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Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream.
Far away from the vision of mortal eyes,
A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise.
She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child.
Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity,
“In hushed angelic lucidity!”
Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones.
Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust,
Below the memoirs of her floating vessel,
Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams,
A shattered female kneels in salvation.
An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind.
Lost in profoundness, in what might have been.
What was, for a moment in this period?
The grimness of her weak vessel dwells.
A lifeless winter strays around. 
An album so old and dusty,
A christening gown not ever embraced.
Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise,
Soften footfalls beating out the torments.
Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones,
Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache.
Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need,
Their hearts unite as one...
A closing of mother and child…     
~BY: PD~

Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey 

There walks Warriors in that graveyard,
Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages;
at night you can see their Spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far corner, up by the stream,
far from the eyes of publicity,
she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene,
catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity.
In silent lucidity.
Brittle now, those fine bones,
deep beneath the snow drifts of winter,
beneath the memories of her body afloat
down rivers and streams of Remember.
A broken woman kneels in prayer,
a heavy weight on a burdened mind,
somewhere deep in what could have been,
what was, for a moment in time.
The grayness of her frail body lingers,
in a dead winter of the unborn,
on page forty-nine in the family album,
in a baptismal gown never worn.
Together they dance,the woman and the child,
their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows
of many days at a worn out headstone,
many dances to come, many tomorrows.
Together they dance, The Woman's Dance,
their hearts as one...
the woman and the child.
~By: Catie Lindsey~

(for Catie's: Re-write contest..) 

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A Cinderella Story

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“Simon, I have something to say unto you. There was a certain creditor

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Whom had two debtors. One owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty.

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And when they had nothing with which to pay he freely forgave them both.

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Tell Me, therefore, which of them shall love him more?”

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Simon answered and said, “I suppose the one whom he forgave more.”

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He said to him, “You have rightly judged.” He then turned to the woman and  
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Said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house, you gave Me

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No water for My feet, but she has washed my feet with her tears and wiped them

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With the hair of her head. You gave me no kiss, but this precious woman

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Has not ceased to kiss My feet since I came in. You did not anoint My head 

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With oil, but this priceless woman has anointed my feet with fragrant oil.

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Therefore I say unto you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for 

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She loved much. But to whom little is forgiven, the same loves little.”

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And He said to her, “Your sins are forgiven...Your faith has saved you. 

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Go in peace.” ~ “A Cinderella Story” ~

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When I talk to you. . . I'm talking to the wall
                                                                      to photos arranged
across from where you hung the paintings
made by your own two hands. 
                            Set behind the dusty glass of antiquated frames -
                                                the photos tell of family, heritage, and you
 in your youthful glory. . . of you with dark lush locks
                        that framed the face 
                          of a rose in bloom

When I talk to you. . . I'm talking to the birds -
    two sweet parakeets 
                                        now more than a decade old.
The cage is not as clean as it was             when you were in your prime
                                                                   and all was immaculate!
Now someone else is caring for these birds
which tilt their little heads and inquisitively 
                                                    peer at me
                                                       as if to ask: Are we supposed to understand?

                                       and silence
                                                 meets my ears.

When I talk to you. . . .I'm talking to the air.
It smells of
              antiseptics, and today           your room is stifling.

I push you
 in your wheelchair
    to the garden, where breath of spring                  awaits us.

I talk to you, but we                                  do         not          converse.
I look into your eyes                                 grown   pale.
                                 Their   empty   stare
seems fixed 
upon the roses.             I gently pluck one up
                                      and place it in

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Mother is Dove

Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.

Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.

Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu 
For my heart.

I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.

I remember the wood from the wood 
The water from the water 
And manifold items from jungle alleys 
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.

I remember the constant match 
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with 
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.

I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls 
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?

Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.

Oh, mother loving woman 
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.

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The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back


*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)

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A woman's soul, is it as porous as the air that breaks the water and earth apart from each other? In the slither of liquid contours, this maiden's essence blows into tiny glints of filling days’ silent pages without having to fill in the blanks. But such fire on her navel; swelling, leaping forth unto a black dahlia of night dripping with all the kerosene stars like a tigress on a hidden, sensuous prowl... This is her shape. Then coming from metal gut, she fumes of musky-flavored energy, steaming the brain for a war of poker in a den filled with invincible men as she raises the bets for a royal flush of aces... This is her bullish time. Yet, curling into late evening she enters into the pillows of her soul rinsed from the bouquet and incense of a dulcet day, her bosom of long breaths warming the lamp gentle, temperate, and mild in peace, coasting along the ledge of her swan sleep... This is her soul's time, shape and peace. Anthony Slausen's Scent Of Your Soul 10/14/2014

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Hermaphrodite - Part II

My thoughts are filled with the Hermaphrodite,
of the woman breaking through the surface of my skin.
I cup a vulva where there should be instead, a -
laugh aloud because I feel whole.

You ask why I am laughing, 
but you do so with your own laughter.
Your voice startles me awake,
its echo whispers along my spine.

Disorientation                        leads to clarity.

I look around, it feels like home.
Pixies shine in my eyes.
Right now you are a Pixie
             in my eyes,
a paradoxical puzzle that makes you all the more beautiful.
You have always been there,
so intertwined, I only had an illusion of being alone.

IT/You/I/We, say:

"I have been your Mother, you have been my Father,
Sister, Brother, Child, Lover."


I want to make love to you
on exponential levels.
Here                finally,
I swallow the truth of always having wanted to.
You tell me that we already are,
possibly a bit differently than expected.

"In my sleep?"

"No, ancient boy, young boy."

I feel slighted for a fraction of a moment,
but the woman re-surfaces within.

You penetrate me,
using my own body to fill me/your body.
Waves. Pulsating, flowing currents.

How can I be feeling both?

We are between two Mirrors                deep beneath the Sea.
Do I dare look? Of course.
I see our reflection through your eyes -
you are using my body to make love to me/your body,
my belly is an earthquake.
There are smaller images of us rebounding between the Mirrors,
hypnotizing me, leading me deeper into reflections,
until I am only a grain of sand.

You take me in. You are an Oyster,
molding me into a Pearl,
even though you were born a Pearl. 

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You're my lady, made for me

You're my lady, made for me!


I swear to you there could never ever be!

In this whole world, as far as I could see!

Someone else who could be my soul-mate!

Except you, most precious gift of my fate!

Before we even met, I had known you forever!

Since times began, we had been apart never!

From nothing, you changed me to everything!

My queen of hearts, just with you I am a king!

You are my world, you're the love of my life!

You are my sweetheart, O my prettiest wife!

Let me yet once more get down on my knee!

To say you are my lady, who is made for me! 


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The View

        THE VIEW 
(A sad point of view)

I can't believe he has to be a poet
To tell you how he feels
Maybe he does not know it
Words written on paper don't really heal
Do not tell her you are sorry
When your apology is not real

To be or not to be?
That is the question you should really ask.

The man should never call himself a poet
Unless he has lived, learn, lost, and gained it all back

The man who writes good poetry
In my eyes is a man of art
He can paint you anything without a paintbrush
This is the man I call no poet, with a colorful heart

Using all his manly skills
He is way ahead of the ordinary man
Leaving the imagination, filling the soul with chills
He is like the woman who leaves you all aroused

(A sad point of view.)

While the woman swims in her own drown.
She finds herself helpless to suffering worlds.
Without a man she thinks she is lost, nowhere to be found.

The secret of the female is
When she is heart broken
She thinks life is over 
Little at the time she knows
Once a woman feels
She gets right back up to be a lady
When the time calls
The lady is stronger than ever

One thing I learned about a lady 
You better respect her
Don't destroy her better days
She will crumble you up for sure
If the lady says she is a poet 
Than a poet in her

I will never insult a lady
She will crush you where it hurts 
A real lady knows how to control her man
A lady knows how to keep her emotional words real

But the woman needs to grow 
Stop trying to be something she's not
In time she will know
To give it her best shot
I will praise myself and say
"Woman always come and go."
A poet, she can act and play
With fake words that have no flow
This is my demo to all poetry freaks
Keep it real!!


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Hey you

Hey you

Hey you, yes you standing there
Are you ashamed?
Are you afraid?
Do you even care?

Hey you, yes you, stop right there
I heard it all
I saw you there
Oh, how I wish I did not care

Hey you, yes you, don’t look over there
It’s you, you’re the one I’m talking to
You know me, yes you do
I sit above, high above your head.

I am your conscience
And as your conscience I cried
I cried for the barmaid that you had raped
I cried for the young girl you terribly insulted.

Hey you, yep I have your attention now
You see the barmaid, yes you have been reported
The young girl, hung herself last night
She died hanging on a rope.

Hey you, Yep now I have your attention
Do you care now?
Are you scared now?
Hey you, behind those bars, I am your conscience.

Lisa Duggan 17 August 2014.


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women of dusk and dawn who love to feast on their senses in a banquet ripened by love and courage, chilled to last till the moonlight bequeaths more hours for stories about earth's flesh... oh, let the first drone of music praise the female spirit voluptuous as hips sashay in gaiety wildly wet, empresses hunting for the eyes of god in men softly flowing in veils of mystery that hover in the fragrance housed in chambers of rich legends and reality: taste their tears, cuddle the apples of fertile breasts… yet no one can touch their essence or own life’s primeval wombs; women are women like their children defying any explanation. ..................... Kelly Deschler's Women Only Contest by nette onclaud... new poem

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I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,

I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,
I have heard the tales of horror, from my dark skinned foes.
I have heard the tales of terror, from others who became my friends.
And I have walked with a dark skinned woman of their tribe.
We walked in the beauty of her courage, together. Tearless. 
Tearless we both were as she spoke, for tears, only gods could cry for her.
I am a Red Skin dog.
And yet we walked together and we talked – together, fearless,
I and this swaying ebony sapling, sprung from the roots of my foes tribe.
We talked of the pitiless reality of that life she left behind, of that time
That she has left, far, far behind, like a useless scar
That has toughened over. And made her stronger. 
I learned from this daughter of my foes
That true courage is never fearless, but always stronger. Victorious,
Stronger she was by far, to this Red Skin dog
Than the thousand sons who died, in her honor. So they say. Ridiculous,
But I have heard the balance of their sins.
And for all the tales I have heard from those angry young men, and their vengeful fathers
Her horror was a thousand times more sinister. A thousand times more callous.
Horror took up residence in her home but never in her heart.
But for others, I cannot speak.
“…splinters and bursting fragments…in my mind
Ai! Tearing! Memory of tearing flesh, swallowing tears and mucus, blood and bile
…bruising and ripping garments…off my body
…filthy, familiar hands tearing at my dress…
…my legs split and broken like a wild pig slaughter, my screams smashed from my lips,
With the butt of a rifle, just used to kill a Red Skin dog…
Aieee! Clean this floor mama, mop up this spew!
It cannot be mine!
This child is not mine!
It is not mine! It is the devils own creation born in hell fire!
Born in my death! 	
Aieee! I am dead, I cannot be alive. 
I am dead and the Red Skin dogs have eaten my corpse.
Those spirits in their wingless chariot flew over the land and sea, to rescue me?
Rescue me from that black devil who said he was like Jesus to me.
I thought you were my uncle-brother…
Who else could have found us here?
Hidden away from the Red Skins and their Wingless Angels.
Only you my uncle-brother
Only you could have found us
Only you could have killed us.
And now the progeny of your evil deed suckles at my breasts
As I lie dead in the home of those Red Skin dogs you fought.”

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Women are roses:  
God’s embodiment of beauty
In a plethora of dazzling colors
The soul of man captivate 

All roses,
Endowed with a mystic aroma are
Only the initiates to scent are able
For that reason, divinity,  
Wishing, His finest of creations to 
Armed guards all around them
Has placed:
The vigilant sharp thorns,
To keep the profane  


© Demetrios Trifiatis
 25 SEPTEMBER 2014    

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A Woman's Love

A woman’s love is soft
Soft like her body
A blanket of gentleness
Her softness covers
The edges of a man’s soul
Making him feel warm
A soft pillow for his head
Her breasts
So so s o f t…
Her arms
Dreamy clouds of comfort
Around his shoulders
His angular frame
His roughness softened
Gentle, soothing
The love of a woman
Reducing him
To the child in the man
In need of love....
The knowledge that she’s there
An added softness to his rugged world
Of madness

A woman’s love
Is a soft embedding
Of his hard strength
Lost in the warm depths
Of her soft
A woman’s love...

A man’s soft salvation

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Inspired by the poem by Richard D Steal (WOMAN) 

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Colton was a bartender,
computer hacker for the government.
Three days after i heard the zip
he moved to Korea.
He had glasses and made Malibu Rum margaritas
so good that I couldn't stop sipping on his heart.

Now Harrison was the thrasher.
Homemade tattoo guns,
baggy sweats and paint.
he wanted to stamp EASTSIDE into my chest 
so that my breasts would remember his touch.

Cooper was the football star
three times my weight.
He stopped my breathing
as he laid on top of me.
Shh, he whispered. We don't want to wake them.
We smoked in the back of his truck after the fact.
He kept my lipstick stained cigarette
so he would remember his best blowjob, he told me.
As he drove into the dark 
I watched him with broken eyes.

Peter was the musician,
asked me to come to one of his gigs
so that he could play a song for me.
He closed his eyes during the entire song
and told me that he was picturing me naked.
We were in the back of his car.
It was pouring, cold, and uncomfortable.
Thanks for the favor
he mentioned.

That is when I began giving favors as a past time.

1 hour for ten addys.

2 hours for a line.

30 mintues for a cocktail.

Favors faded.
Okay, they said.
and i screamed into my pillow.

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The Old Woman

Shawled against 
the damp night chill,
she waits
slumped low, 
in her favorite chair.
Old and tired 
she waits.
Eyes, once bright, 
cast a milky stare 
blind to all 
but distant memories 
and moments carved 
treasured wooden dolls 
faces and form 
now whittled away
Lines and furrows etch 
the frail countenance
struggling in vain to see
a fast approaching 
Daylight dims as twilight fades,
and lurking in the corner there,
A Dark Shadow
smiles. . . . .
as the old woman waits 

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A Woman in the Rain

Rain falls on the lonely water’s edge,
is it a tear of a forgotten woman?
Sojourned on the surface of the water forming a bubble 
for a moment and sinking into a forgotten time to remain 
an oblivion because the bubble is incapable of becoming 
a swift current. It is moving alone.

Because the woman in rain wanted to shake off
lots of deep-rooted detestable memories and rancor
she rushed to the shore and flew in the air as a mist
after smashing into a break-water. She couldn’t get rid of 
her life-long ill-will she carried because she held onto false reality
that caused her to stray farther away from the actuality.

For her heart’s rending cry and struggle echoes vainly,
the water’s edge’s monotonous rain is the forgotten woman’s ill-will.

The rain becomes harder and harder
for the weight of the dark cloud hangs over her head 
that is too heavy to hold, the woman kneels down by the shore 
her poor heart’s lost grudge hardened as a piece of wooden block 
and drifts along the water with the current that will never return.

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Hardboiled Woman

Hardboiled women, has your solid heart never been cracked.

Your golden soul still intact.

Allow life’s experience to peel away your shell, before we expire.

Let the yolk of your soul be the enriching ingredient in the journey of your life.

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Senseless ( part one )


What is it inside the heart of man
That cannot appreciate another’s suffering
Were we born with this senseless implacability

Is it from life itself we grow these calluses of the soul
Are we created not to care
Is the face of nature so coldly ruthless
That we must come to be so

For what belief in anything in which to believe
Should we maim and destroy and kill
What is it that we know so well
That the idea of difference can cause such conceited violence

How do we become so voluntarily indoctrinated
Is it some desperate need to have sense amidst the senseless
To have at least the illusion of a purpose

When then do we celebrate the diversity of our sense to make sense of the senseless

Should every woman and man dream and aspire
And have every man and woman dream and aspire to the same
Or say this love is stronger or this way is better
This truth more truthful than anything anyone else can know

Who’s despicable spirit can live with out some measure of guilt in overfed luxury
While others starve and die in poverty
Are we not as one with this the global identity we call humanity
Are we not basically and essentially all the same

If right there is to pass on righteous judgment
For cultural and social and political and religious difference
Such conviction and contempt is that all we see in our own reflection

When then do we celebrate our diversity of sense to make sense of the senseless


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“H” represents the humility she 
displayed from the moment she 
opened her eyes; 
“E” would suggest a revision of 
Because it would take many stories and 
infinite lifetimes to explain the beauty 
of her essence; 
And “R” would ask for a human replica 
of her, 
For many men should admire such as I 

Modern Shakespeare’s should pay
close attention, 
For her personality writes poetry 
And yet the pen remains in my 
To describe beauty in third person. 

My cold and nonchalant heart has never 
asked for another summer to warm up too, 
Unless purposeful reasons for an appeal of the 
heart were discovered, 
And yes! 
These reasons always spelt out 
her name. 

As in life which contains both success 
and failure, 
I’ll risk it all, in hope’s for mutual 
I’d serenade time if it meant I could 
spend more in her serenity; 
Forget the ridicule and episodes of embarrassment, 
The only thing on television tonight is the 
heartfelt expression of a peacock, 
Waiting to display his romantic feathers to the 
archetype woman; 
Today and forever; 
I’ll dedicate to her. 

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                                    Never thought, never knew,
                           that some day I'd find a woman like you.
                                    A woman with pure delight.
                       A woman who's mind is so aimlessly bright, that
              the sacrifices made brings the world underneath your sunlight.
                           A woman with thoughts and emotions that
                                 are defined through her eyes.
                   Laying next to her our thoughts mount up as one and
                                      disappear in deep sky's.

                                  Yes adversity will come and go,
                           but in life, with faith we'll constantly grow
            Although there are tears shed and pain that we will seldom share,
                    No other individual will come close enough to compare
                              Time we've spent is no regret to me,
                               Just hope you and I will forever be.

"An old piece"

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Shock and Awe, Coming Back Home

My friends come home draped in flags 
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...
I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...

I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
 Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...
I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil

There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...

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Lupita's Request

Lupita…forgive me, 
For I would never sin from these 
Such words that would spoil the beauty 
of your existence;
But if you requested such a crime, I’d argue 
for remnants of your time, 
And charm you as my fatal audience. 

Of these things I would cite verbally, 
Would be the origin of shape, gifted upon 
your figure, 
Those curves that gave birth to the unpredictable
patterns of life, 
Swaying the adoration of midnight flesh, into these
new testaments of woman. 

How simply intoxicating is this craving?
To bear witness to chocolate unspoiled, as it lay 
peacefully naked over maker’s canvas; 
Let it not melt away, before millions can sample its 
sensuous glow. 

Perhaps art can be reborn from such stillness, 
While wasted labels could fade into retirement, 
Convincing the almighty to revise the structure of 
And acknowledge this last miracle…Lupita. 

What else could be molded from this paradise, but a
Queen’s thoughts and motives? 
If there is nothing but truth in this crime, then I’ve painted 
the solitude of heaven, perfectly. 

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Captured-..The Spirit Wind

Captured…..the Spirit Wind 

 (tribute to “My spirit you” by Colin Mitchell Williams)

when you paint a portrait of this love
      it is exquisitely artistic 
moving souls with words…
splashed on the canvass of this page
like it bled from within your soul
                  like it spilled from you
from an always pouring faucet
coming from the deepest well….

           blatant and caressing
tumultuous and arousing
it comes arrayed in many hues
sprinkles softly like golden dust
poured on feminine hearts
stained with passion
red and pink (your blooming heart) 
fervent with heat
sultry and captivating….
much like summer breezes
on balmy beaches
you are passion refined
defined as profound

you speak of this love that rests inside
(one like you say you have never known)

    she is lovely you say….

“Now you are like a blue girl
Dressed in summer clothes
Laughing in the sunshine
Playing on the swings of my heart
Rising to the heavens
And out beyond the stars”

how touching those lines!

we see her through your eyes of love
those shining eyes of bliss

she counts herself lucky I would say…
      what woman would not?

a woman could but only wish
that she could hold a mans heart
that beats with a constant beat
that captures such staggering
        and brilliant colors

erotically tender…
how you describe her
we can see her in your eyes
and it feels like love should feel
constant like the sun
ever moving like the current
in a California river

going somewhere on the trees
magic in the wind
beneath a bright iridescent sky
blasting out a soothing blue 

you speak of love as it should be
it makes a woman hope 
that fairy tales just might come true 

If I could enter my own contest right now this is what i would enter. What can i say?"My Spirit 
You" is a beautiful poem :) Thank you, Colin, for the inspiration....

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Have more respect for yourself


Lord forgive me she says she is on that sophisticated wine and dine, 
she says her lips are sweet, hips full bliss enough to put your mind at ease. 
Damn girl where did you get those degrees. 
She feigns knowledge, pledges abstinence but lets loose to the first fool she sees
Then pledges again and lets loose and the cycle continuously, continues in a loop of ignorance. 
Strange you are, a woman you are,
so when will you take a stand, and understand your lips and hips... 
momentary satisfactions. The ratings of your visage an illusion which fades over time. 
Rude... me... no, truthful yes, knowledge is a blessing the king you seek is not 
dwelling in the slums in where you hum your tunes
Lord forgive me she says she is on that sophisticated wine and dine, 
she says her lips are sweet, hips full of bliss enough to put your mind at ease. 
I won't beg, I won't cry so the more power to you girl, cause ignorance is truly bliss

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Warpath Woman -

I need a woman who can dance on a diamond and who can curse on a candle with equal aplomb,I need a woman that can calm like a bomb,

I want a woman that can sew ginger stiches on a sad man's soul,I need a woman that can sing the sorrow sweet from unexpected defeat,

I need a woman I should trust like the sun,one that will find fun in the mud,carry a ton,laugh when its done,a lady that can rob a mob ,an old mom,

I want a woman that can slap a kid like shes petting a dog,one that speaks to spirits as though she was born in the fog,having eyes that compete,

I need a woman that can raze a nation,shun reservation,and raise the meek and weak to sublimation,a woman that could die with a smile,

I want a woman that can hug,shove & tug me,a fine lady that tells me " despite working for the world you are a king handsome & rude all the while "  -

J.A.B.  2008

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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

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Appreciation Magnified

I received a gift yesterday
It came in the form of words
Still it was so much more
From a friend
A woman I have never met
Who has taken the time to know
My thoughts
My heart
she has gone beyond the obvious
Read my synapses 
My mind sparking across many pages
Thinking my thoughts
Feeling my pain
Laughing at my jokes
Clever comments exchanged
Mutual appreciation
I read her poems
I have felt where the sadness lies
I have been carried by her joy
The triumphs of her soul
This is the place that kindness lives
I call her friend
This woman I have not met
Yet I feel that I know
I am thankful
I respond
In the best way I know how
With my words
That are more than words
I place a gem in her hand
Ask her to hold it in front of her eyes
Magically I hope
It will magnify my thankful smile.

