mother for who I am
I need a mother to know me
I need a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would not yell at her son
I need a mother who won't push her son away
I need a mother who would not throw me out of her life
Even though I still need a mother
Everyday I try to be nice
Sometime she don't care about me
What I need is a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would watch me grow
I need a mother who would celebrate my birthday
I need a mother who would miss me
I need a mother to cry on
I need a mother to know that her son loves her
But she won't let me know her
What I need is a mother
Who is no more now.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Your king is your slave.
Woman, get the hand of a man,
Who will make you a woman.
Woman, get the hand of a man,
Who alone makes you a woman.
Woman, get the hand of a man
Who you think makes you alright.
When you get the hand of a man
Don’t think that you are conquered.
When you get the hand of a man,
Don’t think that you are his prey.
When you get the hand of a man,
Remember he will be your slave.
You’re the queen, he not the king.
Slaves only can make you happy.
Be a queen bee of the comb.
30.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The sexual strangeness
Men have to be self-sexual
As women deny them access.
Why must women be self- sexual
As men are ready at their door?
08.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Balk
You shall not have sexual relations with a woman during,
The uncleanness of her monthly period!
For, these coming events do cast the shadows;
And like the rising levels of the seas and the oceans.
The ways of life,
The ways of your muse,
The ways of your love;
And like the ways of life for you to learn from! !
But, do keep away from your wife during her monthly period,
For, i am Balk and, i am telling you the truth!
And, this is like a knotty problem around us always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mother's Day
There comes a day for mother
Marked 'Commemoration'
There comes a play for mother
Parked with celebrations
There comes a day to say mother
You are my woman of idyllic salvation
That day is called Mother's Day
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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