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Thought stimulates

One’s erection is from the rush of blood.
The rush is from the dilation of capillaries.
The dilation is from the secretion of chemicals.
The secretion is from the thought of woman.
The thought is from her vision or image.
Having reached a stage where no woman
In person or in fantasy could arouse you,
No Viagra will come to your rescue.
[Viagra stops loss of erection]
16.08.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Erection

Erection

August heat I sent in a comment to an article in the Guardian,
dislike many of their readers, but it is a good paper, even if it
tends to lose its nerves and waffle a bit when the pressure is on.
I look to see if anything is written about lack of erection, not long
ago my member could carry a beach towel, a party trick for one
witness, now it will not even carry a paper napkin. I could write
and ask the woman who is married to a comedian and has a sexual
healing column in the Guardian, only I don`t like her much I think
she’s fraud; and the comedian she married stop being funny after
he dastardly divorced his first wife and married her. When working
class people are successful they tend to marry “up” that is because
they meet lots of new and well spoken people, who flatter them,
but they are wrong they will be sandpapered down lose their strength
to suit the middle class taste; rich they will be, so who cares?

poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Final Chapter

The Final.
Shivering I got up from my ice sheet bed and walked into night streets.
Pot holed roads and uneven pavements, a systematic ruin to save tax
payers money which is easy in a poor, powerless neigbhourhood.
What happened to lust? The pleasure and awe running through veins
filling my body with life. And then around a corner they came, women
I had loved, old now, empty breasts, thin legs, flapping vaginas and
pubic hair brittle as Fidel Castro’s beard. They didn’t see my but ran
to a bronze statue of my youth standing proudly erect on a pedestal.
I was full of rage and consumed by jealousy. How dare they ignore me?
How dare my youth be so boastful? I collected smeared napkins and
condoms, tried to set fire to the statue, that was starring down at me
with a giant erection and deep contempt. It was no good the fire
didn’t melt the copper. God, let me have just one more erection and
an ejaculation that will forever smother lingering lust. The women
had boarded a diesel stinking bus, they were going to the woods,
pick magic mushroom and dance in the glade. Overflowing bins,
cat piss and broken supermarkets trolleys. From the east a few rays
of sunlight came and made the city decay beautiful. What’s next old man,
what’s next?

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Better Beware

Dreams of contemplation, a resignation, know what.
Useless indignation, a segregation, plant your seed.
Steamless conversation, what is happening to me.
Im no longer your erection, or your congregation, Im your disease.
(chorus)
You take the sun.
You have your fun but you better beware.
You better beware.
You broke it down.
With that boring sound you gave to me.
That I dont want to hear.
Youre in some blind elation, a kind of delusion,
You dont get through to me.
Deliver your equation and still you wont see a change in me.
You want my redemption, you want me to believe that its all me.
Well, Im no longer your erection, or your congregation, Im your disease.
(chorus)
You take the sun.
You have your fun but you better beware.
You better beware.

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song performed by Lisa Marie Presley
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Lack of erection
I read a verse about it
At an open mike
To deafening silence
And mortified interval

tanka by Oskar Hansen
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A Living Corpse

Counts die; then water dries;
Erection falls; then passion struggles.
Lust still lives with lips dry.
Voyeur fills. Else a living corpse.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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After Eighty, No Beauty in Life

At fifty you may lose counts;
At sixty you may reduce volume;
At seventy you may lose erection;
At eighty, the interest for women.
After that no attachment for life.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Organ fails but wants not.

Teeth are lost but taste is not lost.
Youth is lost but love is not lost.
Erection is lost but lust is not lost.
In all, agony of inability reigns.
17.11.2001, Pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For A Holy Moment!

i am an old man,
with a book of scriptures,
written in blood,
and an erection,
walking towards eternity,
looking for a holy moment!

a candle willing
to be burned down,
a leaf letting go
of the tree!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Can Viagra? [aduot]

Thought of a woman
Or her vision in brain
Is prerequisite to man
For erection. In its absence,
No Viagra can man him.
Man of menopause
Wants the change of partners
Not the induction of Viagra.
27.04.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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