In appreciation of my friend Becca

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Life Is Just a Bag of Onions

Courting days are long over now 
men, well, what does define a man,
certainly it is not merely physical.
Does a man let a woman cry?
Does a man make a woman cry?
When did men stop carrying handkerchiefs?

The theater is mostly empty now.
no sedans emptying bushel loads of kids
no popcorn flying through the Saturday afternoon air
The kids are reigned in plopped in front of laptops
too elastically rubber-kneed to walk 
more than from the bed to the chair.
[I mean the lounge chair] where they slouch in perpetuity.
A decade or two of total couch potatoes
now sit glued to their IPhone, IPods, Kindle’s
not writing, not composing but gaming.
It’s enough to make a mother cry.

Fathers rush down packed highways,
single sardines in smaller and smaller cans,
toward their own desktop comps. 
Carpal tunnel runs rampant over the populous.
And, we all cry-on, emptying box, 
after box of environmentally correct
reused paper tissues into landfills.

Date: 4/11/13

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The Hands of Pain

My soul pounds with rage.
This heart has been scorched,
by your burning words.

My soul gasps for light 
slowly suffocated,
By your hands of pain.

I bare the mark of shame.
Your touch has maimed my body.
My mind drowned out my screams.

Blow by blow,
Shamed so low.
Never did you know how,
Your hands of pain marked me.

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Cigarette burns dot the seventies green vinyl chair and a floor television doubles as a table with a lamp and figurines. A six foot two inch three hundred pound strong man made the small room look like a doll house. I watched Big Daddy roll Prince Albert in a can on cigarette papers many times and he was precise, meticulous to make sure not to waste his precious costly addictive indulgence. I got the nerve to ask if I could roll a cigarette this evening and to my surprise he let me despite mawmaw’s protest. I was able to roll the paper without spilling a leaf he smiled and I felt I had accomplished something great. Life is simple in the summer time world of leisure and no school.  Big Daddy stayed outside from dawn to dark and worked the fields of corn, beans, tomatoes and okra. His old John Deere tractor made a "pup, pop, pup" sound when he drove down the road to our house. I could hear him coming a mile away and ran out to greet him. He had an idea that women were women and men were men when it came to working and he didn’t allow a woman to help him with the dirty work. A woman was to have pretty clean hands and delicate pale skin in his mind. Any other man said that to me I would give him a verbal lashing. But I overlooked Big Daddy’s faults he had a kind heart and never wanted to hurt anyone. He was generous in trading his vegetables and harsh if someone hurt his family or tried to cheat him. 
Sunday morning he rested and put on a suit and went to church never did he have his bald head uncovered except in church. He had a dress hat for Sunday to wear on the way to church. I miss seeing those fancy hats and suits. A third grade graduate knew how to dress and respect the lord better than any college educated wealthy man. He wouldn’t smoke at the church out of respect.
     Respect left
     With the man’s dress hat
     Equal rights

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I do

A wedding is about the bride and groom
So why does everyone jump to assume
That they're opinions means the bible
It's mothers and daughters that create this vicious cycle

Moms want to throw their daughter the best day ever
They're reluctant to think their dreams aren't the brides endeavor
Its one day in life
With all strings attached
My energy sure feels the bite

No matter how hard you try,
People flake or become insane
You begin to wonder, why?

Then Eloping doesn't sound so mad
All that matters is the bride walks down the isle with the dad
The groom takes her hand
A strong love is witnessed and spread across the land. 

Daughters keep your head and will strong
It's about you and the groom, 
That's where the power belongs
Don't let other steal your focus
The moment you say “no”
Treasured friendships may become bogus 

Everyone else, keep your mouth shut
Wish there was a nicer way to say this,
I'll just be blunt
Doesn't matter what you think or do
For once in your life,
This day isn't about you!

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A Woman

God created a woman to be a compaion for man.
He didn't create her to be mistreated, neither did
He create her to be his slave. He didn't want her to 
be over him. He just wanted her to be with him.

He didn't want her to do all the work, but to help 
him, if he needed help. He didn't want her to be
ahead of him, or behind him, but to walk always
by his side.

God made the woman very carefully. He also
made her very strong, so she could give support
to her man, when he thought, that his would
fall. He made a perfect creation.

He took His time in making her He wanted her to
have all the things that a man would need to make 
his life complete. A woman can cry a river, but she
can also hold back her tears.

A woman has feelings. A woman has a heart. she also
has a soul. But don't forget - she also has brains.
A woman in Gods" eyes, is a precious gem. That is
why He gave her as a gift to man.  A woman...

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She came again last night
with love-lights sparkling in her ebon eyes
and honey dripping from her lovely lips
and visited my chamber in the night,
I heard her come,
I heard her footfall on my stair,
I watched the door
and saw her beauty standing there.

How lovely to be loved and love
to meld into her sacred fire,
to know myself to be a moth
to know the burning heat of this her flame,
and in the darkness of my chamber in the night
to leave my door ajar
inviting her to enter in,
to wait for her
whilst drifting into sleepiness and dream,
upon my bed of roses.

Stirring now
I know not what the cause
nor why this moth she draws
with ecstasies of fabulous desire
into her flame of love,
to be consumed, to burn, to die,
and yet, to live for her alone
upon my bed of roses.

I’ve tasted sweet before
but not like this
this silver dew upon her breath,
I’ve waited untold lives to savour this,
this love sublime, the fire divine,
I wonder if it was the dimple in my chin,
or could it be the opening in my heart
which she had made that drew her in
upon my bed of roses.

With eyes wide open
blind to all I see but she
in that sweet night I drowned again her deep eyes,
always she comes with unrehearsed surprise
and plants in me her precious seeded prize
that love which never dies.
When I recovered from the shock
and I had taken stock
‘twas she who held the key
which turned my unseen lock
so she could enter me
upon my bed of roses.

And when I thought that she would leave at dawn
she paused and drew me further in,
into such depths I’ve never been,
all this then done
in love’s embrace we both were one,
we both were gone,
no one lies here
to wet my pillow with pearlescent tears
upon my bed of fading ruby roses.


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All Woman

Is it the sparkle in my eyes or the thickness of my thighs?

Is it the fullness of lips or the curve my hips

That lets you know that I’m ALL WOMAN 100%

Is it the grace of my walk or the way that I talk?

Is it the life that we share or the warmth of my care?

That lets you know that I’m ALL WOMAN 100%

Is it the softness of my touch or the fact that you can never get enough? 

Is it the give and take or the love that we make?

That lets you know that I’m ALL WOMAN 100%

Is it the thought of my taste that puts a smile on your face?

Is it the sweetness of my skin or that overwhelming yearning within

That lets you know that I’m ALL WOMAN 100%

Some say phenomenal,some heaven sent

But I say I’m ALL WOMAN 100%

Chiquita Baity

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Bruised Peach

Never let go, the
strand of my hair
tucked behind 
your stare

Exquisitely soft,
as my fingers

Even the simplest
of touches, burn
their imprints
into the skin,

So that every root
and every vein
I have felt, 

Whispers your name.

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Old Friend

By chance we met
We became friends at first
And best friends later
We shared everything with each other
The good, the bad, happy and sad..
It was all beautiful until that day..
The day he came into your life
Was the worst day of my life
You shared your good times with him
You gave him your valuable kisses
You gave him your all, and then some
I waited in vain for your messages
All I wanted was to hear your voice
To fill up this void you left in me
My life was never the same
Then there was trouble in your paradise..
He hurt you over and over again
But you loved him too much
You couldnt let go
He made you shed your precious tears
He took all your love
And never gave it back
Then you remembered me..
The one that was always there
The one that always cared
Always in his shadow, watching you
Crying invisible tears each time he hurt you
You came to me with your pain..
I became your tower of strength
I wiped your tears when you cried
I made you strong so that you could stand on your own
I put the sun back in your sky
I gave you wings to make you fly
And then you flew..
Away from me again
You reopened the void
You took away my sun
You left me in the cold again
You have forgotten me..
But I will never forget you
I always loved you
And I always will 
Goodbye old friend...

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The woman I am

To be the woman I am 
Is to have my free spirit in the palm of your hand 
To see the woman I am 
Is to be the passionate of passion within my words 
To feel the woman I am 
Is to be loved by my wildest of hands 
To know the woman I am 
Is to be intune with my inner mind
To have the woman I am 
Is to adore and be touched how only lovers understand
To love the woman I am 
Is to be my souls dream 
To want the woman I am 
Is to be seduced by the talk from my eyes
To hold the woman I am 
Is to be enchanted by flesh that is wrapped around you
To need the woman I am 
Is to be hungry for me 
To keep the woman I am 
Is to be the man that you are
To be the woman I am .......

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When And Why

When And Why

Concepts of right and wrong
White and black without the shades of grey
Where did those ideas come from?
Whose warped mind divided the world into two?
Murder is murder unless it is done on a battlefield?
Killing an unborn child is ok but only until it is born
It is okay for people to starve
But it isn’t legal to steal a love of bread to feed a family
Pets are left to waste away on the sides of the road
Or take them to a shelter and have them kill it for you
After all…it is painless to die
Animals can die for sport as long as they die running
It is okay as long as they don’t fight
People can be crippled for sport
It brings in the money
But we are told that it is not right to inflict injury
As long as the owners count their millions
It is alright to be a man until a woman wants your job
It is alright to be a woman until a foreigner takes your job
When did the world become so segmented?
So indecisive about what is right and wrong
When did we screw it all up?

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Strawberries And Unknown Girl

     Strawberries And Unknown Girl

Strawberries grow unaided in the field
Green, red and magic on the day
Sentinels stationed; they speak kindly of the Sun
And sometimes of an unknown girl
She’s there just out of reach
In the air, partaking of sweet pleasures
Years collect themselves in silence
Still sense her song and mystery adrift
Along strawberry rows aligned in history
Those corridors of time in endless days at play 
And there she stays a fair young maiden
A constant unknown wonder to this day

Entered in - "I Love Rock N' Roll" Poetry Contest 11/14/14
Inspired by: John Lennon and The Beatles 
The song: Strawberry Fields Forever  

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Mother Of Light

You started as a droplet inside a shell, 
Warm, languid, liquid.
Now that safe harbour, 
Has turned you into a sea.
To create you, every wonderful thing I've thought, 
Every ray of light I've ever seen, 
Was harnessed in that single drop.
To divide, 
Cell by cell
Pouring forward from me, 
Toward my ultimate worth.
I didn't know it, 
But until that point, 
My world had been flat.
You helped me peek over the edge, 
We looked into an unfolding universe, 
Then you jumped with me! 
A galaxy of light and giggles
Radiated through me, 
To get to you.
Spirit and Soul, 
Light and Hope.
You are so much more
Than an extension
Of my heart or limb.
I am, because of you.
You are, because of me.
Forever bundled in love, 
I get to be your Mother.

© 2012 
Ruby Honeytip

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Till You're here,I'm there(to revise)

   My Beloved,the Moon in My Universe,the star in my black sky,the Robin in 
my garden,the Man in my Sweet dream,The Shakespeare of my life, the white 
in my gray,the smile in my tears,the soulmate and bestfriend,
the jolly Roger in my Rough Sea,the Muse of my verse,the man in my 
memory,the love that i breath...the love of my life..

If I sleep at Sunset and never wake Up
to watch the Golden Sun rising again
I just want you to know these words,
to remember these foolish scribbled words,
coming from deep inside my heart
echoing  from my Soul,just for you!
to Fulfill Your empty  glass with the Bacchus' love.
My Beloved i just  need  you to know that,
It would be You ,the last thought on my mind,
It would be your Handsome face which i shall see,
and which my  little hands shall mold,
It would be your Sweet scent which i  shall smell,
scenting my garden for the last time.
It would be your arms which i shall feel,
embracing each and every part of who i am.  
It would be your husky  voice which i shall hear,
It would be your deep chocolate brown eyes,
which i shall gaze into before closing my eyes.
It would be your verse which i shall think of,
It would be that verse i shall remember,
Those Whispers,that Somehow ,Somewhere 
in a better land,afar from the deepest Ocean,
We shall find each other once again,
and We shall live to be together forever more,
Yes ,Somewhere Over the Rainbow We shall meet,
and No land ,Sea or Horizon Shall seperate Us.
My Beloved,
If i die without saying Goodbye,I just need you to know,
Its your smile which  i shall cherish till the end.
Its your warmth  that  I shall be thinking of,
and don't  Feel Guilty,You weren't Here, to watch Me go!
I shall die happy,knowing i'll be in the land Of Dreams
Just,Watching Over you, from above the puffy clouds.
My Love,If i don't get the chance to say Goodbye,
Do not shed a tear,Don't look back,Live to love and
live to write forever more ,cos you were born a writer,
and i am so very proud of all you've  ever been and are.
Live to find love and when you find the woman of your heart,
The Woman who fills my glass'slipper,Love Her  as you once
loved me, Never let her go!and whenever You cross
a field of Daises,Remember!I 'll always be a Daisy in the Wind,
That  Wild flower Swaying,breezing love your way.
My Beloved,I loved you,Love You still and always will!
My Spirit shall protect You, as i watch Over you 
from the Balcony Of Heaven and Smile..

                                                                   Your little Dove..

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A Fluttering of Wings- Part I

She seemed restless
Their gilded cage of love
That she had begged him
To imprison her in
With the bars of his passion
Seemed to be confining now

She never said anything
But he knew…
She felt different to his touch
He saw those wistful glances
Past the bars to the outside
And his heart bled

So he unlocked the door
But left it shut
Watching if the latch
Would show tell-tale signs
If the door would give away
Any secret whisper
Of an attempt to escape
His love

Days passed and there
Was no sign
No whisper
And yet…
At nights
Long after he pretended
That their love making 
Had satisfied his hunger
He lay there quietly
Still hungry
For all that she was not giving him
Her soul

He heard her sighs of discontent
Long after he thought sleep had claimed her
And in the dark of that night
He prayed for strength
To carry it through

Every night
For next few days
He left the door just a little more open
Than it was before
If she would notice
If she would break free
He was risking his life
He knew it…
But he would not keep her
Against her will
He was not that kind of man
And she would not ask to leave
She was not that kind of woman

On the third night
He saw her eyes fix
On the half open door
A curious mix of wonder
And perplexity
Played on her face
He quickly turned away
Bur he felt the question
Lingering in the air
The sheer longing in her eyes
Burning in his mind

That night
She was on fire
Her love a blaze of passion
She responded to his every touch
Feeding off his desires
Satiating him
Beyond imagination
She pleased him
In every way he had ever
Had desired
And it was all he could do
To wait until
He knew she was ready
To reach that place
Where intensity rules 
And everything else
Is subjugated
They were now fused together
No beginning and no end
As wave after wave of 
Of pulsating ecstasy
Engulfed them

He slept then
His premonitions buried
In the world of dreams
Until a stray ray of light
Fell across his face
And he opened his eyes
To find himself…. Alone
She had flown
And left a single feather
To remind him
Of her angelic form

Continuation in Part II

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I Post Most of Mine as Free Verse because I Don't Want to Charge For my Poems

a tiny tip has been placed where your nose used to be your lips have been plumped you have a practiced smile you wear permanent rounded breasts your skin has been sandpapered smooth tightened to restore your youth your original thoughts are memorized someone writes the words you use you want my heart but i'm sorry it's mine and it's real can you see where that might pose a problem for you and me

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A figure in darkness
Cradleing a small package
Trots up the stony ridge of stairs
In the night clouds cover the horizon
No stars can be seen from the gloomy street
A single lantern is lit and the only light
A woman with the hood drawn above her head
Lays a child upon the doorstep of a lonely family
She touches her fingers to her mouth
Then to the child's forehead
A tear filled with happy memories
Lands upon the baby's hand
With one last look
The woman disappears into darkness
As swiftly as she appeared
And the baby gave a cry of sadness
Then all became silent

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I stared in the eyes of Beauty, and she was...
Everything I thought she would be
But when I saw her I was speechless
She noticed me I noticed her
Her fragrance was beautiful 
She smelled like frankincense & myrrh
We made eye contact she gave me a lil smile
And kept walking 
Then and there I knew I had to have this woman
I wanted to smell her beauty
I had to feel her touch I want to 
Fall in love wit her not lust
I want her to fall asleep in my arms
Not just have sex & bust a nut
I want her to be my everything
I want her to take refuge in me
I wanna hear her say that she misses me
When I'm with her I wanna feel like I'm free
So I call out to her and I say...
I been looking for you 
She says I been waiting on you 
We converse in a conversation
And all the anticipation is thrown out the door
You see this woman just makes my heart soar 
And her personality just makes me crave for 
Her love even more 
We exchange numbers and we go our separate ways
I know she's different from every woman I met 
Because I ain't thinking bout gettin laid
And all I keep thinking bout is will we last 
Or just be another fling 
But a couple minutes later my cell phone rings... it's her

                                     "TO BE CONTINUED"

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In praise of women

In a woman's heart
is spark of divine fire
such warmth to a mans night
dominant prosperity to his desire...

Then who is more worthy of praise
than women of such angelic grace
even the night sky brimful of stars
cannot match the lovely parts of woman's face!

O her hand is full with roses
she brings the moon of celestial spring
her soul is of other worldly splendor
purple ember of day break does she bring!

Would there be comfort in sickness
contentment in health without her tenderness
what relief of the days torment
could we have without a woman's presence?

O woman most fragrant flower from heaven sent
you are Eve to soothe restless past
I await the fall of your floating garment
and the noble charm you eternally cast..
~ ~ ~

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Three Verbs

a well dressed mess,
I am but a man
with a sinister past
seeking redemption.

& ranting.
are three verbs I tend
to utilize while writing.
because writing is my outlet,
my craved for aperture,
even my superlative release
in the pursuit of an escape
from a reality which once
was capable of compelling 
my lips to crease into a smile,
but now only fills my chest 
with the tension of a thousand
cold-sweat soaked nightmares.
These three vulgar verbs
keep my mind lucid
through my abdication
of actuality for the
necessary occupation 
of thought required 
to keep these demons 
composed of crushed pills
and empty bottles at bay.

I feel the genius today.
I love every word, letter,
and line that I'm writing.
but tomorrow I'll hate this.
I'll think this sh*t is worthless
as I consider deleting it all.
Yet I can't part with it.
like my utter inability to
forget & let go of this fading
amatory connection whose
love once gave me hope as
well as sex that left scars,
both cerebral and somatic.
I loved her so f***ing much
and if I'm being honest, 
I must admit I still do.

as a parting favor
I simply ask you not
to confound these
words I write with
apathy and despair;
 they may sting off
the tip of my tongue
but they come from
a place that's sincere
and filled with more
than mere goodwill.
I simply have a crestfallen
& despondent perspective.

This, too, will
pass with time.
or so they say.

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Behind the Selfies

I have a very brief confession
that I have to make.
It's about the selfies 
and it'll make you break.

I only wear glamorous tops 
during my homemade shots,
Since bottoms aren't seen
And only the face is on screen.

I give all my efforts
In putting some makeups
Just to look pretty on my selfie
And wrote on it -- hashtag no makeup.

I put on my lipsticks
And do the sexy duck face,
Then captioned the output with bible quotes
Though it doesn't relate.

Mom wondered
Why I locked myself in my room.
Oh please, I was just doing a selfie
and surprisingly came out well groomed.

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Her tempting pout bounces
from night's artwork like a slow fire that churns 
a raw desire in need to be quenched ...
and it is so mysteriously enchanting: to be
entrapped by that feminine aura 
that simply blazes on a spotlight of lure--
red-tossed hair flitting along
tangy whiffs of potion absolute,
unrestrained: how her blazed glimpses
pulse within contours of her appeal
that minstrel stars collapse...
The shimmer of her alchemy draws
gasping breaths like evening gaslights
sensible only to the wisps 
of a goddess' heat, leaving mortals
in awe—-and her fluid pose seems to jut out
from a glass frame to rush forth with all
her womanly senses gushing,
meant to return on the edge of wild abandon,
enticing brushstrokes with her faceted charm

never ever the same each time.

Roy Jerden's East Jesus' Contest
~ inspiration from picture no.7 ( last photo)

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In a Blink of an Eye

Beneath the low muffles
Pedestrians shuffle
An average city day
Of hustle and bustle 
A lovely days stroll
With no place to go
Still the worlds moving fast 
But I'll remain slow
Because theres no movement
Unless I stand still
To give my heart a chance
To understand what it feels
The brilliance of designs
Engineered by our minds
And yet we lack passion 
To save our own lives
Surveying the pavement
To the edge of concrete
When I became overwhelmed
By this vision I'd seen
It was for a brief moment 
Yet I was surprised
When I saw her blue eyes
Staring back into mine
Butterflies came to life
It was love at first sight
Our approach became closer
And once again were her eyes
I felt a connection
Free from suggestions
Connected like dots
Lost in translation
But what I seen was a world
For this boy and that girl
Behind a white picket fence
And all this from a curb
Could she be the one
As the cat held my tongue
I brought the words to my lips
But my voice became numb
Them damn butterflies
They took me for a ride
I may be made of steel
But Im like butter inside
So without knowing her name
The light color changed
Then they all crossed the street
Moving on in their haste
She disappeared in a blur
Blending in with the world
And there I was standing
All alone on the curb
But with a smile I left
Without chance of regret
Or what if I spoke
The words my heart said 
Still overjoyed with delight 
It just wasn't our time
And she was gone from my life
In a blink of an eye

~ JJF ~

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Nature Speaks

Have you seen a bamboo? 
the tallest grass ever exist, 
dancing and bending and swaying...
whistling upon nature's grace? 

