Be On Guard Against Poets

My sweet child My daughter Be on guard Be on guard of the man Who plays on your heartstrings… Not with flirtatious smile Nor with flexed muscles Not with devouring eyes Nor with intellectual prowess Or clothes so fine No, these you can resist You can set boundaries And be done The threat, false alarms Their charm easily undone Your defenses will withstand The groping hand The false charm No, don't be alarmed Oh, but child My precious sweet one Be on your guard I beg you I implore Be on your guard From the man named, “POET” A man who wields words Who crafts and designs them Like a carpenter with wood... Who makes them into jewels With a jeweler’s touch... Who makes them sweet delicacies That simply melt in your mouth He can shape and design his words To fit your every need He writes down your dreams As though they were his own His words an homage To your beauty Your form The light in your eyes The way you entice Your captivating smile Your dark tresses Cherry lips Or the curve of your hips BE ON GUARD Oh, dear one Be on guard For he means to take you To sweep you away In the tide of beautiful rhymes The rise of fall of passion Making your body move in time He means to ensnare you To capture your soul He means to dominate To slowly undress Intoxicate with his words So you forget common sense He wants you to eat from his hands Choice morsels of love While he whispers in your ear, “There's more where that came from.” My child Be on guard For words cannot pay Your rent or expenses Cannot save your day Words won’t be there When you cry in the night They won’t be able To turn on that light Words won’t be your lover With hands nice and slow That touch you in places Words can never go My child, My darling Listen to me Stay away from those poets They’ve got potency They will woo and bewitch you Throw fairy dust in your eyes But at the end of the day Only a few don’t tell lies My child, my sweet Get a man who will be THERE IN PERSON BODY and SOUL With hands that caress And with eyes that speak Of your body in that dress Spoken words make you weak With lips that touch yours That say you’re divine That lick from your navel That sweetest of wine Stay away from those poets Be on Guard Save your life! For a poet, my child Is the greatest danger in life The greatest beauty The greatest dream The greatest heartache The greatest strife Be on guard BE ON GUARD SAVE YOUR LIFE! Eileen Manassian Ghali