Won Is More Than Owned.
You are not a beauty queen, nor even fair.
Time and space interrupted not my flair.
Your image, it alone arouses my dying lust
‘Cause, I had hard earned you from a croquet.
05.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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She Arouses Me So
Well it's 2 oh 1 and she's saying she's done
but I need another go, coz she arouses me so
She arouses me so
Yeah it's 3 oh 4 and we're lying on the floor
but I need another go, coz she arouses me so
She arouses me so, she arouses me so
What's the point of sleepin'
instead of keepin'
doin' it anyhow?
Forget about tomorrow,
until tomorrow
let's stay here and now
Yeah it's 4 - 19 and it doesn't seem keen
but she needs another go
and she arouses me so
she arouses me so
do do dit dit
do do dit dit etc. etc.
what's the point of sleepin'
instead of keepin'
doin' it anyhow?
Forget about tomorrow,
until tomorrow
let's stay here and now
Yeah it's 6 oh 8 and we're already late
but we need another go
and she arouses me so
she arouses me so
she arouses me so
she arouses me so oh oh oh oh oh oh
she arouses me so
she arouses
really arouses
she arouses
yeah she arouses me so
song performed by by Proclaimers
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If Beauty Was Earned
If beauty was earned by caring,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by strength of spirit,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by generosity,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by quiet introspection,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by joy,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by unselfish love,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by the light behind your eyes,
you could not be more beautiful to me.
poem by Robert Hiers
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Fu Manchu
You heard about
A criminal man of virtue
Is there any doubt
His minimal strands would suit you?
Is a hard earned way
Is a hard earned way
Ill never lose
My fu manchu
My fu manchu
Let them grow out
In time youll feel so better
The vanishing pout
Now youre a real go-getter
Is a hard earned way
Is a hard earned way
Ill never lose
My fu manchu
My fu manchu
Is a hard earned way
Is a hard earned way
Occidentally tic-tac
Occidentally tic-tac
song performed by by Frank Black
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Croquet by Moonlight
On a moonlight evening, in the month of May,
A number of young people were playing at croquet,
They mingled together, the bashful with the gay,
And had a pleasant time and chat, while playing at croquet.
CHORUS:
This play they call croquet, croquet,
This play they call croquet,
It is amusement for the young,
This play they call croquet.
On that pleasant evening, the moon shone clear and bright,
And every heart among that crowd was filed with great delight.
It was a merry party, for lady Dell was there
Her merry laugh above the rest was heard by all, so fair.
CHORUS: This play, etc.
She was the belle that evening, admired by great and small,
And all the boys liked to play with the girl and blue ball.
She was a splendid player, so lively and so gay,
For she was skilled in playing that pleasant game croquet.
CHORUS: This play, etc.
Two young men among them, that loved this pretty Dell;
Although I write about them, their names I will not tell.
They were fine young fellows, so bashful, and yet so gay;
They tried to beat the girl that with the blue ball play.
CHORUS: This play, etc.
Ah! with those handsome fellows, Dell thought she'd have some fun,
"The one of you that'll catch me, may see me safely home."
The play began in earnest, between those fine young men,
To catch the girl with the blue ball, was impossible for them.
CHORUS: This play, etc.
She went around the play-ground, so full of life and gay,
She left them at the farther arch, so she beat them at croquet.
It was late that evening, and as I went away,
I know not how they came out, in that pleasant game, croquet.
CHORUS: This play, etc.
So croquet by moonlight is pleasant, as you see,
For business cares were laid aside, in that little company.
So playing at croquet, croquet, so playing at croquet,
It is amusement for the young folks, this play of croquet.
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Too high is too dear
.
Your ebony skin outshines any brownish,
And your cashew apple, any apple.le.
Your warring teeth and queer lips intrigue.
Yes, you are hard owned, too high for others.
A queen allures
03.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Naughty and beauty
You are a beauty;
I am a naughty.