Have you seen a woman, 
standing beneath heavy rains and winds; 
and thunders and lightnings that flashes, 
enduring and firmly believing, 
that she can surpass everything? 

Have you seen a canvas, 
with nature's subject on it; 
i can paint it very well; 
a withering bamboo and crying woman on it? 

Nature... nature... listen to inner whispers' cry...
may you strongly fight as I fight; 
may you survive long from harmful hands; 
that never cease to harm your sight!

Inner Whispers

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The barnacle on my bum

She was a barnacle on my bum
Following me around town
getting jealous if I talked to another girl
even if they were 91.

I didn't want to hurt her
because she was so sweet
But every time I turned around
she'd be there on the street
Some times she used to frighten me
I'd have nightmare in bed at night
She was like a heat seeking missile
and she had me in her sites.

She had lips like Mick Jagger
and was always kissing me
And all because I complimented her once
and bought her a cup of tea
Now she's besotted
and wants to marry me. 

I can't see what she sees in me
I try to avoid her like the plague
I was scared to leave the house
But had to and be brave.

I had to always be on the watch
Like a hunting cat
be as agile as a ballerina
and as stealthy as a rat.

But then she found a boyfriend
I was happy as can be
Because he now had a barnacle on his bum
Phew! and  not me.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014.march.

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Dear Mother of all
Sweetest mother of all Time
Queen of the world of women
You never aborted me
You raise me with your hard earn
You teach me the way of the righteous
You Bless me with the blessing of your mouth
Who will I praise if not you
Who will I believe if not you
Who will I trust if not you
You that carry me for nine months
You put me to bed on the 17th Day of the Sixth Month of the Glorious Year
You breast feed me till I am fit for the race
You put together your earning for my first birthday
You work under the sun and the rain just for me to be among equals
I understand it is not easy in this part of the world
Yet you gave me a reason to live
And even though I heard I use to be stubborn when I a little kid
Yet your love for me never ceased
Memories fade me not of my past failure
You hold me close to you and whisper to my ear saying
"Foluso The sun still shine, you can still make it"
No wonder I am reaching my goals now because your Sweet words still live in me
Words are not enough to express how I feel
But I have to tell you this Sweet mother
Ain’t a woman alive that can take my mama’s place

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Up in that old attic are an antic Raggedy Ann Doll and a rocking chair well used by my grandmother.
Grand she was and as great as she to be; she instilled value and principality.

Up in that attic is an old Raggedy Ann Doll and an antic rocking chair my great grandmother rock from.
Short in statue but tall in her stance, my great grandmother guidance departed wisdom.

In that attic is all kind of memories of how my great grandmother and I loved each other as family.
Friends bonded and she as a life-long mentor, in that old attic resides expressive art.

In a far corner that was east to the sun stood a portrait of my great grandmother.
Knowledgeable was the face with eyes of hazel brown painted at the age of seventy-five (75). 
The reminiscence of youth is a mural seen as I sat down in the rocking chair thinking… (“Mama, let’s read The Bible together.”)   

In this old attic is love unknown because of the time I had with my great grandmother before she was beacon home.

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Lake Bed Refractions

Others think my hair
      wild,            untamed, 
             needing a coif
when all about me the wind
              through the fallen leaves…
red on gold, 
               stamped brown, 
substance once there, 
like soup 
                           cooked for hours
to fight the chill, 
                       tang of parsnip…
that’s the visible crop, 
                                   bushy froth
while beneath soil,               
the war 
              for a strand or lock or two
of my being...
              heart untied from children
hands freed 
                   to tap or zizzle a bow
across strings
      what a jumble it all is
after the clean
soul is emptied
                    scraped down to metal
my hair  
                        unwound into myself 
                        as if a clogged pore 
and I’m wondering...
                   is there is any
                         who know 
how I look 

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witches revenge

   The misty dark night lit by pumpkin light

   To drive evil away , candle light an old way

   Witches brews , good and bad they choose 

   Always a woman as oracle from the start

   A Witch giving advise to many in battle 

   Then the day where she was taken by cart ~

   If a confession not made by drowning being nice ?

   The Witch would die by fire not smoke inhaled 

   Burned Alive , to be seen from a pub, a party held

   This Witch, many child  would suffer a severe Death 

   stalks put rightly in place,the fire felt directly on face

   If it be I that suffer this fate , I would curse all whom participate ~

  So when you are out this Halloween, stay close to parents 

  An angry Witch from the past may come to pass, you'll hear screams 

  you'll think it is done for Halloween , you'll be wrong while shaking

  The Witch burned no mercy given, cruel Death coming back a force driven 

  preying on innocence from inherited names , the Witch Blames .

  The Fire , pain , laughing while burning ,vengeance is hers in the making !

                    ~~~this Halloween ~~~

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Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.

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Uneducating a Suicide Bomber

If heaven is a rest for the imbeciles,
the banes of hell my portion must be.
If cloud nine is a bordello, 
and the streets of gold are carved along the red-light-district, 
then god must be a panderer. 

Am I not already rewarded? 
My woman is: an orange, perfect in the sun;
a watermelon, succulent; 
a mango with sweet nectar;
a passion fruit, freshly plucked.

One woman is ecstasy, 
two is hell’s gate.
A saphead is a glutton for pure virgins. 
Lives foolishly forfeit for peculiar sayings.

Let not this bird fly,
for the two that is promised?
When god became a sexist, 
it came to pass that man recreate himself, a lunatic,
and the woman he  objectified became the dominant sex.

Covet not the splendor of paradise, 
where the mansions in my father’s house are brothels
perfumed with the scent of intercourse.
A gift of seventy-two maidens 
is an everlasting punishment.

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Plight of the Adult Daughter

What do I give the woman who gave me everything,
but every bit of myself?
What do I say to the woman who gave up so much
so that I could fly when she could not?
What do I do for the woman
whose only happiness is my joy?
Whose only sorrow is my pain?
For the woman attached to me;
of who I am but a part?
What do I have for the woman 
whose only meaning in life is my life?

I'm claustrophobic but this love is so intense
I'm afraid that she may feel my feelings
that she may think my thoughts,
that she'll cry my tears,
and I'll be nothing.

Feeding off of each other
we'll spiral together--
I have her crazy in my veins.

I'm lost.
Every morning I look for myself in the mirror
but, find her face instead.

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I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

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The Door is Always Open

Things get bad, then they get good again.
You can write yourself angry.
You can write yourself sick.
But never
should you write yourself sorry.

The world, to me, is many things:
A canvas, a movie, a place to store
everything you are and will ever be,
but never a bell jar.

As long as your hands can shake
and your voice can quiver,
never close the door.

Love the ground under your feet,
and your only sadness 
will be that a blanket of sky 
can't keep off the cold. 

Smile with every breath you take, 
and you'll realize that, 
no matter how much you weep,
you will never fill an ocean.

Look inside your heart:
There's answer there.
You'll find,
deep in an oblivion of night,
there is a light somewhere.

It may not be much light,
but it's brighter than darkness.
Follow it.

If you seek, you will find 
yourself always involved in 
and as long as that door never closes,
whatever something will be enough.

I promise.

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Love Poem Number 2

The first time I glimpsed your beautiful smile,
I couldn’t believe you were real, my ideal!
Your beauty captured my attention and soul ,
I could sense it immediately, you make me whole.
Now the distance between us and every moment apart,
is so painful and sad, it blackens my heart.
For you, my heart longs, your gentle, kind touch,
Your smiles, your pure love, its all just too much,
For my lonely sad soul to be far apart,
I crave you, I need you, you are my sweetheart!
Now that you have come into my black and white world,
Color abounds, and rainbows unfurled.
A new joy in my heart, for love once again I am filled,
A new hope, a new faith, happiness re-instilled.
You are my true joy, and hope for forever,
Im thankful for you and Im glad were together.

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Her chest heaves in slow-burn motion like pain etched on her clamped spine... and deep into a night sighing death's nearness, brows mark a skull tattooed upon mementos, while lungs attempt to wake frail twilight. And petals of long hair, unruly as ever glide along her desire to roam through a woodland of avant-garde trails, sampling her rebellious womanhood with grit and reserve... a mural of splattered coatings bearing puebla clothes and beads pitched on the nail of passion, of iced distance, choosing instead to taste the remaining sips of a Latin dance, clinging unto mist that can not restore a flamed glow. The skull resting on her head, does it weep for the finale of a once beguiled life; romancing lusty tracks of her exalted journey ? Woman! Though in the grey of fleeting hours ; she still rises to touch the moon, to inhale bloated fruits and leaves dauntless! When morning crawls, she lives again for pleasure before bones of age and soil melt her fragrance. .................... Dr. Ram Mehta's Missed Poem Frida Kahlo in Free Verse Contest Sponsor: Cyndi Mac Millan by: nette onclaud *Painting: Kahlo's ' Thinking of Dying' --Clinging Unto Grey Fire (poem title)

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I Plant So Now

 I plant so now over your head
the seed of life and song.
The taste of honey, milk, and sweet wine
I plant so now.
The wind and the sun in their turning
the seed of man and woman I plant now over your head.
I plant these things now so as they grow
we shall grow with them.
I plant so now the thing that makes man and woman one, 
as we are one. 
It is my need, my need to plant
just as the moon needs the stars 
or the beach needs the sea.
It is I that need you
as you need me.
I plant so now over your head so they may hang there
past life, past death, past forever.
I plant so now.

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Secrets Men Share About Women

I will tell you deep dark secrets
That only men share
In private conversations
Where no flower is allowed
To bloom

A woman can be like a video game
Makes us feel like boys again
Yet we sweat and toil 
Huff and puff
A man’s work 
Dedicated to scoring points
Until we hear her 

A woman can be like a  lawnmower
Fill her up 
With the sweetest oil
Grasp that fragrant hair
Tightly in hand
Pull her forward
In a rough yet tender way
Until a lingering kiss 
Ignites her motor
Rewards us with
Those powerful 
Lets us know
“Job well done.”

A woman can be like a roller coaster
Ride her up
Ride her down
Wild excitement 
Abject fear
The perverse delight in
Wondering if we will 
The  perilous journey 
Or be
From the track

And my woman
My love 
Washes me  in her
Most private
Perfume sins
Whispers obscene 
In harsh gasps
Hot breath bullets 
That shatter my brain
Is a living contradiction
Bringing obedient 
To share our love
Primal desires unleashed
In communal ways
That would  have made 
Karl Marx 
Renounce his creed

My woman can be like a fountain
A watery refuge from 
The steamy oppressive night
Hit the right switch
And she’s a squirting delight
Close your eyes
And you can almost hear
Dancing music 
Synchronized to 
The contractions and expansions 
Of her gushing love
Resuscitates your 
Weary body
Heals your tormented soul
Bathes you in the 
All that is good
All that has any meaning 
In this


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Tell Me Why


Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?

Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?

Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?

Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?

I pray and ask the Gods,
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.

Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?

I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.

Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.


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The Gracious Woman II

The gracious woman grows through her own self-reflection
Everything she goes through in life is a lesson
Her beauty is of essence such as her presence
Full of integrity, compassion, and optimistic guessing
The courage that she brings
Screams a strong woman destined
With the passion of a soldier at war
She is honorable, respectful, worthy and more
Qualities that must be adored

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Patradoot or The Messenger 37 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 37 /Many

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

You will find my beloved, dear letter,
Faded like the clouds full of water,
Like after the night enjoyment dear,
The woman appears in the morning.

You will find her face pale, dear letter, 
And her steps would be heavy and slow,
When you will notice these signs in her,
She is in pregnancy, you will come to know.

The gloom and paleness, on her face would have come, 
Because of her separation from me, in her pregnancy,
Leaving her ornaments aside, dear letter,
You would find only love and modesty in her. 

While beholding her beautiful lotus stem like hands,
They would look without the glow of shine, due to gloom,
When that lovely woman would appear before you,
To greet and welcome you, dear letter.

My beloved has not received any news about me,
Since a long time, dear letter,
While looking at her face  You would watch, This  
Has weathered the natural glow of her beauty.


Kanpur India      7th Sept 2010                     continues in 38.

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
Has any question or queries, they can 
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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

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Mirror Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall 
Please tell me dear
Where's that figure
That has disappeared

My boobs are sagging
They are down to my waist
I have too many wrinkles
All over the place

Mirror mirror how can this be
Seems like yesterday to me
I was just a young girl
As pretty as can be

I guess three kids
Have taken their toll
This once young girl 
Is getting old

Mirror mirror speak to me
Am I still pretty
Am I still fine
Have I stood the test of time

My days have come
My days have gone
But I think I can
Still get a man

Mirror mirror what's in store for me
Tell me please
I do look great
Don't you think

I'll paint my face
With the greatest of ease
Put on my best dress
For all to see

Mirror mirror I do know
I'm a beautiful mom
And a gorgeous friend
Don't need your help to make me glow 

Tim Smith
Gender Bender Contest

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Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.


By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.


In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.


In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.

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An occasional necessity

Why should everything be about rules?
Why can’t we push the envelope a little and have some fun?

Why live in a space where rules
have the ability to decide our happiness...

What about the woman that touched the hem of his garment? 
if she followed the rules she would still be ill.
What about the woman who took the oil and washed Jesus’ feet?
The disciples felt that what she was going, were against "the rules" 
but in the end she blessed the Master in the best way she possibly could…

How many of us were disillusioned by sticking to the rules?
Life should sometimes be about having fun 
not everything in life is plain and simple, 
neither are the rules that we are 
sometimes compelled to adhere to
sometimes rules are meant to be broken, 
even if it is just to make someone's day...

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Whiskey Hymn - First Part

for The Beloved, a night at Nedjima Bar (Ankara, Turkey)

… hypnosis shattered by atomic jiggling, salivation of song on your brow,
channeled chaos of body, spastic sound, tantrum of dark delight, unbuttoned vibrations                                                                                                                                                                         and stuttering thunder of slap-happy bass thumping the roots of “sweet home chicago”,
you and I beard-to-beard, the pomegranate purple of your breath singeing my whiskers with
notes insanely bent in the blush of your voodoo blood
and throbbing with “go, johnny, go”,
johnny be bad in prickly heat needling a conflagration consuming my pores,
revival of beat-howling preacher on knees of confession in harmonica valley,
drumsticks masturbating the crazy, crazed hymen of rhythm ravishing
sin and redemption in our eyes testing the high-wire between us, fluttering,
fanning the flame, tongue-flailing the invocation:
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, do you have your dancing shoes,
are you ready for some blues flames, some rock ‘n roll rantin’,
Do you like dogs?
You see, the boys in the band are going to let the dogs out,
all the dogs, all the way out and it’s going to get scorching hot in here because
hallelujah, amen and great balls of fire!”
here is your raving medicine-man
screaming joy through the microphone,
alley-catwallering yowl uprooting our chakras
along the silken storm of strings
strutting, spitting, rattling snake-eyes of resonance along “route sixty-six” curving
around our shoulders in the “t-bone shuffle” of your right shoe, my left one,
black, red, “blue suede shoes” and “well, it’s one for the money, two for the show”
neural earthquake, volcanic sermon shakin’, blessin’ and cursin’
down on “mustang sally”
“uh-huh, uh-huh
guess you better slow your Mustang down ’cause you been runnin’ all over town”
lawd, “guess I have to put your flat feet on the groun’,”
uh-huh, uh-huh
“mustang sally” docidoing with “caledonia” mocking yo’ momma, teasing yo’ daddy
and tell ‘em I’m comin’ ’cause your name’s caledonia dripping with “sweet alabama”,
sulphuric scripture, reprobate weeping sugar, third eye of beer and limbo games under my scarf
shouting, laughing, you at one end, me tracing the vale of “sad, so, sad”
’cause “I got a woman way over town”
got a, got a woman way over, way over town,

(continued in Part 2)

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Don't Try It

A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?

Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.

For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.

I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.

Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane. 
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.

Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.

Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"

Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.

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At the lake shore fishing

Flowers bend with the wind
Beauty so delicate survives
A pebble toss into the lake
Causes ripples of waves
Reflections of time
Deep in the solitude
Of the lake's waters
I cast my line and sit
At the lake's shore
Not to catch a fish
But to ponder my love
For you
A steady sun shines strong
Spiraling through the balding trees leaves
My straw hat cannot reflect
It's heat
Each bead of sweat is kissed
By the coolness of the lake's breeze
Teasing my senses
With your touch
A rude fish tugs on my line
But I decline it
Freeing the poor soul
Back into the water
And I answer myself
Gathering my gear
I walk back the dusty trail
Into an empty cabin
Full of memories.

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Queen Esther The Song

(Esther 5: 2)

(Chorus:  Part 1)

Walk In Majesty
Walk In Grace
Walk With GOD
Shining On Your Face
And You Can Walk
Thru Any Place ...

Prepare Your Steps
To Bring GOD Praise
Keep Your Stride
A Steady Pace
Walk In GOD's Ways
Thru Every Space ...

(Chorus:  Part 2)

Walk Like Queen Esther
Brave & Beautiful
Walk Like Queen Esther
Divinely Dutiful

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guard You
On The Way

... Walk Like Queen Esther ...

Walk Like Queen Esther
In Love & Trust
Walk Like Queen Esther
and Move On
If You Must ...

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guide You
Through Always

and Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther

(Main Song)

The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

There Was No Hesitation
In His Heart's Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held His Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

But Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *

so Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther

( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )

             Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/17/2013 
              by:  MoonBee Canady

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All things considered

The woman stares into the sun,
Hoping he will blind her from the fragrance of failure,

The woman stares into the sun,
Hoping she will scorch away the sound of sadness,

But the sun, laughs mockingly.
And says, “I shine, see me!”

The woman, confused looks to her life and says,
“Where is the sun, in your countenance?  For all I see is darkness”

The woman stares into the twilight sunset,
And asks, “The sun has spurned me, why?”

And the twilight smiles, “Read between the lines my daughter, for things are not so dark.”

And the woman winked at the sun and said, “Thank you for your gratitude”
And in that moment, she grabbed her life crying and said, “You’re mine!”

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I see you. 
I can bore into your soul,
making you feel smaller than ever before. 
I will be your terror! 
Chaining you to your worst fear, 

Can you hear the drums pounding loud and hard in your ears? 
That’s the fear, making your blood pound faster and faster. 
I laugh at your trust and your fear. 

You think you can take me on? 
Step up, you’re in for a ride.
Pain returned tenfold, its time you learned. 
My anger is ruthless, I have no mercy. 

Beg your useless god. 

You are beyond his merciful help, 
while I have you chained in my evil clutches. 
I rule this warped reality, 
now you will see who I really am. 
Don’t try to side step me. 

Scream and no one hears you, you’re pitiful. 
Nothing will make me relent. 
I have been pushed too far. 

I will mark you while I have you chained, 
my whip of hate will be lashed across your back. 
Feel the sting? 

I can see the blood coming to the surface of your skin, 
with every lash. 
This makes me smile, 
to see your pain. 

You will fall to your knees, begging for no more. 
You will feel me scorch you with my white hot rage. 
There is no forgiveness  in my world. 
I branded your flesh; 
you belong to none other than me.


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Goddess of Mars

Goddess of Mars and of
all things desolate

I chart desperate needs
I measure hatred

Alone in a red filled 
valley of despair

Hot winds lift and
spiral my hair

I am not there
I am the barest whisper

My talons scrape the blue
confines of heaven

while my death - filled constellations
spin fatally in frozen orbits

I am not there- nor is infiniy

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A Sinner Like God

“I have forgiven mother”
She tarries with hope
that the good woman will pray her clemency for her own sins, 
but that hour is expired; 
Gee grew a strong wit
"Mother is no longer my burden"
Jesus came from hard conscience to corroborate her lies
The WORD written in black and white:
“Us twain is now one; for this reason I depart from her”
Three moons less than time in the safety of the womb is slight

In the past mother was necessity, 
but she grew weary of the pace;
her birth city received her
The old Jewish woman was left
with stage three pressure ulcers
while the twain bender in Atlantic City
Their backsides were not masked by mother’s conformity
My mother's now defiant fingers work dutifully in another excrement, 
goat stool in her callaloo garden

Before the recession, money was tossed in all directions;
I took hold of a few green ones.
She lived to outdo her alliance, 
but high seat killed Miss. Thomas’ cat
Mother watched her outshone the Jones
The recession was never her downfall;
immorality got the better of her. 
Jesus was overlooked
“put the WORD to work,
compensate the guardian of your youth”

She had to let a nation know how well off she was
Her enemies know her silver spoon was achieved
Her splurges buried ethics, and smiles were wide as graves
She let me know in scripts:
“A new being I am now; My shine is unlike years ago”
Vanity is not here in show, but her heart remains the same
Like the Jewish elder, mother is spurned 
with bruising on her heart.

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A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."

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The Woman In The Window

                                               Can you see the woman in the window?
                                                 She basks in the glow of the moment,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
                                                 donning a princess pink gown
                                                 with a train of angel white.
                                                 Nervous tears of joy                    
                                                 stream down her vibrant face
                                                 streaking her blushing cheeks
                                                 a pallad hue of shadow blue.

                                                Can you see the woman in the window?
                                                  She bathes in the light of renewed hope
                                                  dressed in a large billowing top
                                                  with teddy bears adorning the front.
                                                  The sudden thrust of an innocent kick
                                                  forces her to clutch her swollen belly,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
                                                  and a tender smile fades to a wince
                                                  as motherhood pains begin to quicken.

