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ant is entangled
mate melts in mating fully
man is left in pain
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Mate selection
Mating among animals and birds takes place
Not by proximity but by mate selection.
There is among humans mate selection.
Distant people are thus getting married.
18.06.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Heart Burns and Melts
My heart burns and melts with a pain and sickness
unlike this world has seen
for the tears and cries and pain and hurt of loved ones
my heart burns and melts with the ugliness which paints this world
a gloomy gray for the greed, violence, hate, and prejudice
which plaques our world
my heart burns and melts for the tired, hungry, weak, and poor
for the wars that slaughters billions and families
that are torn apart by lust and greed and jealously and hate
my heart burns and melts with a passion as strong as incense
as we live our lives in sin and vain without a care in the world
for the world we live in is cold as ice and the world is dark as pitch
for my heart burns and melts with a passion of pain and sadness
as my heart burns and melts like ice
for my heart burns and melts for the sick and needy of the world
for the broken hearts out there who need healing
for my heart burns and melts with a passion as strong as love itself
in hoping that one day the world will a happier place
enriched in golden bliss of happiness and peace on earth
for my heart burns with a passion for a dream
that's as sweet as love itself in all its beauty
poem by Brett Strotman
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Too young, too late
A quiet lake beneath the moon
reflects the starry firmament.
The silence broken by a loon
bemoaning his predicament
A lonely loon who lacks a mate.
Announcing he’s available
Please answer before it’s too late
his isolation palpable.
Then once again silence descends.
Frustrated he gets no reply
the mating seasons nears its end.
Perhaps next year he’ll find a mate
but until then he’ll have to wait.
27-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Ice Melts
Ice melts
Like my dejected self sheds tears.
Ice melts
Like your diverted love weds liars.
Once far away in the lagoons of my past
A swan sailed till it was tired.
But now in the deserts of my present
A vulture snails till it is fired.
Ice melts
As the sun unknown rages, they say.
Ice melts
As the run unwon glares, they say.
I hold my stick downward ever
And move on the way forward ever.
Ice melts
And my pheonix waits...
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Mate-man, Mate-woman
Mate-man, mate-woman were expressions
Jack London’s wife and Jack would use,
not only in their mating sessions
but whenever they would schmooze.
Daddy-boy and Mother-girl
were alternatives, but I
prefer the mate words when I whirl
my woman round while feeling spry.
Partners should not be a daddy
or a mother when they mate,
for how could they then be the baddie
whom lusty lovers love to date?
I get pleasure in abundance
from my mate, though she’s a mother,
Croydon hoyden she, I London’s
imperfect product whom no other
has managed to call from the wild,
domesticate, however rash
I used to be, a London child.
For her I even take out trash,
mate-woman always to me, and
the trophy of the man she twirls
around her here in La-La land,
the greatest of all Mother girls.
Inspired by Thomas Meaney’s review of Paul Malmont’s novel “Jack London in Paradise” (“Jack London, island playboy, ” LA Times, January 5,2009) :
[T]he sex scenes in 'Jack London in Paradise' come as an unexpected pleasure. Here is Jack with his temptress wife, Charmian: 'With a mournful groan, he slid onto the bed next to her... she placed her hand tenderly on his belly then slowly slid it down to where everything remained soft.' To which Charmian responds, winningly: 'Here in Aloha-land you'll grow as strong as you ever were... My Mate-Man.' Under the covers, Malmont is at his campy best, whether he means it or not (and yes, he is on firm historical footing - 'mate-man' and 'mate-woman' were the Londons' actual pet names for each other) .
1/5/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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You're My Mate
Ill tell you what I think, I think shes a cow
Shes let you down too many times now
Lets go for a drink, forget it for now
Put It behind you, I think its your round
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
Ill tell you what I think, I think hes a pain
He aint got a car, but he drives you insane
Lets go for a drink and sink a few
Enough about him lets talk about you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
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Hummingbird
Hummingbird! keep on humming your wings,
With lavender feathered wings hover in wind.
Nectar of sweet petals sweeten your hymn,
Just in half syllables, is your chirping chime.
On a tree near brook, sitting in the serenity
You sigh for your mate, one who is celebrity.
You see his show of swoop before resonating
affirmation of acceptance for your mating.
Our contract is for this spring and not forever
I know little creature this is what you whisper.
In architected nest two pretty pearls are laid;
In three months, have to become hummingbird.
Mate of mankind, you are the love teacher.
Perhaps they gave idea of the helicopter.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Shattered, Without Sleep
When you feel shattered, without sleep,
the time left for recuperating
depends if company you keep
keeps you awake while you are mating,
for if while mating you are wide
awake, forbidding sleep to shatter
love-making, being bleary-eyed
when you are not is no great matter.
When you feel shattered, without sleep
because your dreams kept you awake,
perhaps change the company you keep,
for it may be your big mistake,
not waking you before you dream,
to make sure that your sleep is deep
once you’ve regained your self-esteem,
not wasting time by counting sheep.
6/2/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Exotic Birds
Exotic pair twirls mid-air,
Mating dance, And if by chance,
She likes his ritual nuance,
The male's preening prance.
Head raised, a confident stance.
His wings were strong and long in length,
The female sensed the male has strength,
For nature deemed that she must succeed,
To choose a mate, to live, to breed,
Who Cries For The Little Girl? (A Ballad For The Abused)
Who cries for the little girl, lost and all alone?
Who for the little girl, now fully-grown?
Who mourns for the little girl, not allowed to be one?
Who grieves for the little girl, whose pain is never done?
