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Father’s Day

Lashing out at invisible enemies
you focus on virtue test –

putting the ethics into incarceration,
when you ask to dip the hand

in boiling oil. Epiphany, a magnus
tells, gives a sensual arousal.

Without you I was fighting
graffiti on no-name lips.

The green eyes were watching. A
terse detergent suicide.O my

architect, what game you are playing
with a child who refuses to become a father.

poem by Satish Verma
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I Like Smells

i like smells...
woodsmoke, and food,
black coffee in the morning.
the smell of rain,
of mud, of wetness.
the smell of the walls
of the cave, of the stone,
of the moss...
the smell of sex, of arousal,
of a woman's neck.
the smell of pine needles,
of an old house,
of fresh turned earth...
the smell of old books,
of old dogs, of shadows
without form...
i've even become accustomed
to the smell of death!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Revenge

A mob rapes a moon
under the blue sky.
Then parades her half-naked body
on the streets of clouds.

Arousal of anger
devours the mate
in a nocturnal rendezvous
with a sea horse;

cuts off the head
to shake out the frozen tears
from unweeping eyes.
Life stares face to face

with death, of a star.
A slow hesistant voice
opens the layers of silence
for seeking justice.

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poem by Satish Verma
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My Man

My man is the most wonderful person on my side,
And he switches off my darkness to light!
Because we understand each others taste like,
Red wine and real love to remind my mind always!
He switches off my darkness with the light of love,
And having him around is all that the muse brought to me.
It is not the size of the ship but the mtion of the ocean!
And of the arousal of my emotions on this passions of love;
For my man is the most wonderful person on my side.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Abdication

It was a domestic pain,
when we came apart in boots and helmets.
Taking the shine away, moon gave up the fight
on lake, against the clouds, a sniper
intuitingly, started a homicidal blasting
to start the rains.

An ode to sepia needs scrutiny;
cuttlefish had a second thought. No faith
permits the slaughter of septa. Walls were squinting
to see better. A square root will find the squall,
between the breaths. Beyond arousal of oceans
a shaken, surreal, blast from a craven rifle.

Satish Verma

poem by Satish Verma
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My Execution

Facing my execution
Unsure I was the one
Found with the smile, holding the smoking gun

The hooded hulk
Weighs me up and sighs
Deep delight is dancing in his eyes

He knows so well
Arousal and the swell
Anticipates the snap, the fall, the void

While I look back
At the wide door of my cell
From which my life has suddenly emerged

Regretful or ashamed
Who do I have to blame and who
Have I betrayed? As they abandon me

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poem by Frank Bana
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My Children Of Sorrow

It was there all the time
the core fear, my inadequacy.
Tonight I will let go off the fire
and become a non-moving time.

When you come home for the arousal,
under the lids, you will find giant tears
frozen into a lake of no return.
Watch your steps and walk gingerly.

My unlocked door always welcomes
the incendiary past, pure happenings.
To return the clothes worn by the truth
on the night of gang rape.

It does not go, my nameless agony.
My children of sorrow, where will
they go? The scars?
I scan the sky.

poem by Satish Verma
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Is sex a sin?

The sexual desire necessarily comes
From the sight of a woman or the thought
Of her in fantasy. It stimulates
The brain, the brain excites the glands,
The glands empty the sexual hormones
Resulting in a rush of flood from the pumping heart
To fill the organs and that is the arousal.

Orgasm is the process by which the tension
Built dilutes, releasing endorphins.
Tension is gone; along with it are gone
Depression, backache, lumps and tumors.
Built up are the immune systems.
Stored up is the youthfulness.
Is sex a crime, a sin and condemned by gods?
30.12.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Dear Angelina

You’ve in you something luring and unique.
A daylong stroll with you to the cool creek
Through thick verdant and fragrant sunlit woods
Ensconces me into ecstatic moods.

My high on that wave of beatitude
Would well transform into a silver moon
In the late night’s sensuous solitude
Into your lap and embraces to swoon.

The mood to pen a dulcet lyric
With notes, tunes and melodies Delphic
Oh, my sweet darling Angelina
On your ageless magic charisma.
Your empyrean arousal,
Oh what a great carousal!

What then in gratitude can I this amorist give back?
Except myself birth after birth for this heavenly pack!

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poem by AtreyaSarma Uppaluri
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