                                               Can you see the woman in the window?
                                                  she soaks in the brutality of the moment
                                                  clothed in a torn cotton gown
                                                  with crimson streaks down the front
                                                  Like a doll thrown to the floor,
                                                  she lay broken against the window
                                                  her head twisted slightly askew
                                                  with finger bruises around her neck.
                                                  Her battered terror ravaged face
                                                  pressed against a cracked window pain,
                                                  like some macabre masterpiece.
                                                  Two crystal blue eyes frozen in fear 
                                                  now free from the hands of oppression
                                                  surrender a horrible unspoken truth.
                                                  Huddled next to the cold lifeless body,
                                                  a tiny teary-eyed little girl
                                                  clutches a frail banded hand,
                                                  and loudly whimpers the words:
                                                  Mommy! Please wake up! 
                                                 Have you seen a woman in the window?
                                                  Will she be there tomorrow...?

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Sentiments of A Woman

Sentiments of A Woman Everyone has sentiments, we all know that, but a woman's sentiments are sometimes hidden. She can pretend to be happy, when she is really blue. A woman's sentiments are very deep, within her heart and soul. She can hide her feelings very well. You can not tell, by looking at her - how much love, or pain she has endured. A woman has to be strong, like a super woman. She has to pretend that eveerything is alright - when it's not. She does all this for her family. At night when she lays her head on the pillow - she cries. She prays and thanks God for letting her get through one more day....
02/15/2014 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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Wishing Beyond a Dry Well

He tried to drink from a dry well
His mouth was filled with dust
He searched for her
Longed for her
Why had she gone away
Leaving him with but a memory of her sweetness
Oh how she had nourished him
Washed over him
Sustained him

He thought she was an endless source
His sustenance
Her magical waters beyond sweet 

He came to her with his wishes
He spoke them to no others
He dreamed at her edges
Peered into the depths of her
Saw the moons reflection on her surface 
He heard the echo of their tomorrows

Did he demand too much?
Drink too deeply?
Wish with too much intensity?

As he stands there
He starts to cry
Tears falling into her
Flowing like a stream
Intermingling with dust
She is filled once again
There are no words to explain
Her spring releases into his
Her well overflows
A lake appears
Her sweetness mixed with his tears
He thought she had gone away 
Now He can finally see
Joined as one truly free

She was never meant to be contained
Within well walls her heart constrained 
So now they both frolic under open air
The moon and sun horizons to share.

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To a Lover

Xanthous vipers crumble and
Copulate on pallid bursts
Of violent ash and vapid sand
Drunken blows to swollen bones
Macabre and salty, bitter and grand

While wolven maws abuse brash lips
Gluttonous passion
Simmers on pendulum hips

Thrashing crests of poignant skin
Fevered, gasping, blissful sin

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Your Mother

Your mother is a button,
she holds everything together 
Whenever you need her,
she offers her shoulder
Your mother is but an angel,
who flies across your sky, 
you always ask why
Your mother gets no sleep,
you've seen her weep,
from time to time 
She is a special woman,
Your mother is planted in your heart,
the same way a flower is planted,
in the soil
She is the glue that sticks everyone together  
After a rainy day,
Your mother is the rainbow across the sky,
everyone is amazed by her beauty,
She comes by surprise,
after you let out a cry
Your mother is a map,
She points you in the right direction,
but leaves you to figure the rest out 
The way she looks at you,
compares to no one else
Your mother is a sandwhich,
She fills you with joy,
she feeds your hunger for love,
Your mother will always be a sidewalk,
the safe path,
She is the only pathway,
you can rely on

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A Man's Point of View

A Man's Point of View

Oh woman you exist 
To feed my soul
And nourish my heart
With your full embrace

I savour the taste
Of your strawberry lips
And inhale the aroma
From your creamy skin

Oh woman you exist
To feed my eyes
And nourish my mind
With your pure wisdom

Without you my existence 
Would be cold and raw
A meal much lacking
In a full, satisfying flavour

Oh woman you exist
To feed my passion
And nourish my body
With your sweet essence

I drink deeply from the cup
You fill each day 
With your sultry smile
And sparkling eyes

Oh woman you exist
To feed my desire
And nourish my thought
With your feasts of fancy

With steady hands
You stir my spirit
And raise me up
To higher peaks

Oh woman you exist
To feed my inner child
And nourish my aching limbs
With your tender touch

My hungry thoughts
Return each night
Satiated by the warmth
Of your velvet skin

Oh woman you exist
To feed my life
And nourish my senses
With your presence

I exist to savour
All that is you

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The wonderful woman buried there

The wonderful woman buried there 
Molded me in her hands with vision’s care
Of enthusiastic pot maker’s creativity;
Ushered me in this world of cruelty
And gallant gave me her sweet breast
Of milk so my spirit was the joy’s crown;
She held me tight in her balmy bosom
So such sincere sense of security
Handed me everlasting love of purity.

The wonderful woman buried there
Gained me my identity as sturdy as a snare;
Her great feat in edification
Lent intellect to my premature years
Hence now I stay alive wholly because of her-
No human race can subsist without mother.

The wonderful woman buried there
Self-sacrificed herself on the cross’s jolt
Flaking searing tears of salt through droughts 
So I may grow to be a man neigh naughty
But a man educated deeply like her-
 When the tears fell on my countenance,
The tears did not taste of salt
But like the crack of dawn’s sun.

The wonderful woman buried there
In that sinister sepulcher, beneath the cross
The lady whose epitaph reads:

‘Herein rests lady, Dr Trusila
      PhD Social Motherhood,
A committed mother, sociable worker,
Human liberation seeker,
      The sun for her lone son….’

The wonderful woman buried there,
 The brilliant woman who gave me life
That woman who is masked there is my mother.

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I am - All Woman

~ Who am I ~

The epitome of independent ~

definition of pain ~ despair ~ heartache ~ love ~ loss ~

and undeniable strength and triumph through it all. ~

Never been perfect and don't want to be ~

Who I am is okay with me. ~

~ Who I am ~

Complicated ~ Strong Willed ~ Aggressive ~ Blunt ~

Honest ~ Open minded ~ Driven ~ Self-Motivated ~

Optimistic ~ Beautiful ~ Loving ~ Eloquent ~ 

Poetic ~ and Free...

~ I am All Woman ~

open your eyes, mind, and heart ~

Only then will you see ~

All this woman ~

all of me...


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The Desert Queen

She lays there stark naked
writhing and moaning on the hot sand
like a sensuous woman in heat,
Her golden tresses weave through the desert
as far north as the eyes can see,
waving like sheik's silken tent in the wind.
A little down south lie an oasis --
cool, moist, well-lined with palm trees,
And a wellspring of fresh, bubbly water
to quench the thirst of weary wayfarers!

~Abdul Malik
~"In the Desert"

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A Love Letter

A love letter,
so full of words,
so full of beauty.

A love letter,
me reading alone on a park bench,
while I form tears in my dry eyes.

A love letter,
which takes me to a place,
of peace and brings joy to me.

A love letter,
that has no boundaries,
that shows a stranger's true feelings.

A love letter,
taken words put together,
to read a poem of glorious beauty.

A love letter,
that shows that someone loves you,
and it brings a smile on my face.

I go on home,
sit at my desk,
look at the sweet love letter
marked with a red kiss.

A named penned in curseve,
The "I" is dotted with a heart,
makes my heart leap from the chest.

I sit there,
light a cigarette and stare at an empty page
from a lonesome notebook.

I pick up my pen,
and I transfer all my emotions onto the paper,
to create love and art to show my love in return.

Then I shall go to a simple, but beautiful garden
and pick two roses that have already picked themselves,
and take them to the creator of this love letter.

A love letter,
so strong with words put together,
expressing true emotion.

A love letter,
so strong in its own world,
it brings strangers together and makes them love forever.

A love letter,
so sweet and so divine,
that any man prays for a love letter to appear on his doorstep.

A love letter,
beauty and harmony,
that brings people closer togther.

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I Have Been Her Kind

"haunting the black air, braver at night.......
...lonely thing, twelve fingered, out of mind......
.....I have been her kind."
Anne Sexton

I Have Been Her Kind

I float above....
a cloud, unto myself
my heart a stone experiment
A woman slightly bent

My shapely legs
beneath a dowdy skirt
My sensual lips
turned down with hurt
Leaf brown to love
A woman not defined

An all renouncing mind
Where trust has flown
on dark befuddled wings
A woman, prey to death

 I have been her kind

 Suzanne Delaney

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I lay my tender heart

I lay my tender heart at your feet
and my soul and very being I surrender
My desire and quest
to fill your heart with joy
and summer
by the sweetest of emotion and affection.

To stand by you
to provide and protect you
a bond so strong nothing can tare it apart
until death do us part
and later
we meet once more
in a much better place
once again

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.

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Strong Women

A strong woman encompasses a certain vehemence for passion.
This type of desire is extremely mind-boggling and powerful.
This type of women is impossible to forget.

A passionate and incredibly        “Strong”        woman will leave him breathless
Many feeble and delicate           “Women”      try to please their man
They try their best to                “Make”          him feel the zeal, the craze, the lust
But a strong and                      “Amazing”       woman is what he really desires
For these types of                    “Lovers”          leave their man begging for more

By:  Natalie The Rogue Rhymer
For:  Harry’s Middle of the Road Contest

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I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.

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Unspoken Love

She saved herself from pick up lines though she looked vulnerable
She's sooo lovable her heart definition could ruin my poetic abilities 
You cannot put a price on her she's not billable
If only her lips where adjustable my soft poetry would define her inabilities and weaknesses for the mute to scream happily ever after  
She's untouchable i O you an explanation
Her tears tattoo broken spirits uploaded on instagram
She's no twitter baby though followers invite themselves its unbelievable
I could throw nice verses in our conversation but i'm afraid i'm love blind 

I'll tell you more about her if you ask me....ask me nice

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I'll Stand For You

I am standing for the woman that is too weak to stand,
A string of abuse she has suffered all her life long. 
She believes she is on her own no one to support her
So I will be her strength and support, her verbal backbone.

Let me then tell you Mr. Abuser, I will not stand aside,
While you tear down the walls of the weak and feeble.
In your face I’ll stand, with my shoulders squared fast,
Been there, stepped up, overcame, so that is my armor.

Now that’s not where I’ll leave it, more needs to be done
For the woman that is weak and feeble in self esteem.
A rescue is not the wherewithal, there has to be a goal
For her to strive unto, on the road she'll walk to being whole.

Encourage her to use her past of pain, to build
A better self for her future and make her fears
Be the rock on which she stands, to reach higher
Above the murk of abuse and self-mutilation. 


For Debbie's contest:  Stand

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Ever watch the man pull into wheelchair parking, 
get out of his car and walk into a store.
Ever watch an obese woman eating at a buffet 
and you think there is just no excuse,
Ever see a teenager with piercings standing in a store, 
you quickly move to another aisle.
Ever stand in line for a cashier and tap your feet 
while the elderly woman counts out her change.
Ever look at the woman wearing a hijab 
and think she is different and cannot be trusted.
Ever want to sit down on the bus 
but some young whipper-snapper does not give up their seat.
Ever consider that you may be prejudice 
and need to carefully examine why you feel that way.
Consider this;
The man in wheelchair parking has heart disease
and cannot walk long distances without developing angina.
The obese woman gained weight when she developed arthritis
and is no longer able to work-out as she had when she was well.
The teenager is kind and thoughtful and was about to ask you 
if you need help in reaching an item on the shelf,
The elderly woman worked hard all her life and is just trying to make
the cashier’s life easier by giving her the exact change.
The woman wearing the hijab is a kind and caring person 
who is about to become your physician,
The young whipper-snapper on the bus has just been diagnosed 
with cancer and is too weak to stand for the ride,
Ever think that you are making judgement 
without knowledge or the full facts.
No more prejudice, 

Written September 9, 2012
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest

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What did I do to deserve this

What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.


Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!

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To the lion-haired girls

I want to tell you
to keep your curls
but the allure of it
will find you one day.
You will spend hours
just to run your fingers
down the length of it,
and when you gaze in the mirror
you will see you,
but a different you,
You will put on red lipstick,
and the lowest cut blouse you have,
push up your breasts
as the strands waterfall down.
You'll pucker your lips,
just a little more,
sway your hips,
just a little more
and the men will say,
you're so beautiful,
I prefer you this way.
I want to tell you
to keep your curls.
They are wild,
full of truth.

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The Perfect Woman

                                                    A woman may called perfect
                                                 Not on the clothes she collected
                                              Nor a beautiful face she possessed 
                                   And a body to die for but an attitude of an angel
                                         A woman of goodwill and show greatness 
                                         Whom others adorned and to be proud of
                               A perfect woman is a symbol of courage and strength 
                                  It’s how she coped up with all the struggles in life
                             A friend, a sister, and a daughter with imperfect qualities
               But make it perfect by sharing happy moments to the people around her

February 10, 2013

For Pd's Any poem #15
6th Place Winner

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Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.

Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for 
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and 
and show her the path that leads back to 

Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through 
my window
and I want to hear the birds sing love 
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet 
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious 
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.


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# Poetry: "you see her cry you think she is weak,
 You see her smile you think she is easy, 
You see her laugh you think its heavenly....
But what you don’t see is a million trials suffered hidden in that smile, 
Million faces she made happy with that laugh 
And a million tears shed with the very same eyes...
Well she is a woman build to love, cry and shelter,
 A million trials can never stop her from loving again, 
Never stop her from laughing again coz life is just a test of faith a test of serenity,
 You can never know what is going to happen next but whatever happens is hidden in her smile.
 Hidden beyond those beautiful big eyes of hers. 
She cries coz she has courage, her tears can form a river of despair 
But comes back as an ocean of love and more strength. 
She is a woman phenomenally made....
So don’t underestimate her, Know her, Cherish her, adore her, respect her 
And she will show you what’s hidden in her Bosom,
Secrets that only the worthy and patient can be privileged enough to explore.........????"

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The Black Sea

Drowning in her black sea of waves
tumbling down her waterfall of black curls
Docking my ship on her serene waters
unloading my cargo of thoughts and ideas
diving into the depths of her psyche 
swimming in the 
Ocean of her essences that is woman
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown 

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A naked woman

She was walking naked
On the river bank
And in her hand holds the revenge dagger for honor
Ah! If she knows
How this dagger screams?
In her pregnant hand with ignominy
But what is the avail of that?
Dagger stays a dagger
Dagger is the color of blood
In her handgrip
Becomes a rose
Dagger becomes a greater saint

My lady
Don’t care

Life is naked trees
And naked mountains
And naked tears
And naked hearts
In a naked night
But are there dumb eyes?
Are there blind feelings?
Are there deaf birds?
And is there an Honorable dagger?
Revenge for a prostitute devil

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Dear Diary,
It's eleventh day of June, I'm about to celebrate my 18th birthday.
But this morning, I don't wanna go out and face the world.
I'm tired, my Dear Diary... I don't have enough strength to tell them my secrets.
It's you and I who only knew this thing, even mom's not aware of it!
I'm afraid that they may not understand, that they may be wrath or hurt me.
You knew, it's been six years now that we everyday talk about it.
And you're the only one that help me breathe when I suffocate.
Six years of unstoppable nightmare, I still recall.
It was 10:00 PM and mom has gone for a party.
Uncle Joe was left to look after the kids and me.
I woke up when I felt the wind passing through my window.
It's a cold dark night, I tried to shield myself in a blanket.
When suddenly an image of a guy entered in my room.
I closed my eyes so tight,then told myself it's a monster from the dark!
But his footsteps moved towards my bed,until a big hand grabbed my mouth.
I grasp the air then try to shout, aloud but he punched me out.
That was so hurt and caused me weak, until I surrendered to his wrist.
Though weak and helpless I felt the pain...
The deep penetration of his thorn to my flesh.
I was left broken into pieces at my very young age.
The most painful moment when someone broke my life.
A night I couldn't forget 'til today that I've grown.
And this evening, I'll be a princess in  a rose pink gown,
The crowd will sure awe while they watch me dance.
I hope I can have the courage to refuse the last hand.
The hand of my step dad who will be my last dance.
I hope I can tell the world that this guy ruined my life.
That he must pay for killing my flesh every night that mom is out!
But today, It's just you and me,  my Dear Diary.
Who knew all the secrets and the faith that I achieved.

written: May 12,2014
Entry to: Anne Currin's Dear Diary Poetry Contest

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Perfect Woman

What makes a woman perfect?
Is it the shape of her hips?
The color of her eyes?
Her alluring smile?
I think perfection lies in another's eyes
The one who sees the invisible
The essence beyond the physical 
Words spoken, subtle movements
Stories revealed, dreams being lived
Private laughter, not so hidden passion
Mind body connection, experiential perfection. 

See above for entry to the Perfect Woman Contest.
I had more to say so I could not stop at 12 lines.

Being seen, understood
Feeling beautiful
Total surrender
Each woman perfect in her imperfection
Confident or shy the apple of someone's eye
I have a special gift
I see perfect women all around
Not one is the same
Each one unique
So many fail to see
The potential of them
The perfection within
If only they could see
Please look through my eyes
Please see what I see

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Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love

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SYCOPHANCY Miss Sweet, a fine lady’s nickname, was a healthy woman. Miss Sweet was God sent. Ortha Mae was her daughter. She was refinement to her mother. Miss Sweet loved gospel music. Miss Sweet was a beautiful individual. Miss Sweet was always nice and real. Her obesity told about her sweet tooth. The proof is that she always had a cake baked for us after school. She stood about five-nine. She wore her black dresses most of the time. She was well rounded. Miss Sweet… __________________________________________/ Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper Contest Name: Three-Stanza Suite Form: Stanza 1 – Five lines non-rhyme Stanza 2 – 1 line Stanza 3 – 8 lines rhymed Date of Entry: March 31, 2014 Date Written: March 31, 2014

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Miss Ladybug

Wearing your red pock-a-dot dress
Miss Ladybug, you look divine,
it is beautiful today, the sun is out.

Go now, Miss Ladybug,
flutter your wings,
buzz away from me.

Go now, fly Miss Ladybug.
Point me in the direction of love,
see you flying North.

May I say, Miss Ladybug,
that you look divine,
and beautiful as ever.

I walk North,
I follow you Miss Ladybug,
point me to her.

You flutter over to a beautiul girl,
five foot, seven.
Nice pick Miss Ladybug.

I walk over to the girl,
She is beautiful,
long hair, jet black, flowing.

Miss Ladybug thank you,
now fly away,
I shall need you for another day.

Take me away now, baby
show me something new,
take me away from the few.

And Miss Ladybug,
there she went off into the sunset,
with her red pock-a-dot dress
flowing in the breeze, alone.

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My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.

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Converse Shoes

I am stubborn and undeniably clumsy
My life's not perfect,it's kinda messy
My hair is curly,I have no comb
I wear no make up,don't get me wrong
I am not a bad girl,just not the typical one
I can laugh like an idiot or sometimes like a moron
I am not girly,I have my own style
I don't know what to call it but it may take a long while___
To find a word that would truly describe me
Most people just see me as 'happy go lucky'
At times I can be very fashionable and chic
But more often than not my fashion sense can be very tragic
I can wear flat shoes,sandals and high heels
But my Converse shoes says best of what I truly feel
My civil status says I am single and 28
And I do not care of what society dictates
On how a woman at my age should dress and act
On what a woman at my age is suppose to expect
I am a free soul and that's what matters to me
And I do not care if you hate my philosophy.

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My Grandfathers Dying Wish

See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t last long
Now let me tell you 
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I’m finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it’s cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it’s elegant style
These words were printed on the cover “Blanco Vendetta”
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says “My first Mil Besos”
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says “The story of an Apache Warrior”
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don’t care how but I’m gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love “Amor”
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I’m like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It’s the Last page
It says To: “Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army”
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver 
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love 
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention 
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat

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Earthbound Angel - 1

Earthbound Angels (1)

You know her,
or perhaps 
someone like her,
getting by
day to day
no wings
her to fly

says many,
but to family
her attributes
are plenty;
a kind nature
wearing a smile
for all

She carries
her heart
on the sleeve
of her words
giving freely…
a glimpse
into a love
filled soul

© Debra Squyres 2013

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Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....

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A naked woman

She was walking naked
On the river bank
And in her hand holds the revenge dagger for honor
Ah! If she knows
How this dagger screams?
In her pregnant hand with ignominy
But what is the avail of that?
Dagger stays a dagger
Dagger is the color of blood
In her handgrip
Becomes a rose
Dagger becomes a greater saint

My lady
Don’t care

Life is naked trees
And naked mountains
And naked tears
And naked hearts
In a naked night
But are there dumb eyes?
Are there blind feelings?
Are there deaf birds?
And is there an Honorable dagger?
Revenge for a prostitute devil

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Between soul and body

Why you seem sad?
How is for this moon to sadden?
Why pearls pour down from your eyes?
As the raindrops
What is the secret?
What is the matter?
What is the avail of sadness?
And we are hanging in ropes of the sin
And between rope and gallows
An orphan friendship
And between me and you
A new world
Between my eyelash and tears
Painful memories
My lady!
Between city and city
Long distances
Thousand barriers
Thousand souls immigrating
Thousand temples
Thousand priests
Thousand knights
Thousand nights
Thousand devils
And between heart and heart
Farness and yearning
Thousand mercies
Thousand pulses
Thousand love
Thousand addresses
Thousand words
Thousand lies
Thousand candles
And between eye and eye
Hidden Language and dialogues
Thousand tears
Thousand roses
Thousand tones
Thousand winks
Thousand whispers
Thousand touches
Thousand kisses
But between soul and body
One life.............One life.....