Who comforts the little girl, left to comfort her Sister?
Who consoles the other two, who have really missed her?
Who speaks for the little girl, left without a voice?
Who chooses for the little girl, never given a choice?
For these little girls, there is naught I would not do
To lessen the torment that they have so bravely fought through.
It is I, who cries when empathetic tears need be shed;
It is I, who apologizes for a 'wrong', long-since dead;
It is I, who would have ended the pain-had I only known-
So the little girls left as such, were never lost and all alone!
*Inspired by the poem: Who Cries For The Little Boy? , from the movie: Antwone Fisher
-Maurice Harris,19 February 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Fear Kills The Pleasure
Fear mars the pleasure of smoking
When you smoke in a forbidden place.
Fear mars the pleasure of mating
When you mate with a forbidden person.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Spasm entangled
spasm entangled soul seeking freedom
spasm entangled soul seeking soul
hollow hidden hurt earth ridden road
a moonlit daughter by moonlight measured
a moonlit daughter in earth clad pressured
hail la luna hail soothe my soul in pain
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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U Got Me Bugged
Since you came around
Wigglin under my skin
Ive been lost in the lost n found
Feeling like a helpless pin
U got me bug bug bug bug bugged
Girl I dont know what to do
U got me bug bug bug bug bugged
You fluttered on down
As graceful as can be
Then you stuck in the needle
And sucked my blood
It was the loveage that came over me
U got me bug bug bug bug bugged
I dont know what to do
U got me bug bug bug bug bugged
Im always bugged over you
Now Im hopelessly entangled
In the web of love you dangled
Helpless like a worm watch me twist and squirm
Your love has left me strangled
U got me bug bug bug bug bugged
Girl, I dont know what to do
U got me bug bug bug bug bugged
Girl, Im all bugged out over you
You got me bug bug bug bug
Now Im hopelessly entangled
In the web of love you dangled
Should have trusted sick fear
Now you stepped out on my tail
Your love has left me strangled
You got me bug bug bug bug
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A Glow Worm and A Firefly
Dressed up for the mating night,
Never known it's for two weeks delight,
Rolled and sucked all alive under the earth,
The small lights even in the eggs, glow under the dark.
Meditated through many seasons to mature,
After pupating the single eyes become compounded,
The missing wings left the females on the ground,
The wingless flight to the height, emitting luminescence.
Sending specific patterned signal to the mate in the filth,
On the banks of the river and top of the trees,
Thousands of male little lanterns hungry for love,
Equally mad glowworms send the specific light of memo.
The joyous moment and union confirm the continuation,
Of species that mesmerize the human to merriment.
One wicked glowworm, hungry for nutrients,
She sent the signal to lure the lovelorn male.
When a male firefly was drowned in stupor,
picked up the responding signal from a potential mother,
but She caught, ate and stored enough protein,
To produce more eggs and show off the cruel charm.
When they fly as the little stars they can be caught,
When they burn the chemical with enzyme with no heat,
When they look for the mate from the upper ground,
The feeling is great to everyone who can witness.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Just Fiction
My blade is my very own metallic potion,
Its edge helps me control this dark emotion,
The pain melts away as if it were ice on a summer day,
My blood represents my pain unhurriedly flowing away,
To distance my mind from the pain,
I grab my blade and press it to my vein,
I slide it slowly so I can enjoy watching my blood spill,
You will never understand how I love the comforting chill,
The pain is my addiction,
But you think my pain is just fiction,
You think its all for attention,
You don’t understand my coping invention.
The one I have created to get out of this depression
poem by J.T. Solomon
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Would You Inhale Me In Your Lungs
My beauty smiles to you, my soul mate,
My whole life i'd been seeking for you,
My laughing heart forget all sorrows,
When you are near, my pain is gone.
Would you inhale me in your lungs,
And keep me there for as long you'll survive,
I'll be your soul mate within you,
You'll feel my heart beating inside of you.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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It's also helpful to realize that this very body that we have, that's sitting right here right now... with its aches and it pleasures... is exactly what we need to be fully human, fully awake, fully alive.
quote by Pema Chodron
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Her Shadow
Her shadow is forever gone since she is of someone else now. It hurts to live without her because I truly loved her though I can understand that she did not fully trust me, that is why our love story never reached a peaceful end. It ended in pain, even then I fully and truly loved you, while I was with you and in love with you.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Sikhsya
Ai pathara mate deichhi sikhsya
Kahichhi jare ja pathara hoi ja
Mu maruchhi pathara hoi na pari.
Mate sunaichhi gita ai pathara
Aau ai pathara mate sunaichhi
Aakasha aakasha au mu rati adhare
Pathara upare basi pacharichhi
Taranka bayasa.
Dekhichhi ai patharaku padiamajhire
Dekhichhi ambagachha tale
Dekhichhi puneire
Janichhi a pathara pain
Rahichhi mo ghara mo sansara.
A patharaku athu uthaiba nain prasna
janichhi ai pathara mate dhari
Rakhichhi mularu aau mu pathara sahita
Jaichhi udi sata samudra tera nai jouthi
Nain nain.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Think of the child
What will elders think? What will colleagues think?
What will families and relations think?
Such feelings are gone from women’s brain.
Dating is frequent; mating is common.
Marriage and virginity are redundant.
Lovers are changed as friends are changed.
No woman is exclusive to any man.
The society’s appeal to women:
Be true to your mate whom you bore a child
And let the child identifies its father.
Your progeny must grow on a healthy ground.
02.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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