Alive is your beauty
As I grow naughty.
Are you a beauty
Since I am naughty
Or am I naughty
As you are a beauty?
You owe your beauty
To me, a naughty.
By me you are hectic
To enrich your beauty.
My naughtiness
Brings you liveliness.
My mischievousness
Fills in your emptiness.
It pinches your heart
And induces new shoot.
It agitates your lips
To prepare for starch.
As you’re fabulous
I am mischievous.
As I’m mischievous
You grow nervous.
To have you blush,
To intrigue you,
To make you shy,
I want to be sly.
You hate me, front,
And love me, back.
You shut your eyes
When my eyes meet.
A needle pierces.
It stitches too.
A knife may bruise.
It serves you, too.
The sun beats hot.
Yet leaves want it.
The fire emits heat.
It only cooks meat.
You charge my belly.
I charge your heart.
Lust wets you pretty.
Lust sets me smart.
Could you love me
As I am naughty?
Who else but me
Can keep you happy?
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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 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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Fantasy IV
Pounce of nipple
Snatches,
Catches me off guard
Flounce and ripple
Thro' the breasts
Arrests
Landing hard,
I'm flung upon my back
To analyse the ceiling -
No appealing under stress
Now under dress -
Panties gone
And she upon
My countenance -
I rouse to bait
Her feminine way
Lead astray by
Aromatic warming
Of her womanhood,
I tune her body's
Resonance
Thro' eloquence of tongue -
Her shrieking
Highly strung
We up the play
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Praise is no more a praise.
For every praise earned
There was an equal sacrifice.
Nowadays praises are cooked
With a flavour of politics
In place of sacrifices.
26.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The lasting beauty.
The lasting beauty lies
not in surging breasts, chubby cheeks,
cloudy hair, fair skin and ornaments.
It lies in one’s aura and personality.
Often the common are sexy.
12.02.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The hard earned is well earned
Food smells sweeter
And tastes richer
For waiting souls.
Hard earned woman
Is a well earned treasure.
I found it in her.
08.08.2001
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lust has many exits
For the hunger to die,
we have to eat.
For the thirst to rest,
we have to gulp.
For the lust to rust,
we need no coitus.
There’re sub ways.
Even voyeur will do.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Civilization overgrows.
I have enough food.
Where is water, where is air?
I have enough comforts.
Where is time, where is space?
I have enough means.
Where is silence, where is peace?
I have parties and clubs.
Where is love, where is concern?
The civilization is on the march.
13.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sex originates from thoughts
There must be a woman in brain,
By seeing her in person or from a print
Or by visualization of her image,
Without which there is no arousal,
Without which there is no erection,
And without which there is no emission.
An image of woman in imagination
Is in action at the time of orgasm.
Copulation and masturbation
Alike demand that requirements.
Even for the sleep emission,
Must there be a woman in dream.
A woman in brain is a must
To serve you as sexual stimulant.
18.04.2001, 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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Lust has no eyes
To my eyes, mind, heart and soul,
Her nose, a masculine one, is tormenting;
Her lips, uneven, are devastating;
Her lock, a thin plait, is over whelming;
Her breasts, just a purse, are hurling;
Her fingers, un-manicured, are gambling;
Her bottom, not a convex, is stirring.
No word, she uttered to please,
Nor any deed conspicuous either.
Calls answered but not one made.
Letters received but not one sent.
Yet so much passion in her is visible.
Yet so much lust from her is discerned.
She is not a beauty, still is opium.
She is not feeding, still sates.
She stands as a proof that
It is not woman’s beauty one is after.
20.01.2001, Pmdi [repitation
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Flower is only leaves.
Flowers, you are leaves,
A modification in evolution.
Love, you are lust,
A hypocritical purity.
Flowers are modified leaves.
So is love of lust, believe.
But one difference.
When you see flower, leaf is lost.
When you see leaf, flower is not lost.
Love hides lust but not vice versa.
19.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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