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The Woman Named Fire

The Woman Named Fire

The eternal woman named Fire
Eternal but not immortal
Her life remains a fragile gift
Given by God yet owned by man
Her brightness fills the dark sky
Red, yellow, blue and all colors in between
Her skin evokes romance and fear
The pit is her prison
Struggling to be free she fights a futile fight
She is held captive by remaining embers
Her fingers reach to the skies
Grabbing the air as it rushes up
Hoping to be pulled away from her torture
Rebellion fills the air with sparks and smoke
Parts of her soul being ripped away
Her pain makes her bigger and stronger as she fights
The more she fights
The more of herself is ripped away
But with all the pain
All the torture she never gives up
In the end her spirit is wasted
Destroyed by her efforts
Her body lies as a pile of graying charcoal
Her soul is just the last few whiffs of smoke
Her hopes are the last few burning embers
But alas the woman named Fire is dead
And nothing remains

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History-making Victory

She was agonizingly close
To winning the race when
Things started going haywire
They really played games on her
Some said her game was up
Many had written her off
Others said she was history

But they had to swallow their
Spoken-too soon convictions
She turned the tables on 
Those sticky things and at the
End hers was not only history
But also a simple sweet victory

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Temptress- A Collab with PC

You tempt me
As I sense your presence by my side
The whisper of your flowing silken dress
A whiff of fragrant jasmine scent.
You tempt me
With each flicker of your doe-brown eyes
Shadowed in lilac hues and full dark lashes
A smile, partly concealed on pouting lips.
You tempt me
With curvaceous waves of long black hair 
Cascading by glowing peach-rose cheeks  
Rising, falling on your breast with every breath. 
You tempt me
As you stand against the evening light
The Aphrodite of my dreams and fantasies
Seductive, alluring and desirable.
I temp you 
As gently I pull back my straying hair 
Nestled on the fullness of my breast
Exposing what your famished eyes are feasting on.
I tempt you
In silent expectation my body glows 
With purpose of fulfilment I slowly make my way to you
My haloed shadow dances on your rigid form.
I tempt you
Breathless, you lean against the wall
My desires surging at this sign of weakness
Within inches of your body, I languidly pause.
I tempt you
Sensuously, at satin ribbons my fingers pull 
Until my struggling gown hesitantly quivers 
Before it glides and gathers at my feet.
I tempt you
Grounded by wanton cravings, I look you in the eyes
I simply smoulder there within your reach 
The final vestige of abstinence still lingers in the air.
I tempt you
Then I lean in, my breath is warm upon your check 
Against your heaving chest my breasts now brush 
I breathe and whisper softly “Come to me.”
I tempt you
Inveigled in this rare moment, my heart bursts 
As you crush my body tightly against yours
You taste the temptress kiss that frees your needs.
I tempt you
For my heart has long been tempted
By strong unquenched desires 
For you.

A collaboration between Paul Callus and Appassionata (Paul's name for me)

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You Should Never Charge A Poor Woman

You should never charge a poor woman for the price of her soul
for she may go to a five and dime and buy spirits over it
she can't pay for her soul and spirits both
she steals spirits and loses her soul as an unrepentant sinner
Then she gets busted as she gets caught, losing her soul and spirits both
you should never charge a poor woman for the price of her soul

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A woman's love

A bullet to the chest/ ain't nearly as hard
As a woman who deals with a broken heart
You see they both leave scars/ but only one can be seen
The other stays hidden behind lost hope and dreams

So before you go hurting a woman/ remember the golden rule
Never go treating her like she's some kind of fool
Show her love and respect/ throw your pride out the door
She'll always be the one that you're yearning for

But if you ever have to hurt a woman/ You'll most likely leave a scar
And one would think that they wouldn't get very far
But while a womans heart may hurt/ enough to make a man give up
That woman will be the strongest around, all thanks to her love.

Dedicated to all the women that put up with us bone-headed men:)

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The Monkey And The Woman

The Monkey And The Woman 

The monkey and the woman 
Smoke swirling, 
out of burnt nostrils. 
Clouds exhaled, 
out of female lungs. 
Looks(better than a poodle). 
Not young or old not bad. 
Between drinks,carrying a purse. 
Walking to her next rendevous. 
The woman of Flagstaff, 
dismissed the monkey. 
No love for you. 
But no way am I sad. 
The part I am missing, 
is still somewhere in my future. 

Charles Robert Hice 

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice 

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Looking for Love

When I saw you
with my sister
  my heart froze
  I ran

But you followed
begging to come home-- 
sought me--
        this woman you wronged
         the woman humiliated
         the woman shamed
by your flagrant dalliance
       the last of many--
You faced the wrong direction
        your compass spun
         your North was lost.

When you sought
Feminine and charitable
Forgiveness laced with softness of a feather
And the flick
Of a fragile wrist
Madness had crept into your blood.

Seeking my forgiveness
was the seeking
of my sharpened friend
Seeking in my direction
You found
The bloody taste
Of my last kiss.

No woman has ever
Killed her 
So tenderly
and so well.

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There She Goes

There she goes,
a mile away from me already,
so fast to leave such a good man,
that showed her the world
and all its wonders.
Such a man as I,
does not need so much stress,
does not deserve such heartbreak.
I am a man who deserves smiles,
not heartbreak and pain.
To feel my heart race faster and faster
I lay at home with a smile
as God comes down to me,
shall I take his message and I shall dress
in such silk and cotton
and dance with the sun, moon and stars,
wait for a new woman,
steady paced woman she will come my way,
and take me by the hand,
like a fish to the bait onto the hook
up higher and higher she goes
into my net.
There she goes higher and higher,
farther and farther,
a mile further.
Love is strange,
just keep on smiling.

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Side By Side

Oh it's a beautiful night!
The moon is full
And the stars are glowing
While the trees, with Earth's cool summer breeze
Start slowly blowing...

A campfire's flames are burning so bright
While a young couple holds each other tight
Warming their hearts, as these two lovers embrace
Traveling together, through time and space
Oh how tonight, with their love, they won't hide
Two lovers forever, Side By Side

Under the stars, both of them lay
They've been together, happy, all night and all day
Holding each other, a sweet caress
While green grass stains her pretty white dress
But no words, to each other, do they say
Happy just sitting Side By Side, knowing no other way

Gazing up at the stars
Breathing in the night
Them together with nature
A beautiful sight

All the years they've both struggled
And how they cried 
Has led them here tonight
It matters not now
As they'll lie here forever, Side By Side

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The perfect Woman

can't resist but it's me .. just joking lol

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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

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My First Love Experience

It was in the early days of our lives
We met
She was so beautiful 
My eyes could not stop admiring
My heart kept racing 
Every time it sensed
her good-looking approaching
But we were too young 
To give full meaning 
To the love language

Years passed
Time kept flying
We lost contact 
But the memory of our past
We lugged with us

Someway, somehow,
Fate found us
And brought us together

We have now grown 
So big and sweet
We both glitter
At each other’s presence
We were ready to do a recap 
of where we left off

We laughed and joked about our past
We talked about our hey days at the National Theatre
We remembered the beautiful past that reflects our true self
We both haven’t changed after all

At that moment my heart spoke 
The love language again
I knew I was in love with her
It wasn’t today
It started from when we were kids

Man must gather confidence
And speak out his feelings

Thoughts of what she would say;

Don’t laugh at me,
We all do it sometimes

We were sweet friends
But now, I want to take 
The friendship a step further

My heart in full swing 
Of abnormal beating,
It beat faster
It spoke two different languages
Say it; and keep it
Don’t know which of these to believe 
I was shy
I was afraid
I was confused
I was happy
I was sad
I felt insane

There she was,
Standing in front me
In their house 
Beaming with smiles

Nii, she said tenderly,
‘I thought you said you had something to tell me,
Come on, I can’t wait any longer
My ears are itching’

My heart just jumped out
And now I want to escape from her presence
I wish I could vanish into thin air

Stop laughing at me
I’m not mouth lazy

I was just afraid of the outcome 
What if she said NO?
What if I lose her as a friend?
What if she vanishes into thin air?

And the what if’s continued …

Once in a man’s life time
He must draw together courage
To speak out his feelings

After all, I would not have violated any law
For telling a sweet scented woman 
Gorgeous, attractive and stunning 
About what I feel for her
So my nerves were clamed

This was how I started…

Esther, I mean, Naa Adjeley

The confusion has started

Errrmmm, you see,

Still didn’t know what to say

Hmmm, hope you are doing great?

Still confused…

‘I guess your brother, Thomas,
Is doing fine?’

She stared at me intently 
The smiles on her face kept 
My hopes alive 
And my heart awake 
I knew she was expecting 
Something more than making those comical remarks

It’s was now time to speak

Naa Adjeley, I travelled from Cape Coast 
To Accra to come see you
To tell you I miss you
and errmmm…

Please let it out
The small voice inside me whispered

I left campus to Accra just to let you know that

She laughed aloud and said
‘’are you serious!’’

‘Oh! Yes I am’
I said confidently,

Her face suddenly darkened
The smiles misplaced 
I wanted to fade away from her presence
After all I’ve let my feelings out
That was what mattered to me
But I did not have that special magic

How long have you felt this way towards me?
The next question to answer
‘When we were kids,
But it was revamped quite recently’
I replied

I could see the confusion on her face
She needed some more time 
To think things through
I was excited let it out
But she was confused

Days passed,
I went back to school,
We enjoyed chit chatting on the phone
But the answer to my request was still hanging

She mentioned in one of our conversations
She might be travelling
But didn’t say when
She was a nursing student
I was a tourism student
The beauty of having a friend 
You know and love
kept my mind awake in school

School was on recess
I arrived in Accra
Left my things unpacked
Borrowed money from my old girl
Picked a cab to Banana Inn
To see the woman 
That has taken my heart hostage

I kept bagging at their gate
Agoo! agoo! agooo! 

Waiting in anticipation to see
Her fine looking face
And present her with my first gift
Her brother, Thomas opened up

‘Hey! Where have you been?
It’s been a while’
Was the first question 
He asked

The only interest I had was to see her face
I wanted to see the woman 
That makes my heart beat
She was all I cared about

Where is Naa Adjeley?
I enquired from Thomas

I saw the shock on his face
My breathe was not catching up 
with me properly
I knew something was wrong

‘Where is she’,
I asked again
‘Didn’t she tell you
She was travelling?’
My face dropped dead at once
I felt a sharp heart ache
I almost fainted

She left for the U.K
Without even saying bye bye
Was that why, she didn’t give any reply
to my proposal?
Why did she keep my heart awake?

I left her house, depressed
Her gift was a bonus for the cab driver
My face drenched in pool of tears

I know it hurts
But I felt more relieved


My feelings had been made lucid to her
I now walk with my chest out
Ready to move on
Ready to open myself up to happiness

I still remember
Her looks
Her smiles
Her beauty
Her mannerism

My first love story
The one I have kept furtive
Over the years

Naa Adjeley
My old time love.

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'Star' of the Show

The star of the show dances around, the black carpeted stage,
Surrounding her as she,
Closes her eyes and moves with such agile steps, 
It makes the other stars stare in awe. 
The lights dim out as she smiles such a white smile, 
it practically sparkles through the dark. 
Her white dress flows behind her as she lifts a leg, then 
Twirls on her leg, defying the physical law. 

The woman, Halley is her name? Such a beautiful name for her, 
A young maiden with such talent, 
As she orbits the stage, twirling and leaping in the air with such speed, 
Light years would be put to shame. 
She doesn’t need any lights, she’s already bright enough, 
Her skin shining brighter than any light, 
But as she dances the night away, this star of the show, 
Didn’t want the money, showing her face was her only aim. 

But this woman isn’t really a star, is she? 
The people watching aren’t really stars, are they? 
Even the stage isn’t a stage at all! 
If you’re just realizing it, this poem may seem a little mad to you. 
Think about the real night sky,
The “stars” that sit there in the black “stage”, watching the real show. 
Halley’s comet, though it was a short show that passed by,
She just wanted to be noticed as her body passed through. 

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Devouring Carnal Desires

Lifeless, I lie here
On the bed of lust
Under the beefy quilt 
of mounting shame
With oozing hurt
And fading flame
To feed your lechery
with drops of salaciousness
Behind the closed doors
of raging prurience
As the rays of sun melt
In the heart of burning sky
I lay self down in gloom
And crouch down at your sight
As I bow, you drag me down
To feed your hungry soul
With the tender flesh
Of my puerile charm
And strangled glow
when the moon shines
Over the dying remains
Of my ebbing mind

My interpretation of the portrait named 'Sleeping Child'

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Traumatic Memories

You should feel ashamed.
What are you an idiot?
The woman is standing there with a baby crying in her arms.
The train is starting and stopping, rapid, erratic, uncaring.
Get the hell up and give this woman your seat!
God, you'd think that Tufts education would give you even a shred of common sense.

You should feel ashamed.
He is your blood.
You don't turn your back on him.
No matter what he says to you, take it lying down.
Like a doormat with too many footprints,
he'd stomp you into the ground so flat you'd barely qualify as human.

You should feel ashamed.
I am your elder and caretaker.
How DARE you be fresh with me!
There, now your shame is made manifest
in a handprint across your cheek.
Do not misbehave.

You should feel ashamed.
A sinful heartless monster.
She was just a little girl .  (i was just a little boy)
All for gratification.
God you make me sick.


(ok ok i get it.
 but i don't think i should feel ashamed.
 because shame is misdirected anger,
 and anger is another name for fear,
 none of which are even remotely loving)

(so i'll tell you what we're gonna do...
 you can all feel ashamed on my behalf.
 you carry the overwhelming guilt, the recorded evidence...
 i am a sinful heartless monster)

(just keep repeating that to yourselves over and over again,
 and leave me the hell alone.
 i'll be outside on a long overdue leisurely stroll.
 believe me, i could use a breath of fresh air)

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                    WHY I AM ME?

      I am me because a change in personality 
would cause a disturbance.
      I am me to conquer the universe.
The world is in turmoil 
      but happiness is for us to ignite.
I did not choose a simple life.

     The creatures of the earth are not at all salient.
The noise that forms states violence.
     We are not those creatures.
We are people individually set and expressive.
     We live as a brittle branch ready to break in the storm.
Never do we fail to overcome when life 
     before us touches our arms with a rub.

Walk up right not on all fours.
      Your back is strong.
You know the world can be cruel.
      Don’t deny that times are hard.
Know with a rightful mind 
      you will be justly rewarded.

Why am I ME?
      Because I refuse to be you…
I am not stating that similarity cannot exist.
      I am just ME in any relationship 
even when I lack what you have.

      In all said, I am 
integrity and self-esteem.
      Let us embrace 
as women in solidarity.

      The creatures of earth 
are not at all silent.

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African sister

Crisp brown,
Delicately soft,
Rare, brown-skinned feminine being,
A Goddess you are.
The dust from which your highness was molded from must have been kissed by the sun.
Vividly shedding light on the unexplainable uncanny of those deep, hazel, enticing eyes.
Hello there moon child,
The brightness of your glow inherited from a thousand moons,
That smile, a derivative of light that brings warmth to a broken soul,
Forever competing with jealous rays shone by dear sun.
African sister,
How does one dare to be so complete.

Whenever you let sound escape from those thirst quenching lips,
You infinitely caress eardrums,
Turning noise into a harmonizing melody,
And with those dune like, overly feminine breasts,
You have heads turning for days on end.
Don't get me started on those curves, those crests,
Those curves and crests embellish that African round figure,
Sticks and stones may break the bones of those with no meat around the waist.
So dear, allow my eyes to feast on that full, firm, figure,
That figure connected to the hips and rear of a realistically authentic women.
African sister,
You know what you are,
Complete is what you are.
All trifle and inadequate descriptions of your beauty, all pose as clichéd understatements.
For words come and go, but your beauty remains confusingly indescribable,
The blind need not see but merely sense and feel with hands of the soul,
As it is true and quite frankly unequivocal the birth place of your beauty,
Along side splendor and perfection.
African sister,
Your destiny anticipated to be known,
Known to complete man kind.

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Woo is Frying!

The woman with red rose vine

up her thighs and thine

showed me the way

and invited tryin,

did she wear rose perfume,too?

did I ask

she coyly husked umm yeah

Lol !it all depends what mood I'm in
I suppose, and there is no strict time code 
well  I must make yours....for sure.......
that vine is dancing in front of my eyes..

like an invite..
but I do make such moods 

about at leisure and later
I'm afraid I can't because I'm spoken 

she battered

persisted me
For  eloquently is 

so the vine sways in winds that move against me......
lol !..hahahahahaha..reply backie..soon.......
 Now I am gonna just look at that vine 
and move away for like...

hard and good......... 
thanks is all I can say 
as I watch that vine sway away..
with my heart in wine..

I do whine..
and yeah do that do I 
now and by and by
don't ya get me wrong..
I am practicing wooing......
if you were unspoken for 
how would ya find that.....

honey......fingers in pie..yeah 
you say friend you can be and I say
friends I have many 
but one who will be lover
as well as caring nanny........
and frightfully hot fanny.....

I have none
They have many..they say choose any..
but god knows why I dote ya and ya alone..
the woman with vine and wine..........
Alas! you are not my sunshine......boohoo crying
helluva lotta......woo is frying!




she had her fingers in the pie!

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You can see her sweet smile everyday.

Her eyes that glimmers,

Her hair that swaying.

Her unbeatable strength,

The courage that she takes.

She always give a warm greetings,

to every dearest friends.

The world is keep on turning,

When she begun to sing.

She is the best pretender,

The l'il tigress from within.

Who would even notice,

Behind her a shadow of pain.

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An Eternity

To speak of an eternity is to visualize your heart, one clear as a window -
Meant only for me to glance into
To come alive in your arms of serenity is to breathe warmth into my soul
Some wait a lifetime to feel the joys we shared together
And I am filled with gratitude in waves from the heavens above 
Silvery bells of music chime a sweet tune 
As water is to rocks, a partnership of comfort rushing to its destiny 
Man needs woman where they bond in the richness of giving 
Woman invites man in a passionate moment but it endures years of devotion 
Loves blazing jewels, a treasure to who keeps and cares for it 
The crystal throne clustered in the eyes of a lover’s journey
Trembling free on an oasis of a faithful trip to integrity 
Echo the gifts wondrous and pure of a man to woman matched from God
Love is for an eternity 

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Becoming a woman means taking the back seat sometimes . . . 
being a woman is realising this and overcoming it, 

Becoming a woman is learning your culture and its values . . . 
being a woman is honing and embracing it,

Becoming a woman means understanding your core values . . . 
being a woman means defining and defending it

Becoming a woman changes you, sometimes too much . . .
being a woman means identifying and resisting it

Becoming a woman introduces you to a whole new world . . .
being a woman means leaving the bad and embracing the good

Becoming a woman means gaining a new body . . . 
being a woman is loving and dealing with it

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All Alone

There she sat, all alone.
I was nervous, I was kind,
I built up my courage, I built up my faith.
She looked good,
Her hair was curly and was flowing
she had a loud smile,
reading Kafka, she was sweet,
and I took a deep breathe,
and drowned in her beauty.
I finally stood up and started walking over,
till a man sat down next to her.
"Hey baby!"
"Hi, Honey!"
Those couple words were exchanged
and sealed with a single, wet kiss.
I went back to my seat,
and sat all quiet.
I wrote this poem,
all alone.


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''A good deed is rewarded with an evil one'',
Said the snake ready to bite the poor fox
That had just set the snake free 
moving the boulder from his hole.
''This is not true'' she replied
With a fear in her eyes
''I am ready to show you why''.
So the poor, yet sly fox took the snake for a ride
To show him that good can dominate over evil.
They passed together mountains of snow
Along with seas of gold.
In the middle of their course
They met a white, beautiful horse
With eyes dry, sitting lonely on a field.
''What are you doing all alone''? The fox asked.
The horse turned lazily his white head and said:
''After ten years of devotion to my master,
After ten years of love, he left me here
Alone and hungry to die forgotten from all''.
''See? The snake smiled,'' evil is stronger than any good, I have to bite you''.
''No'', said the fox, ''I know the world and that is not true, come with me,
I'll show you''.
They passed green fields of storm, deserts of thirst
Until they came across a fat cow.
''Hello'' waved the fox. ''I want to ask you something. 
Do you think that a good deed is rewarded with an evil one''?
''Of course'', said the cow. ''I always offer my milk to families, to children.
But now, that I am old, I can't give them anymore.
So, they are ready to kill me and eat my meat''.
''I hope that by now you know that good is nothing in front of evil''.
Said the snake and his tongue of poison slipped away from his mouth.
''Give me one last chance to prove you that you are wrong'', 
The fox sadly replied. 
They passed cities of red lights, roads of distance.
Suddenly, they see a hungry man with cloths torn
Running to steal a woman's purse. The man was thin and weak
As he could not keep balance he falls in front of the woman's legs.
The woman sees him and with compassion says:
''How many days are you foodless my poor man? Come, take some money
To eat and buy new clothes''. 
He takes the money with his trembling hand, the woman sheds a tear and leaves.
''You see?'' said the fox, ''a good deed can change any evil intention''.
She didn't finish her words and the man stands up on his feet, 
Runs towards the woman and grasps her purse with a violent move,
Dropping the terrified woman on the road.
The fox watches frustrated and disappointed. Turns to the snake and says:
''What a world! Just bite me''.

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An Unfinished Story

Step by step,
hand in hand,
I was always there for you.
Ups and downs,
lost and found,
I was always there for you.

Even though you never believed in us before,
and you chose the most hurtful way to slam the door,
I was always there for you.

You moved on quickly, never looked behind,
even though I smile today, it still hurts when I rewind.
Through happiness and pain,
every loss and every gain,
I have always been there for you.

The question still exists, the question about us,
my beautiful dreams went up in dust.

Now that you are here in front of me,
it brings back a rush of old memories.
You say hello, you said goodbye before,
I still believe that we could have had so much more.

Step by step,
hand in hand,
I will always be there for you.
through lows and highs,
till the day I die,
I will always be there for you.

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Woman who are you?
I am a priceless treasure
That cannot be brought, bribe or used
I am created in my father’s image
I am God’s most prize possession
When God looks at me
He see’s himself 
I am Gem
I am worth millions
I am beautiful
I am unique
I am rare
Out of all God’s creatures 
I am special.
Woman, who are you?
I am God’s child
I am loved
I am worthy to be kept
I am worthy to be held
In my father’s house
There is no other treasure like me
I am stunning
I am gorgeous
I am enough
When my father made me
He made me strong
Wise, capable, kind and responsible
In my hands he gave me the power to change the world
I am fruitful
I am truly bless
Who am I? 
I am God’s daughter
I am woman
I am adored.

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Woman... they're all over...
Woman, you know what I mean.
They stride along breaking hearts
with smiles when they see what
they want, woman... fine creatures.

Soft hands and tender hearts,
reflexies like cats, wild tigers
and conversations of dark passion
that would make a young school boy
Woman... they have no boundaries...
No faith, no religion... Love till their
hearts are broken,
Then blame everything on the good guy.

Woman, their long hair flowing,
their smiles so bright,
with clothes that hug their
tight and oiled-skinned bodies;
They laugh at you,
when you say you're in Love.
They take it as an advantage
to break your heart
and kiss another man in front
of your very own eyes.

My advice, stay away from the woman,
She is mean, she is cold,
Sure she looks good, but she is a trick.
The whores need love, the whores are nice,
love them, love the real women of the world,
love them,
because they're not afraid to love you back.


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The Gracious Woman

The gracious woman is hated
She is not overrated but such a natural one
Morals and values dictated
Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun
Family and friends created
Stay optimistic throughout the long run
The woman is so courageous
A strong heart is number one
She seems to be contagious
Her relationships are always undone
Her worthiness is outrageous
To find another is dreadful
To lose her is regretful
A woman of this caliber is so special

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The Black Sea

Drowning in her black sea of waves 
tumbling down her waterfall of black curls
Docking my ship on her serene waters
unloading my cargo of thoughts and ideas
diving into the depths of her psyche 
swimming in the ocean of her essences 
that is woman
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Green Poet
aka The Brown Philosopher

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Old Woman

There was an old woman whom would lay in her bed praying at night.
She prays for her children, family and friends for happiness, health and protection until the 

Up in heaven this prayer is encased in a Crystal Statue for all to see.

An old womans love for eternity.

Her life has been spent loving all those whom mostly are not around.

For the old woman has taken a haven on Southern grounds.

Many years had been spent on jobs that to her were much of a dead end, just to make ends 

She loved to work and gave it her best.

Many of her friends now lay to rest.

For now she lays in silence next to the man she loves.

The old womans hands crippled in pain, as she puts them together and begins to pray.

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The Parolee

By Angeline Star

The ad stated that
the prospective employee 
should have the ability
to prepare and serve food samples 
using small appliances such as 
microwaves, fryers, skillets, coffee makers 
and knives.

He had a background
with knives.

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I See You Everywhere

What do I say now? Where do I start?
Without you beside me, I'm falling apart
Thinking of you, know it isn't too smart
But I See You Everywhere, oh my poor heart

Love in her ways
She drifts slowly past me
A spring in her step
Oh she's moving too fastly
Upside down now
She turns my heart and soul
Reflecting in my mind
And in my heart, a hole
Every time she crosses my mind
I'm reminded of the pain
No chance to love her
She'll forget my name

So what do I say now? And where do I start?
Because without you beside me girl, I'm falling apart
Thinking of you, I know it isn't too smart
But I Still See You Everywhere, and oh my poor heart

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Who resembles you

 Who resembles you? 
A drunken night 
Or a jealous star 
A colored full moon 
Or shy cottage
Who resembles you? 
A virgin lark 
Or blond flower 
Who resembles love? 
Believing in you 
Who resembles a soul? 
Living in you 
Who resembles a heart? 
Pulsing for you
Who resembles a shadow? 
Walking beside you 
Who resembles a mirror? 
Reflecting your charm
All narrations of the past were illusion 
Not resembling you 
All butterflies of the world 
Were a tattoo in your hands 
Not resembling you 
All perfumes of the world 
Were a wine in your lips 
Not resembling you........ 

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As lightning strikes the Joshua Tree

When lightning strikes the Joshua tree
The air is frightfully clear.
The children quiet their 
Jacks and Jump ropes
As the suburbia settles it's ears.
An ivy beneath a sycamore tree 
Watching a fire with envy.

It wonders,
How on nature's rich, ripe earth
Is there a power
So quick to devour
The beauty and grace of a Joshua tree.
Why is it the branches crumble so
When Ivy's destruction is subtle and slow.
Why do fires spawn sputtered cries
When an English Ivy lays easy on the eyes.

A Mexican woman pours tears to the land.
She cries for the homeless
And weeps for the sand.
She mutters one word that no one will hear
She pleads that you feel it 
Without dwindling fear.

When finally sleep comes
The children then stir
As they dream of a fire too bold to endure.
The woman will weep
As the fires grow.
She cries for the Joshua trees,
It's roots and it's leaves,
With a few tears for you,
And a couple for me.

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The ideal woman

 Let us immigrate like birds
Looking for homeland
You are a woman
But you are not as all women
You are the homeland
You are a woman from among
 Women of the world
 The world …where is the world? 
The world is a cave.full of nymphs
And you are the nymph of this world
I will write about you
Till I make you a saint... 

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I Never Find The Train

I am beggar I am thief I am Eve Buried by belief I am leader I am breeder I am Adam Narcissistic feeder I lie inside the doorway Unable now to die I see the tortured infant Yet still I cannot cry Was drafted for the Nam Saw sixty thousand dead They read the dead a psalm And then the worms were fed I fought for love of country Unable there to die The death of friends and comrades And still I'm asking why I've been a rogue receiver And a dark and doomed deceiver As I swam between two Islands In the sea of coral jade I walked through misty highlands In the land of heat and grief A soldier without purpose Who had lost his own belief I've lived so many lifetimes As I turned most every trick I lost my chance at right times 'Cause I played the game too quick I'm buried by the burden Of my sorrow and my shame For I was once surrounded And surrendered to the game Sisters of sincerity Released me from all blame They know the fleeting nature Of this sad and fickle fame I've won some feeble fortunes That still fuel the fire and flame No matter now what happens I will find another game The words of every prophet And the hardships of the lame The lepers left untreated As their blood boils down the drain I seem to find the station But I never find the train And every destination Seems to find the pouring rain I'm walkin' through the valley Filled with sorrow and a tear I'm deep into a forest As the dark is drawing near Some soldiers at the front Some marching to the rear I'm treading holy water And I need to have you here Now listen to me sweetness It is time for me to leave My mind is moving far too fast For me to stop and grieve Remember that the Universe Is far beyond a creed And man is just a minute part Of Universal seed I know I've done my giving To my friends and kindred dear It is the part of living That can make it all so clear I'm off to find the truth Before I lose my youth And if a truth be found It's through your patience so profound And now we've said our last goodbyes Yet not a tear falls from my eyes But just before I go to sleep Will be my time to weep For love and long emotion Is the potion for devotion Look at me Pretty woman Can't you see Look at me Your magic Moved the mountain And this seeker Now is free Look at me Pretty woman Can't you see Look at me For I no longer Want to die I'm man enough To cry Look at me Pretty woman I am free

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what happens to the brown-skinned girls

What happens to all the brown-skinned girls?
Sitting on the stoop waiting for the ice cream man to come
20 plats in their hair
Turning the double dutch rope
Sitting in the middle of the classroom

You know, that one girl . . . what’s her name?
ponytails neither pony nor tail
Who aren’t allowed to wear their hair down 
or sport Brand X Jeans

Who can’t wash that Diaspora right out of their hair
or erase their royal heritage

The ones that pop their gum the loudest
Run the fastest
Fight the hardest
Dream the most

Ones who don’t wear pants and go to church all day Sunday
got tattoos 
wear makeup
or slide into their short skirts on the way to school

Who are picked first for the team
picked last
or never picked at all . . .

Girls - who don’t have time to hang out ‘cause they “gotta go to work!”
for their new dress
or in their old car
to pay the light bill that momma “forgot” 

Girls who roll their neck
and their eyes
their hair and their hips 
to the rhythms of the Congo, Bronx, or the Swats

Girls who sing in the mirror as they glue, braid and towel on that
long . . . wavy . . . hair

Who, “hate that stupid light-skinded girl” because 
“she thinks she’s so cute”
or hate themselves because they think so too . . .

Some may have never had him hold their hand
call them beautiful  
take them to the father/daughter dance
come to their rescue . . .

See he was
in jail/out of town/in denial/out of time
to forego all the love that just one little brown-skinned girl has to give

Girls. Not little Halle, Beyonce, or J Lo
But young Angela, Carol, Michelle, and Alek
Those awe-inspiring girls who don’t yet know 
that they are

Elegant, intelligent 
enchanting . . .

Who don’t see themselves 
On movie screens - in magazines
The eyes of the world, little boys
Their own

Who buys them a bomb pop when the ice cream man comes?
Tastes the sweet undertones buried in dark chocolate
Loves them?

Loves them for themselves
Who loves them
Loves them
Who loves

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Perfect Woman

Perfect Woman

Enough has been said about the perfect woman in the past
Like she is like the Spring among seasons and Rose among blooms,
And  a Minister in managing house and a Whore in bed

But my perception changed over time to see her in new light
As Salt in the soup or in a bruise, as the case may be
Or as 4G in technology or even as Sky among illusions

It further evolved  to perceive perfection in one
Who is like pouring rain in summer’s searing night
And has mothered a brood of at least six without a thought.

14 Feb 13

S.Jagathsimhan Nair 

For "The perfect woman" contest  of Michael Smith

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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love

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For nine months
With love and pain
With joy and suffering
In her womb she carried me
A mother she is 
And a woman of virtue.

When there was no one, she was the only one
Even left alone, she never leaves me alone
Indeed, she’s a mother 
And a woman of virtue.

When toddling, she cared
And still directs when I could run
She is a mother of the child and the adult
In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come
Many names will I call her; “A mother of all”
And a Woman of Virtue.

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Queen Esther

(Esther 5: 2)

The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

But It Was Persian Law For All
That Those The King Did Not Call
Would Be Struck Down Where They Stand!

Yet Brave & Beautiful Queen Esther
Whose Godly Faith Never Left Her
To Save Her People, Entered As Planned

Because There Was A Plot
Devised In Anger So Hot ...
By That Prideful, Wicked Prince Haman

To Kill All Esther's People
Haman Schemed So Evil
But The King Didn't Know Why It Began

... Or That Esther Was A Jew
In The Line of Hebrews
Who Worship The One GOD So Grand

But There Was No Hesitation
In Ahasuerus' Heart Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held Ahasuerus' Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

I Imagine All Got Quiet
Waiting For Swords To Riot
And See Esther's Head Roll Across The Floor

But At The Sight of Her Dignity
The Scepter Pointed Implicitly
To Grant Esther Whatever She Implored

And Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In The Power of His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *

(Part 2)

Oh, And That Wicked Haman Was Hanged
And His Family Shared The Blame
But Esther's People Were Saved From Judah To Benjamin, To Dan

( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )

                    Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/15/2013 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady

I have always loved the story of Queen Esther ... This is a love story that has it all - - a lovely-hearted, modest girl, (replacing a vain and arrogant queen) ... then getting royally pampered, massaged in expensive, perfumed oils, lots of clothes and jewels, winning a beauty pageant, finding true love, conflict and suspense and lastly the heroine saves the day (and oh, did I mention that she was an orphan?) ... 'Com' on Movie-Makers - we could enjoy a lot more of this ... MoonBee 

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I want to be in heaven

That feeling that takes your breath away faster than any form of beauty ever discovered, 
That feeling when your life just lifts into a phenomenon like no other, 
That feeling when you glance into this invisible universe, 
Just staring into space no one but you can see, 
That feeling when you’re heart races and you sweat with temptation, 
By the heat of this unexplained situation, 
That feeling when you feel like its heaven, 
You don't want to be anywhere else but by that incredible vibe, 
That feeling when you came into my life and touched my heart with your angelic hands, 
That feeling when you kissed me and sucked my living soul out and spat it into the heavens above, 
That feeling when you were my distraction, 
My invisible universe, 
You were the closest feeling to heaven, 
You are all I crave.
My heart longs for that burning desire,
My heart longs for you,
I want to be in heaven.

*’That feeling when you glance into this invisible universe, 
Just staring into space no one but you can see’
Meaning that no one can see what you are busy day- dreaming.

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The woman with the muffled voice

Unhappy, unappreciated, underestimated.
Born to be weak.
Breed to be inferior.
Cursed to be abused.
Governed by emotions.
Enslaved to the kitchen.

"This is your life,"
she was told.
The injustice hid behind
 that grotesque phantom-
Centuries of rotten tradition
smothered her development.

The woman with no voice.
She screams within.
The sound jailed 
behind the bars of her lips
An inaudible plea.
Earsplitting silence.
Shrieking tranquility.

But- one day.
Her song will jail break.
The beautiful butterfly entombed 
in a soundproof cocoon,
will emerge.

The woman with the muffled voice
will transform
into the woman with a deafening roar! 

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I Never Knew

I never knew you never knew
All the *****you put me through
I always though you knew not
So I knew for you, I'm new, your not
To the world of foolish games
You were the best, but only in name
My ways are wild, yours are lame
I never knew you to stay the same
Always wanting things to change
I wrapped you up like a picture frame

See what you want, I know you will
Not even notice my efforts still
Ill do my best for sick pleasure
To dig you up like a discarded treasure
You never knew you could be dreaming
Until it ended and left you clinging
Onto hope like oxygen
I never knew you, well
Inside your skin

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A Dance with Chance

Chance, Chance, Do you want to dance? 
Dance, dance, toward me in the night. 
Hundreds of bodies to the left,
Hundreds of bodies to the right, 
Light everywhere and on everyone and up
To the ceiling we now go and then down 
to the floor we head low.
Yet, you shine as the only light
that I wish to completely fill my sight

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A Woman's Touch

You say my name.
Your deep voice slides through me, 
And lands in my swollen depths.
You mean something to me.
My yearning for your love, 
Forms into nectarous droplets, 
A testimony to the depth of my feeling for you.
I would enfold every part of you in my healing warmth, 
I would make you see the other side, 
Of all you have known.
And the light of loves understanding, 
Would shine from inside you.
You would emerge from inside me, 
A new man.
Strong, impervious to all, 
But this woman's touch.

Ruby Honeytip
© 2013

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Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first

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A tide of Ghosts wail where I can hear
Outside, in the night.
It is my mind that keeps me awake
Restless, thoughts of Yesterday.
Like a dream itself, the day is remembered
(the Ghosts, like a whisper, as my mind screams)
This is meant to be,
This is meant to be,
I, of course
Want it to be.
Stones hit my my glass window
The heavy rain does adore the ghostly wind.
I wonder also if They feel the same?
Is it a foolish human
Who lies awake?
Even so, there is always
(the rain and wind hush)
Awake now
Please 'reality',
Let me have another day
So I can know
If she wants it to be...

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Seeds of love

She planted seeds of love deep in my heart
that flourished and bloomed like a flower
nourished with tender care
and summer love
with soft warm kisses
that rained down on me
like a welcome refreshing
invigorating shower.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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She is dancing like a fairy with her long-sequenced gown,

Her long, curly hair swaying as she moves around.

Angels are watching her over the moonlit shadow.

Closed eyes,indulging the melody of playing  tunes. 

A cavalry came in and run her off  on  his horse.

Laid her down to a bed of petals and thorns..---

The shadow started to cruise and moan like a beast.

The heaven cries and mourns for a fate she'd faced.

Her limbs are broken and  can barely stand  on  feet.

And the music keeps on playing, swaying her hair in the wind.

A tiny drop of water wake  her up from an endless nightmare.

The surge stopped moaning and the dawn break his voice.---

Watching a stranger in a very deep sleep,plan was formed in mind.

Vengeance is on her hands,a blazing anger will next explode.

Looking back is  a  breathless and bleeding soul.--

She is wearing her torn long-sequenced gown , stood up strong.

Rain fall down  and washed blood off her hands.

The music keeps playing, the wind blows and pain has gone.

*AiyaH De Torres
WITH THESE HANDS Free Poetry Contest
Visual 5

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In real life

in real life you're not real
I got the idea of being there
I constructed myself at your being
I gave myself in your image
I was given up
far from happy psychoanalysts
faithful to your beauty

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A Day Dream

To my assumptions my brain went out of function
It is a mess; it is moronic; it went out of logic
My brain is still eluded by this madness still diluted
Do not want to see it concentrated
Because my world is still dilated
Like a woman is labor and
My heart made of paper
Soon to be torn later...

As my mind wandered its intimate thoughts of a woman 
Her right, brown and black eyes pierced threw my eyes 
Right, strait to my heart. 
As the image moved into existence 
I could not believe this 
It is a woman of a young man’s desire 
Sparking a fire which I couldn’t retire
Seeing this appealing but I was only dreaming  
As this madness revealing my assumptions...

As I switch off my mind from its virtual mentality 
I opened my eyes into this so-called reality 
Spring forward like a jack in the box 
Being the end of my slumber 
Dragging my body to its final gloom: the shower 
Inhaled meekly, exhaled deeply 
Doing this repeatedly
As my mind moved backed and forward 
Like a rectangular wave motion 
Came to a solution
Which I hope to be with the wrong conclusion
As the day progressed 
Hoping to cool my heart on my chest 
With my assumptions...

As the sped threw like a kid in cocaine, mental pain 
Too much information put me out of focused 
You should have noticed 
My day contracted like stretched rubber band 
All of a sudden I so myself lying on my bed
As I deduced my life like a mathematical deduction
Closed my eyes for a second 
And I was back where I started:
To my assumptions…

To my assumptions my brain went out of function
It’s a mess its moronic it went out of logic
My brain is still eluded by this madness still diluted
Do not want to see it concentrated because my world is dilated
Like a woman is labor and my heart made of paper
Soon to be torn later...

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The Dreams don't last long anymore

Here, there, everywhere
tired and dreaming of her
long before she let go,
and I was happy,
lost now I feel nothing.
The dreams don't last long anymore,
not like they used too.
I awake in the middle of the night,
to a howling wind swirling outside my window,
the dark creeps on my heart,
I try to smile,
act as if I was a blind man,
but sadly that wish never comes
and I hug my pillow,
where her sweet head lay
in the days before,
tears run down my rough cheek
and wets the dry pillow case
of my soul.


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The Truth Of My Crime To All Soup Members Part 1

Here is my story, raw and uncut.....
     I was a DJ at a small gentleman's club - I loved music, and so I had an "ear" for mixing 
tracks, plus with my passion of creative writing I wrote lyrics to songs.  But working in a club 
you're around alcohol, and drugs.  I quickly got hooked on cocaine, the rich mans drug.
     Liquor and cocaine was my thing.  On the night of my crime, A "homeboy" of mine came 
over to my apartment with some coke, I had the liquor. So we begin getting high, drinking 
liquor while playing the Playstation2.  We got a call from a mutual friend, a girl we had both 
dated.  She asked us to come over.  We said we were on our way.
     Now by this time, I remember, I was soooo messed up man.  But I got in my car, him in 
the passenger seat - on the way to Jenny's house, we are passing the bottle of Jack back and 
forth.  It's around 2ish in the morning.  I was off that night from work.
     So we pulled in the driveway, we went around back, like we always do at her house. 
(Everyone goes to the backdoor).  The door was unlocked, lights were off, all was quiet - we 
figured she was asleep.  My homeboy goes straight to the kitchen to fix him a sandwich - 
don't ask me, I have no clue how he could eat.  I go into the living room, she's laying on a 
futon,  I jump down next to her, playfully saying, "Girl get your ass up." But to my surprise 
an older woman jumps up saying , "What are you doing in my house?" _ Now understand I'm 
high out my mind, I was invited to Jenny's house. Who is this woman screaming, "Get out of 
my house!"  I say, "Where is Jenny?"  And she says "No Jenny lives here!" - Then like a light 
switch comes on!  I realize, "Shoot I'm in the wrong house." - Now I know what you're 
thinking (How would I not know?)  I can only say with the amount of alcohol and coke, and 
the fact, the houses looked the same (It being a subdivision)  I believe that's what they call it.
     So I take off running "Man we in the wrong house"  I tell my homeboy.  As we are leaving 
I'm asking him questions like (How we not realize this isn't Jennys office?)  He's got this big 
stupid look on his face - A lot of what happened that night has come back to me over the 
years.  And the look on his face when I asked him that question confirmed - we sure was 
Continued in Part 2

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What can I do

I never flew
with a flock of birds,
I cannot fly like a bird;
Never did I fly.

I never smelled sweet
like the flowering bough,
I cannot smell like the flower;
Never did I smell sweet.

I never loved
a woman whom
I did not chance to meet,
I cannot love the woman;
Never did I love.

I never sang
the song I did not
chance to write,
I cannot sing the song;
Never did I sing.

I never saw
into the heart of hearts,
I cannot see the heart;
Never did I see.

I never knew
the Unknown whom
I did not chance to know,
I cannot know the Unknown;
Never did I know.

What then can be done?
Only that which I cannot do!

But then really...
Will I ever come to fly,
Or love a woman whom
I did not chance to meet,
And give voice to a song
I never shall compose,
Or have a true
heart-to-heart communion
when I cannot peek into the heart?

And truly,
Will I ever come to revere
Someone I never shall know?

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Tikvah and Hershel

Gone I am..sure as the sea rolls over the bones of the deep
Gone is Tikvah, gone is hope, gone as so many Jewish brides
from history in the guises placed upon them by gentiles.
All who chose to remember at all, name me Typkia Friedberg..

Ah but, Hershel, my dear, was merely from the town of Friedberg.
Third class we were, entertainers not what either parents 
had wanted for their kinderlekhs, there darling children.

When the warning horns sounded, we were entertaining the others. 
Hershel with the wee piano on his back, and I
dancing and playing around him in a whirl of skirts.
The room was packed, the clink of beer mugs and laughter

All stilled slowly in disbelief as a clarion call of horn filled the room.
Eyes moments before full of life now haunted the space, 
knowing not the way upward, out of the hidey-hole nest of the lower decks.
As the crowd surged from the room, hopelessly, we retreated
hand in hand yet we were torn apart.

Hershel fell and the crowds surged over him, crushing him piano and all
to the carpeted floor of the hall, mere steps from the stairwell.
He screamed for me to run. Eyes, hands, feet, knees elbows
no hope, no hope at all of any movement but upward with the throng.

Up one level I made it, clothes in tatters, scratched and bleeding
and then I too fell, under the boot heels of passengers. 
I do not rest beside my Hershel, yet with my last breath, I cried
“Mother, mother you will never met him now.”
My dear, my heart, for before the Titanic ever sunk, we died.

*It has been said there was a newly married couple
the woman called Typkia Friedberg aboard the Titanic
but her name does not appear nor her husbands in the records.
Survivors spoke of the couple and the woman family from Chicago.
I do not believe the names are correct for Typkia is not a name
not a Jewish name but a word meaning journal, diary and Freidberg
is the town where the pianos for the Titanic were made.
Tikvah is a Jewish woman's name and means Hope.
Hershel means deer.

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Mind Of A Woman

The summer winds caress my skin.
Teardrops like squeezed  lemon drops spill.
A joy ride down my cheeks.
Joy emancipated from sadness speaks
Splash, it splatters on the ground.
A crown like structure  in slow motion seen.

Life cannot tarry, to embrace.
A little care, a little concern.
Love needs constant care.
But life is too busy looking fair.
A day has no divide.
No night or day defined.
Just doing my best, looking good.
My life is a unread book.
Money power within my fist.
Dreams are within my reach. 
If only I can purchase my vision.

Like when I was a kid.
As a kid my prince swept me off my feet.
Was Caressed and cuddled and spoilt.
My dreams retold before I sleep.
I slept peacefully cuddling my dreams.
Knowing, I was within the reach, of his powerful arms. 
Always there to break my fall.

Growing up was so swell, so much fun. 
All my passions like roller coaster ride, up and down. 
Teenage trauma like actors on a stage.
Well scripted parts Played.
Dialogues written by likes of Shakespeare in his plays.
Memories kept in my notepad archived.
Password protected from curious minds.

Visiting the saloon as often as I could.
Changing fashion to suite the current style.
Movies,  picnics, sleepovers and dates.
Boys will be boys, society said. 
I was strong enough to defend myself of their carnal need.

And time passes by defining my fate.
Now I am a grown up woman in full bloom. 
My career well defined.
Insecurities in this world of Patriarchy everyday face.
Lewd remarks of macho fashion brace.
Learnt to brave these obnoxious moments day after day.
My moral fiber strengthened beyond grace.
But somewhere, deep within myself there is this void.
Need for love of a different kind.

The warm embrace of  arms  to comfort me.
Strength of arms to catch my fall.
Nimble fingers to caress and cuddle me.
A kind voice to strengthen me when l am weak.
A gentle voice that can whisper words of love. 

A heart that can love me for what I am.
In books and movies have known of this type.
But in real life, I doubt, I can really find, that kind?
If, I should wait..? I don’t mind the wait.
And suffer, ignominy of society.
Do I follow the doctrine of  natural selection..?
I don't think so..! My heart and soul have a mind if their own.
And so it shall be.

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The Whores are my Women

I walk alone on freezing cold gutters,
with my jacket that has no buttons,
and shoes with the holes at the soles of my feet,
and the women look at me and gag,
they cry, they faint, they run away, they sigh,
they don't spare a passing glance,
they are the horrid creatures that have no soul.

Then there are the whores.
Yes, the whores stay with me,
they look at me and see a real man,
they see a real poet,
they see a real artist,
who really and truely starves for his art,
and they all admire me and what I stand for.

When I come around,
they tag along,
they sigh in relief when they see me
and they huddle around me
and they admire me
and I admire all of them.
They are my women
who ask nothing from me,
not one thing, yet they stay by my side.
They don't look at beauty, nor how big my bank account is,
they come as they are and look at me for what I really am.
They admire me, they love me,
they can't get enough of me,
and I can't get enough of them.
They all treat me right,
and I admire them for going out of their way for me.

Love is real, when real people appriciate real people.
Love is there when they sit there and listen to me
read my poems and they laugh and smile at me
and my creative genius.
The whores are my women,
and I love them for that, and I smile,
my heart laughs and they laugh with me,
because their my women
and I love them for that.


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Who turns off this world

Who turns off this world? 
And makes my destiny between your hands
If you are a part of my dreams
I will never dream
You are all dreams
These are my heart windows
Are opened for scepter
Are opened for love and dreams 
And the dreams are crying every year
Oh. the virgin! 
How the dreams cry? 
How the foam of the sea and shy sands cry? 
And the gulls are immigrating every year
Are your eyes similar to lilies? 
Who turns off the world? 
And plants a candle over rainbow
To live in a world of illusion
Faraway from the purple? 

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Woman from Congo

I am woman … 
Of Congo, 
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water. 
You set upon us 
Wild dogs, 
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s 

‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts, 
Small-minded folks, 
And feast on minerals – 
Congo was a lady
And I … I am
Strong black woman.

I bought some views 
On black market; 
They are rare commodities,
Sat down with glass of nsamba
on the rocks
And seriously contemplate …

It is hard to buy
Black market stuff;
We are set up
To think
East is inferior to west,
Barring them Europeans
Who broke their necks
To dwell in Canaan.

One thing is for sure,
They alleged a better name
And substitute 
The ones we were given;
Those with implications.
Oh, what things we see
When we start looking
From our own eyes.

I am WOMAN …
Woman alone
And taken against my desire,
Ravished by the corporations;
The gods who create your children
I am WOMAN, 
Woman from Congo.

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Beautiful Black Woman

Beautiful black woman 
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Beautiful black woman 
You're worth more than the finest gems.
Your love,
Holds the presence of God's healing hands.

Beautiful black woman
You're the reason why I breathe.

In this follow follow society
Zombies follow I gotta lead...

Beautiful black woman whom,
birthed me into this crazy world,
I came from your womb 
not to be cast down and quietly consumed,
By the rage and fury of a people in a hurry.

You born me...
To be a catalyst of change!
To stand against rape!
To fight for your freedom!
To bring on the new Kingdom!

Beautiful black woman
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Beautiful black woman 
You're worth more than the finest gems.

The world is starving for LOVE. 
We need you ...
For you are LOVE.
Your Unconditional Love holds the keys.
As a matter of fact you have the power to put the world at ease.
Create Peace.
Please forgive us men who fail to understand that
Your LOVE holds the presence of God's healing hands.

Beautiful black woman
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Your LOVE holds the presence of God's healing hands. 

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Trials and Tribulations

Oh woman, Oh warrior    Of where does your strength come      Years of life and living     Experiences are where it's from     Within my wings the wisdom does live       My ancestors, spirit guides, family       My wings lift me, never failing to give        Providing for me the power to rise above     Trials and tribulations      I fear not on my path through life       For within the wings that carry me is Love~~~~

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It is so hard to let go of love,

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
from the deepness out of sight,
hardly ever losing . . .

Blisters lust into the greedy thumb.
the startled brake lets go.

It dives full length into the never,
finds the limit of its leash,
pounds against its half-round prison,
demands unknot
at end of end of rope -
Let go!

Got you, shrieks the reel and reeler
cranking in the give and take.
The line is taut,
the weight upon it heavy, 
not docile,
and waiting . . . 

. . .waiting for adrenaline:
against the angry, smoldering thumb.
Caught to catcher,
fish to fisher:
let me go!

It tries too hard to turn to something else: away.
Away and bottom still beyond the knot,
the creature climbs toward the light, 
the something.
her leap, an alchemy:
silver unto gold.

Sun shining.
Sea smiling,
crinkled all about.

slow motion 
of glints 
and droplets,
the yesses.

Million mile amnesia.
Buddha flashback:
a flash of tooth,
then placid lips close over any sign of youth . . .

. . . as if the fish had never been.
-the fisher wonders:
gone forever?

The line is limp
as if . . .
for all the years of it,
nothing at its other end.

A flash of recognition:
she leaps another time, 
not knowing if what held her holds.
Silver fish scales golden ladder
a sunbeam at a time,
and all the rungs of memory -
so slow,
breaks air an instant.

The line has held
and as she leaps, it claims her,
a thunder clap.
Arrested in her flight,
and broken,
she drops deadweight into the bucket sea-
fish to air to gold to water,
too bad.

Of the gold,
an afterglow centered in the thumb.
Did it happen?
Was she really there?
Was I?

Air turns to air once more, 
the fisherman to memory,
pig-a-back the job at hand,
one slender monofilament insisting: no! 
and memory, another plastic,
refusing to let go.

Another time:
my pretty lovely,
so flying and so softly spun,
you seemed the air to me.
So high and free,
so very near the sun,
my tears dissolve the earth’s connection.
The line my hands are holding:
to limit freedom at its height,
impossible without restraint-
the line between us,
  	subtle and so gossamer.
 		There, it glinted,
there! So very real.

Real . . .
The hook is realer.
Tangerine transfusion from the fastened lip,
transfuse dilution
bleeds unreckoned into the larger blue.
The sea - as wide as weakness -
sucks the strength without a hunger.
Tired, the hooked,
and tiring even more,
the line grows stronger, 
shortening toward the bobber boat.
I’ve got her, cries the fisherman,
raping at dead weight,
dragging mystery toward the kitchen
-on his mind is steak.
Slaughter, separate from supper,
passion with a knife, 
the knife . . .

. . . the knife is ready
held tight between the skinless thumb,
and vendetta fingers -
five Sicilian brothers 
waiting for their sister to come home.

The other hand around the rod
is closing on the lover’s throat.
The rod’s erect,
the reel is angry.
Come, my dear, come, come.

She hears the music of the end,
the bowstring whine of gut
still lean and taut from her weight alone,
hears the rhythm of the reel
and tries to run once more
-provoking lust to snatch still harder-

but can’t . . .
. . . is free at last
of strength
surrendered with the last of blood:
quicksilver nearing zero-
and two dollars worth of ice.

Maiden fish,
(a virgin: never dead before)
betrayed and penetrated,
(it’s time now to give in, enjoy)
rests her weight upon the line,
sinks upward,
toward the bottom of the boat.

The whore! I see her in the water!
She gave me quite a fight.

The captain, ready with the gaff,
the lover, in his rented swivel chair,
seize her from the water.
The maiden’s heartbeat
is faint and futile as a final cry of rape.
Her breath is fear, yet sounds like passion
at the very end.
Her swoon is now complete.

Her swain is prickled with his heat.
His blood pounds within his thumb.
He gloats,
is left alone with her.
He ponders . . .
. . . while he does,
she pales and sheds her rainbow.
Her eyes turn glassy from the air,
and death.
She’s turned to meat.

He lusts at memory for a moment,
then dries the little sweat
and goes forward for a beer,
and band aids.

The captain’s seen it all before,
surgically removes the hook
and tidies up the gear.
He and the mate carry her to the ice 
and lay her out within the cold.
The mate disinfects the deck
with sea water and a stiff brush.

Returning with his second beer,
a badge of gauze and Vaseline upon his thumb,
the lover is confused.
The deck, shipshape,
so bare 
of scales and blood
it all might not have happened.
Then there would be hope.

The mate calls him to the ice chest
for the viewing,
opens it . . 
I’ve lost her. There she is.

The smell . . . it must wash off !
Time to go home.
The sea is empty.
It is over.
My thumb!

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I Just wanted to say you
good bye
But the moment says
hopes are high
May be you turn back
for my sigh
May be it wouldn't be easy
as I see
May be its hard for you
as for me
But the moment says
hopes are high
Don't let these hopes die

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My Rita

Rita, the feeling is so real
For you, of all the love and 
My Rita, how do I make you 
Loved, or out of fashion?

Rita, I’ll be the one for you
Forever by your side
My Rita, whatever it takes, I’ll 
Our hearts, we’ll never hide

Rita, you came to me my love
In just the nick of time
My Rita, tonight we’ll rise above
You’re in your red dress so fine

Rita, the feeling is so real
For you, of all the love and 
My Rita, how do I make you 
Loved, or out of fashion?

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We are independent

We as woman often hear that we are in a mans world,
but that is insane.
Men need us more than we need them. 
We share this world together. 

Sometimes we lay roots in others lives,
and share a special relationship with our children and friends.
We as woman are as independent as men.
We are  responsible and intelligent  too.

We strife to be the best that we can,
and we make a difference in others lives.
We can be bold and strong.
We can make our own living. 

Although it means to work harder and faster than ever before.
We as woman are like  flower seeds when it grows 
and blossoms it is truly spectacular
We live life,
We love life 
and we blossom in our lives and we express our feelings  in artistic ways.

we live in reality, we strife for what is right.
But most of all,
we dream for dreams come true,
but only if you believe...

(Roots by Frida Kahlo-1943)

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The Violinist

All the other musicians were so imprudent!
He was much wiser
He was much stronger
He was much more experienced...

They coveted him
Like the demons underground

To be the seraphs above
Living under the wings of God

He held his violin

Better than the woman who played the flute
The woman that placed her instrument
Between her divine lips

Music to the violinist was much more than a
k i s s 

Such a meaningless kiss
That its taste would last only for a second or two

Such a meaningless kiss
A meaningless tune

That once it ended
It was forever forgotten

He held his violin

Better than the young man who played the guitar
The young man that placed his instrument on his lap
The young man that carelessly held his instrument

Music to the violinist was much more than a
d r e a m

On the lap 
And in the arms
Of a lover seeking for

A dream so bitter
It would turn into a nightmare

The violinist embraced his violin
He loved it as much as he loved the maiden
He once had

He held it 
In his arms

Nothing dissevered him from his violin
But the soft piece of cloth
That he placed his chin on

As he played his breath - taking music
Tears gushed out of his beautiful brown eyes

He caressed his violin
With its bow

The same way he stroked
His lovely maiden's fair curls

His guts swelled with pain
He longed to see her face once again

He suddenly stopped
And cried out

"If you would... d... die for me...
                                              You must live for me too!"

After moments of silence
He continued playing his dear violin
With more passion
With more pain

And for a second there
He saw her!
He heard her!

His lovely maiden!
Whistling along with the tune

Inertly placed in his arms
Smiling back at him

As her soft fair curls covered most of her forehead
She giggled

"I love you..." 

This poem goes to my dear grandfather... Mahmoud Kaabour... THE violinist...
May God's mercy be upon you...

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Girl, did ya ever find a guy and wonder
Why’s he seem more than a friend?
He takes you over and under
A starry night outside your bed
Can it be he wants to last?
He cancels dates just way too fast
The tension’s drawn it’s hard to see
The things to be that I can feel

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As you say my Name

Within a moment's grace
She held my heartbeat against her gentle dialect

Her pearly smile and chocolate diamond retinas
Prescribed laughter, as she
Spoke my name

Vowels tripping against her nervous steps.

Her facial tone became tomato's rejected lyric.

My dignity, stunned.
My smile, overpowered.

She held me close to her digital breaths,
With apologies, unforced

There is a charm within her tender innocence.

A charm I may never physically discover. 

This smile cowers

With a silent exhilaration

©Drake J. Eszes

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To a Beautiful, Crazy Woman

The gaze of your serpent eyes the appealing of sneaky smiles.
The nectar of rosy lips the touch of your healing hands,
The chic in your stroll the whiff of wear,
The wobble of lions the bloom of your torso,
The pride in your parade,
Golden wreath of your gullet and these rings in fat fingers,
The pricey pendant of your ear the bangles of arm and their clink,
The evening of your dishevel the dancing of your braid,
The melody in speech and the worry in your ask,
He shall be fluky--whoever will wed!

I imagine for me the not-on, and sigh!
A wavy body that tarts up, a dialect that is murmur, a go-with that is eternal, a walk that is heavenly, a touch that is wine, a mock that is loveful, an escape that is cruel, a feeling that is real, a vow that is sincere!

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The way you are

You are 
The reason for my hope
The fulfillment of my wishes
The pinnacle of my trust
The realization of my faith
The answer to my questions
The embodiment of my fantasies
The homecoming of my desires
The beginning of my journey
The end of my search
And most of all
The woman of my dreams

Your beautiful mind baffles me
Your loving heart transforms me
Your sensual body arouses me
Your sparkly spirit energizes me
Your tender care soothes me
Your quiet understanding awes me
Your selfless compassion enlivens me
Your glowing presence warms me
Your feminine being melts me
Your kind soul envelops me

For all of this I adore you
And more than ever
I am loving you 
Just the way you are

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The same sad song

She was bent on torment,
spinning around in her heels,
leaving marks on the dance floor
as he spit his faith into a beer can.
She wept for the morning,
in her own way. 
Her comfort cradled
in the weathered arms
of a transient artist.
 A 6 string that he’ll never play here again;
But she always finds those same
strings that tie her to this town.
The notes that keep her going,
                                                            writhing under every moon
                                                                                with men like him.
Hoping the sounds they make together,
will sate the burn of dawn’s solace. 
Praying for a song that will make it til’ morning.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Just A Woman

As a woman, I am vain. I saw myself being loved and adored, without thinking that illusion is like a ROSE - it only lives for a short time. You talked to me about your love and made me feel so special. With your words you hypnotized me and made me go into a daze. I imagined myself being in heaven - a heaven so blue with only you. Taking advantage of my daze, you said, let me kneel so I can adore you. Seeing you on your knees - I gave you a kiss. I kissed you with fire, I kissed you with passion. It's not your fault and it's not mine - for love and passion are not a crime. I have to confess, that a kiss of passion - even if it almost drives you insane - it's the greatest pleasure you can feel, when two people feel the same. I'm just a woman - what do you know? If I'm having a dream, it feels so real. So why don't you come and awaken me and make my dream become real...
Copyright: Written By Lucilla M. Carrillo

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How to love pt1 take notes

She awakened sleeping emotions jumpstarted my heart
The epitome of devotion I'll show her from the start
Released all apprehension unlocked my souls doors
She deserves my affection wont make it a chore

I'll give to her freely all the love that I got
Cant wait till she see's me make love on the spot
And what I desire wont rest till acquired
To keep her inspired till my heartbeats retired

You are my woman my passionate queen
And I am you king our kingdom foreseen
If I am the eagle that rises above
You are the feathers that fit like a glove

If I am the sky so vast and so high
Your oxygen without you I'd die
I'll be the valley and it would be lovely
If you were the river that flowed above me

You are my eve my rib I give gladly
I'll never deceive I'll use honesty daily
You are my woman the queen that I cherish
I'll be the horses that pull your carriage

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I'm The Pen And You Are My Note-Book

stock photo : a portrait of a beautiful woman in a countryside For being with you my babe There is no greater pleasure, There is no better future than With you to grow old. I want to love every inch of your beauty, I want to get lost in your collyrium eyes Consumed by your kiss, The wind blows just so slightly, The flowers that bloom around us They tickle at your feet, The scent of jasmine and rose Drifting on the evening breeze. I see the twilight in your eyes As the moon sets up the mood. Its the bright rays of hope, Its like a tiny piece of the survival Shifts here in this place, Playing the natural music around us, While romance fills the air. Your scent is like the perfume of Night-blooming flower, Your sweet breath teases my skin, Each breath became a thousand sighs. The air is filled with love-birds song, Your lips speaks soft sweetness, I'm the pen and you are my note-book, I open you and begin to inscribe your pages. ___________________________________ 8-urban-girl-potrait-photography __________________________________ Thank you for reading. Chitta

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The Passing

Silent, the house is

Still, the creatures are

And yet I hear her

And I see her

There is no light, but she drifts by in a glow
Her hair flows behind, casting shadows on my door
She makes no sound, but I know she's walking
Her feet making imaginary creaks on the floorboards

I am frightened, though she says not to be.

I sometimes look for her, but she finds me instead.
The wind is her arms and her eyes bury into my neck
The quiet fills my ears like thousands of words
Words of reassuring, words of threats

One day, I'll have enough.
One day, I will be gone.
One day, she will pass by and I won't be there.

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I am a Child Woman

I am a child, beguiled by sweets and word treats
Enticed and spiced by phrases and rhymes that chime
Naive, I grieve over my gullibility, for you see
Words are to me, a living entity, sweet poetry

I am a child woman
A woman child
Believing, seeking, needing 
My world wonder of words
To be real... I want to feel, not to conceal
I’m blind to what’s disguised…written lies
My heart cries
I pay the price
I pay the price

I am a woman
I am a child
But, alas, a lover's heaven is not for such as these

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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I Want To Please Her Eternally

happy young woman rest on the green grass stock photography Wrong was I, Thinking I'm in control, Believing I'd never fall in a love. How did you do it ? I ask myself, You have made me see That nothing is bad, That I'm strong and Worthy of happiness, You have saved me from myself. After having spent another Wonderful evening with her touch, I have seen my happiness shines In her enchanting, deep black eyes. The essence of that long and Curly burgundy hair overwhelmed me. She shines with a heavenly glow, Her beautiful angel face Raises me up from feeling low. She is a beautiful flower, Like a red zinnia lying silently On the river side, Under a tropical marathon sky. I want to be her lover and I want to find out the passions, I want to please her eternally. beautyful woman sitting on summer  riverside Stock Photo - 7622040 ________________________ Thank you for reading. Chitta

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Burning Embers

After being together for a time of great length
I have no idea how I put up with you, or where I get the strength
You make me so furious, just so mad!
Why do I put myself through this, if I just end up being sad?
I get a reminder every morning when I turn to your side of the bed.
The passion our love used to have, a fire burning such a deep red.
Years pass and the fire dies down
I look at you and your once glowing smile, turned into a frown. 
What’s changing I really don’t know
Sometimes wondering if it was all a show…
But in the morning, breath stinky and hair a mess
I look at you and know I’m blessed. 
Because behind those eyes I see a spark
Memories of making out in the park
The only time we’d cry
is when we had to say good-bye. 
I see something that’s keeping us alive
During the screaming shouts there is something in our hearts we are trying to revive
We’re trying to rekindle the burning embers
When all of the sudden, not just our minds, but our hearts remember
We lean in for a passionate kiss
And all of the sudden, remember the feeling of bliss.
And who knew that was the fuel we needed,
A blissful kiss our hearts and lips have so deeply missed
To rekindle our fire
To rekindle our passion
To rekindle our faith and trust we had in each other.

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I see

I see 
I see that life is no longer the place for me 
I think that the fact that the darkness of life 
Many which are not in the time of ignorance 
Where a lot of hatred and injustice 

And I became a stranger in the world of 
Became more than spoilers Reformers 
Became more than the bad guys are good 
Became more tears dripped who erase 
Became more than it grieves the heart rejoices 

Became a good crook 
Ok became a crook 
Money has become a target 
Love and became a target 

Forest became the world 
Became the strong eat the weak 
Became strong arrogant 
Became a strong rotten 

Became the Akeana 
I do not want to live poorly 
Not to be strong 
I see that life is no longer the place for me


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The Perfect Woman

A woman with this insane beauty that it makes my heart beats go crazy,
Feels like I lose my mind every time,
A woman fighting tears and sweat caused by a ruthless onion and formidable heat,
Just to prepare a meal cooked with every ounce of emotion,
A woman with love that shelters you from hate,
Like a house made by the hands of God,
A woman that takes just one look at you with those eye’s,
And you just know love isn’t blind,
A woman that moves your soul and lifts your spirit,
Like a coach on the side of the boxing ring I’ll fight for her love,
Perfect is unattainable,
but for me you sustain perfection with love.

By Wade Appelgryn

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I am tired of being *uc* by people that have lost their guts.
Ain’t in nothing but ducky tubs washing their butts.
Plus, the earth is barren.
The trees are sticks without leaves.
This is because the Lord ain’t sending any sunshine not pleased.
Mankind lost their minds long-ago.
The unknown has contemplated.
Then they wash their clothes in unclean water.
However, their mentality knows nothing of this.

Why do we live in two mediums?

The political picture is our leaders are deceiving us.
We must stand our ground in this Powerhouse.
If we do not, we will suffer from capitalism.
The antidote states that experience is the best teacher.
If we don’t deploy advocacy, this democracy will become rancor.
We are the people.
Therefore, we are what have construct.
Political activism is fostered.
Political asylum is festered.
This is our nation; therefore, let us augment the strength we have.
The closing remark is if we don’t, no one will.
Penned on May 14, 2014!

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The argument

Sounds of adults shouting 
Banging, footsteps, more shouting
A mans voice gets louder and louder
A woman screams
A child, about 8 or 9, a little boy
Standing in the middle of a tired kitchen
His sobs getting louder 
Tears flowing down his cheeks
The shouting gets louder again
Another screams from a woman
The muffled sound of her begging the man to stop
With her screams the boy cries out louder
The little boy is now almost screaming himself
The boy stands shaking with fear
The boy looks out of place
Looks helpless in a kitchen, whilst small, around the tiny child seems huge

The kitchen door flies open
For a moment the little boy is silenced as a fat scruffy man storms into the room
The little boy screams out as the man grabs him and drags him out of the kitchen 
Into the hallway and up the stairs
The little boy is bashed against walls on the way
The boy is dragged screaming by the man up the stairs
A woman grabs the boy
The man and woman struggle
The boys screams get painfully louder 
The woman puts herself between the boy and the man
More shouting but the words not clear
The little boys face is full of fear

A womans hand pushes the little boy into a bedroom
The little boy crawls into a bed 
Sits sobbing but he tries to hide the sound of his crying
Muffled with a teddy bear he holds tightly
He look up for a second out the window 
As if searching the sky for a reason why
The little boy rocks just slightly
Shaking, his tiny lips quivering 
As the sounds of adults shouting become more distant
Exhausted the little boy drifts into sleep still sat holding his toy bear
As his tears start to dry
And in sleep he finds some peace

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Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 

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A smile to everything

There is more to life 
Than what it seems.
Life  filled with all forms 
of agony, misery and sorrow.
Yet we may be used to situations
Where disappointments and
 frustrations pushes us on.

But I ask,
Should this be the reason
 why we cant put on a  smile
 when the sun wakes up its sleepy head?
Should this be the reason 
why we shouldn’t take of our shoes 
and dance when the sky releases its tears?
Your guess is as good as mine!

An achievement is not making everyone happy
But doing something out of the blue to make yourself happy.
Yes! People might see you as a failure
But seeing yourself as that winner is your achievement 

Don’t give up on the little things that make you happy due to what people say
Don’t give up on your dreams because of little disappointments in life
But by believing in yourself is an achievement to lead you on to success

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Protect Me As I Sleep

Knows my real name
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
I will survive
Another day?
To wake up
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me tonight
As,I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”


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New Love

Have you ever listened to the talks of an old man?
Who was getting ready to go to never-never land
He sits and talks about his extensive life
And if married he talks about his wife

She was a magnificent woman he will say
But only if she has already gone away
For the ones that are still alive and well
These men wish they would go to hell

What is it about a woman that we love so much?
Is it their glaze or their tender touch?
We curse the earth when they are alive and well
And miss them dearly when they have gone to dwell

Then a new love does arise
That completely takes a man by surprise
He would do anything you see
Even get down on his knee

The days go by and then the years
Living through laughter and the tears
When you find the one you love the most
Treat her well even when she’s a ghost

The girl I have met I can finally see
She was the one that was meant for me
There is no anger and no pain
Only a chance to live once again

To you my dear I can honestly say
I want to be with you everyday
Even if I’m about to die
I will always love you that’s no lie

So when I am old and fading away
I will boast about you on these days
Remembering all the good we have had
Even when you were making me mad

We only have one life so it would seem
That all we can possibly redeem
Is the happiness that we have found
When one of us is no longer around

Duane A. LaChance Sr. - 2012

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God's greatest creation 
A sculpture of pure 
genius for man to marvel at
A living portrait art made flesh painted 
across the canvas of the world
Hues of brown, strokes of red, dabs of 
yellow dipping his brush in the blackness 
of space creating the first Ms. Universe
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet 
Red Seven

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woman's rant on a hot summer day

just because you see me walking down 'ho boulevard does not mean i'm for sale...
i don't have an advertising sign up inviting you to taste and see
a woman can't walk down the street in broad daylight
dressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweats 
rockin' an afro puff on a hot summer day
without being propositioned
in violation of my rights as a woman to be free from sexual harassment
and I’m mad about it
my “NO” to your obnoxious offer is real talk
and you should know the difference between what’s for sale
and what’s not on the auction block
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace
makes a woman want to carry a concealed weapon
and go blasting
could never walk the hallways
play in the yard
or even pray
without somebody bothering me
pulling on my clothes
or grabbing at me
for some sick reason
the next one is going to get a surprise
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace

~in honor of the women who have walked ahead of me...

(c) 2011 PoetryofMotion!
All Rights Reserved

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Let us make man He said
but when need arose
who was made?
...that’s were it all began
who the made
now the maid
lurk in the cold
...once an equal
who, bearer of child
seasons of travail
...times and times
wombs of nation
who the single
...a barb for aging
who the teen
trapped and raped
who father’s pride
broken in secret
abused of a blood
who the orphan
too bad i met life
who the helpless
...if only i was a man
who the widow
in sneer of foes

Who the mother
with breast so liberal
who the leader
tough triumphing
who the friend
...forever for keeps!
who the sister
...thicker than blood
who the grandma
called the witch
who the wife
faithful to the unfaithful
...a pain beyond words
who the childless
in years of tears
who the victim
no soul can bear
who disabled
why me?
who dead
screams of dearth
who the ugly
needy and wanting
who,..who else?
once the need...
now the needy!

The Broken Column

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The Love of a Woman

It is there to which a man is a man. 
There when he knows his true self. 
It is only when he has the love of a woman that he feels ten feet tall. 
It is her to which makes him feel special inside. 
There he knows he exsist and feels love. 
There he will do no wrong because of the love of his heart. 
It is the love of a woman that is special in this world. 
As I have found mine makes me feel like heaven. 
It is there my heart is filled with joy. 
Just to know you are there to share it with. 
It is the things you make me feel when I am with you as well as without. 
It is the love of a woman that keeps a man strong. 
It is there I share my life with great love of ones heart. 
But the love of a woman I have known. 
That you are my every joy because it is you to which makes me smile with excitement. 
But it is the love of a woman that makes life worthy of living. 
As with you, everyday is like heaven. 
As I have found myself with the true love of a woman. 
I have found my heart because you are all that. 
I love you so.

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To whom it may unconcern

How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
 it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the  
falseface and wipe your browmemory clean cool of
fun classics,  milling around in poor daylight
low of love compromise and mean mode
idiosyncracies obligingfor no one's 
realsake but hanging by a nose thread to a 
course coarse curve enlivened by a renal
renaissance mercury---wide base of support
newcomer setting in for the long haul given
presidence a timely sage too old for this
x@#$%* yet too youngf for climate of clipped
communication neverstrife, appealing to all yes-too
many no, too few---104 degrees FF brain on fire
dryice income shedding short circuited
sillosynapse conglomerates crazy for 
passion + lust intro infusion---two part flesh,
one part soul a pinch of carnal rich renderings.
Simmer ever slowly over a lucid lifetime at
harmony in law degrees--slowly stirring the 
emotes frequently--too many nights of uncelebrated
reruns taunt the VHF cable return whereas I
we my you life by UHF dial dimensions
captured like a worn heel on a new shoe
somewhat skuffed and worn and innappropriate
for a white wedding day.Stand in the back--hope no
anyone looks down at the foot floor and sees
my toe reflection talking--indescent exposure while
teetering on a limbscape construct--folly
like fortunes unabashed qualities go unnoticed
through ingoblame and slug selfes-esteams
balancing on a creepy catwalk of roma and
comatose initiatives that flatline at midnight
in a morbid midnight corridor--venimous intent O2/CO2
fright fraught about what yesterdays will     upbringing fixed.

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I dedicate my 2012 to the one I love most...

Ouch! I shake my hand and stare at the door knob in disbelief. 
I open the front door and wince as the scorching late morning sun burns my face. I close my eyes and think back to when I was kid, standing too close to the BBQ as Dad lit it...BIG mistake. 
   I close the door behind me and trip over my towel that had fallen in my chaotic response to the hot mid June weather. 
Confident from my recent gym ambition, I let my towel fall off my shoulder and reveal my newly sculpted body to the world as I casually approach the giant pool gate. 
I swing open the gate and walk in...that's when it hit me...SHE hit me. 
Laying on her beautifully toned tummy...I am a sucker for a woman's stomach; sensual, smooth, so full of subtle detail, the holder of life.
   I shake my head and snap back to reality in time to catch myself from nearly falling over. I lean down quickly and pick up my jaw from the ground in hopes she didn't notice. 
Her cardinal red hair up in a bun, or pony tail...I guess wildly as men do.
I walk by as stable as I can... "don't stare, don't stare, don't stare," I whisper to myself. 


   My heart beats so intense I can feel it pulsating through my temples.
I reach the lawn chairs and settle down 20ft from her. Directly diagonal to her right shoulder...her wonderfully shaped, perfectly curved shoulders.
I tell myself to look away but cannot help. 
An intense magnetic force pulls my attention to her, I try with all my being to fight it but cannot advert my eyes. I yell at my brain to drop curtains on my eyes but no response. Giving into her dream-like curved body, the sweet gently sweeping motion from the back of her neck to her luscious, tanned cheeked backside. Her legs are incredible. I continue my stare. A non perverted stare of course. I'm taken back to college art classes. The overwhelming amounts of anatomy classes and sketches...
Never had I seen such flawlessness. 
   Who was this girl laying by my pool? The most incredibly indescribable woman I have seen and yet, I had only seen half!

Just as if I was narrating aloud this profound experience, she turned over and rolled onto her back. 

Dying the darkest, ugliest death, then awaking to ALL of Heaven's golden warmth doesn't compare to when I looked into her blue-green eyes. 
Frozen in that moment in time, I had without a doubt, found the woman I knew I was to spend the rest of my life with.

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The Night I Don't Remember

The Night I Don’t Remember

I can hear the distant knocking
Three raps on the old pine boards
It is such a sunny day
Who would come to visit?
The door is so far away
Too far for me to walk
My mind is still in a haze
Too many drinks
Double shots of Jack Daniels
A young woman who spent the night
At least I think she did
I cannot remember when she left
I don’t know if she left
I never asked for her name
She is just a blur
The whole night is just a blur
Just another night in a long string
Week after week time and my life are a haze
Three more raps on the door
Who is waking me from my drunk?
I struggle to rise
I fight the urge to go bad to bed
I hold down what’s left of last night’s booze
So much effort to stop the pounding
Three more raps on the door
I want to die
I want to kill whoever is knocking
What in the hell did I do last night?
The door opens with a deafening squeal
God, why are you doing this to me?
Why did I do this to myself?
Confused as I am a man stands before me
I know him
I have seen him before
I do not remember him
Could he be Jack Daniels here to finish me off?
Holding out his hand he asks me a question
Am I going to know the answer?
He asked what I did last night
I don’t know
Was he the woman I went home with?
No, that’s impossible
I think I remember being with a woman
I don’t know
He asked the question again
My mind struggles with each word
My eyes can’t see what he has with him
Again he asks me
Again I do not understand
My mind is still lost in a universe of booze
He asks again
I understand
The cool air clears my mind
I can answer him
I can tell him what he wants to know
I don’t know why my pants ended up in his mailbox
Maybe if I see Jack Daniels tonight he will tell me
Then I will tell him 
And we will all be happy 

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Dont Hide

Don’t hide
I know you are flawed
I know…
You hide behind the imperfections
Of your very soul
Wanting the world to only see
The beauty of your face
The glimmer in your eyes
You carry yourself with grace
Beautiful in every way
Everyone in awe
As you stand tall
Your outer beauty
A cover
A shelter in which you hide
What lies inside
But I see
I see it all
Oh baby, don’t hide

Knowing your imperfection
Just makes me love you more
Your weaknesses
Your needs
You fears of being hurt
Having to be the man
That is made of steel
Not allowed to feel
To weep
To believe
To dream
Having to provide
When you just need to be vulnerable
A child
Don’t hide

I’m here
Shhhh……I’m H e r e
Come, let me caress you
Embrace you
Put your head on my lap
Let me sooth the troubles away
As my fingers play through your hair
And my arm rests on your chest
Feeling the rise and fall of your dreams
The beating of your heart
Messaging your need
To be cared for
To be freed
Don’t hide

Let it all out
Let it go
All that binds you
Let it all show
I can only love you more
When you show your need
For me…
I’m here...
Let my lips find yours
Let me kiss away your pain
Bathe your wounds
With the oitment of my love
Let me be your strength
Listen to me....
I want to find you
To move you
Command you
Lead you where you must go
Give me control
Let it all go…
Be weak in my arms
For there you’ll find comfort
I will pacify
Let me rock you
Hush now
Listen to my song
My lullaby
Don’t hide

When you sleep away the pain
Here on my breast
You will awaken…refreshed
In control
You will seek me
I will be here
Waiting to be found
Ready to be the play thing 
That you need
The toy you had to give up
To become a man

Play with me
I will not hide…
I will let you come

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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I had  forgotten them because  it was long ago
But nothing is forgotten  
It is all written in the book
The great ledger showing credits and debits
Used to think of Judgement as being 
A guy in a white beard  totting up 
The debits and credits and  then awarding 
Some sort of final gift based on the balance
Now it has suddenly become clear that
There will be perhaps a small handful of  
People from the past, now long gone,
Facing me as I approach the teller’s grille
They stop me as I try to join the line, 
And draw me aside to their small group
I can’t remember them -  but they remember me
An old woman all wet from the rain,
Two guys looking down-and-out without jobs or hope
A schoolkid with broken glasses from some class of losers
And an African child, way too thin to be healthy.
They all smiled and talked about incidents 
Where I had touched their lives somehow.
With my weekly cheque, the African had survived and become an engineer.
Glasses-kid graduated school,  grew up and found a wife in Chicago.
One old guy had died soon after I met him,
But with a warm meal inside his belly and  hope.
Other guy liked the job I got him in some recycling place.
Old woman had spent my cash on lessons for her grandson -
Every bag  of her pickled cabbage I bought on that windy wet street
Sent him to school and he earned enough to look after her
In her older years, much to her relief.
I said I was glad to see them again, looking so well.
Even though I didn’t remember them –
But that I really had to get  in line for the grille
They said listen up  - you can 
Skip the line, go straight in the white door over there,
And say we  sent you  -  you’ll be ok.

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Groove of Things

Embrace me     my lover,
Let eager fingers identify your physical boundary,

Innocently caressing every curve leaving a surmounting temptation like no other,

Satisfying even those hidden pages tucked away in your precious diary,

Lovingly kissing such divine lips,
Every hand stroke encountering a quivering body,
While lustful hands clasp onto swinging hips,

Fair warning     it will be considerably rowdy.

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My New York woman

my friend, my New York woman,
you seduce me with your ideals,
pampered with your words,
i may embellish, on how i feel,
insolence, ill mannered, improper,
my gist means no disrespect,
just to converse my feelings,
my emotions i do not regret,
you seem so wonderful to me,
so beautiful and intelligent,
a perfect woman, is what i see,
an angel is what has god sent,
to be your friend conquers my sadness,
to refill my smile, my frame of mind,
just one kiss from you stirs my passion,
my new York woman you are divine...

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Saturday Morning Ritual

Commingled human sweat permeates the atmosphere.
Grunts and clanging iron greet the ear.
Leotard clad women, without body fat, spring.
Pumped up upper bodies of tattooed men expand.

The smoothie bar dispenses recovery drinks.
Stationary bicycles travel miles, without leaving the room.
Joggers hypnotized by music turn treadmills.
The pulleys of the muscle machines sing.

The locker room calls after a brief and intense workout.
Does the fattest guy in the building have to walk around naked?
The jets in the spa remedy any muscle pain.
Relaxing, I watch an old woman pacing the bottom of the lap pool.

The heated pool is occupied by goggled children,
their swimming lessons taught by a woman in a sensible swimsuit.
They must conquer natural fear of the water,
and demonstrate proper swimming form, as parents look on.

 A steam room awaits those who can stand the intense, wet heat.
The wooden walls of the sauna room smell of eucalyptus oil.
Water thrown over hissing, heated stones creates a wall of vapor.
They say the perspiration it induces cleanses toxins.

I am not so sure……but I will return next week.

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Jack Horne

She tried on her old red sundress
and was young again.
Her figure was slim, her hair was fair
and men would buy her flowers.
She danced to the looking glass.

Her reflection was a real let down.
She had wrinkles and dimples
and rolls of lose flesh:
a caricature of the curvaceous creature
she had once been.

The woman she had been,
when the sundress was new, 
long gone: a stronger woman 
in her place. She smiled at the mirror,
the inner woman smiling back.

For Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  
Contest 'The Sundress'

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Rose Bud

Hardly would she smile
like a rose bud on the twig
reserved, shy, stealing looks
I could readily figure out
that she was a virgin ,.
Then suddenly there came a change
the rose bud bloomed
with all it's glory
spreading its redolence all around
its verdant hue transformed into the pinkish red
of a freshly kissed cheek
or the rosy sweet lips
of a beauty
It was then I came to know
she was no more a bud
but a happy smiling girl
neither coy nor shy
bold, confident and sexier
like a Rose  Bud crossed.

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Unfettered she arose my consciousness
Desirable alluring petal
Lone rose from the dirt pile
Beautiful African luscious eve

Killing me with each sway
Swooning me with every pose.

I desired her.
The prize whom all men kill and war for.
My pricey win.
The animal in me yearned,
Hence, i went chasing and I got lucky

Fortunate Adonis in heat.
My presence rooted her to the spot,
I led her up the stairs with my eyes
we made contact and we kissed.

Deeply but briefly.

We soared into a rapture of bliss and heaven.
I was trapped in rigmarole of perpetual pleasures.
Then she pushed back but clung to me
Exhilarated, she gasped in torrents.

She was red, I was hot
Boomeranged Frisbee, she fell back
And I locked her in my embrace
Stroking and caressing while she moaned and groaned.

Her hips parted, and my quest started
She surrendered her fruit for the plucking,
She deemed me worthy
With each thrust, renewed trust.

I filled her with that which she knew not
I filled her with rich warmth from within me.
And she came alive.
And we both reveled for we were full.

My unfettered endowed petite
And she stared into my eyes, into my soul,
And we shared an understanding,
Flustered alike, we lay in a heap

And she whispered feebly,
‘thank you’.

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Searching for Julia

Sandburg saw you
more than a century ago
in prairie-town Galesburg -
an old lady on the porch - 
unbothered by the whooping cries
of ball-playing boys.

Strangely, you had become a missing piece
in the jigsaw puzzle of my life
and I found myself on a quest to find you.

A caption to a missing image alerted me -
followed by a tale
of deleted files and
hard drive crashes
until a reply
from a Knoxville college - 
they had a picture of you!

A beggared five dollars later
your image arrived,
and I shared you with the world- 
so that everyone may know
the face of the woman who taught us
the importance of little things.

Julia Carney (1823-1908) is the author of "Little drops of Water".

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A Woman Stood On The Rocks

A woman stood on the rocks, looking out into the sea. In her mind she was thinking, how nice it would be, if my love that left one day, would come back to me. A woman stood on the rocks, she was feeling sad. The one she loved had left her and sailed out to sea. Before he left - he told her - when I come back my love, I want you to marry me. A woman stood on the rocks, wondering, what went wrong? Is my love lost at sea? Did he vanished into thin air, or did he just forget about me? Yes, A woman stood on the rocks, looking out into the sea, asking herself this question - why did it have to happen to me...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo To be continued

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My Angel on Earth

Born the end of Summer
         In the California sand
Where tumbleweeds 
Miles of desert sand
A heart to big 
             for Palmdale skies
Brighest green, 
                your Irish eyes
Enchanting smile like
pink roses on your face
in your sweet found grace

An Angel came from heaven
and landed in the sand.....

No one compares 
             to the heart of you
Or the purity 
               of your soul
The tragedies 
         that have touched you
Would have shred 
            most people whole

            Inner strength
       Your core like steel
            In sheer grit
            you walk tall
      Tender compassion
            bleeds for all

It flows from you
like a gentle river

          Still like a child
           you remain
       warm and giving
         Always smiling


Your astounding faith
        Your spirit of truth
               Your beauty shines 
                        Inside of you

You've saved me always
        (truest of true)
And from you came my life

You are my Angel on this Earth....

Your silver glow
           and golden smile
Shine inside of me
            Proud I am
I came from you
           and proud
I will always be...

With a delightful 
           sense of humor
and your sharp 
            and brilliant mind
You are the one 
              who lights me
with your light
         that always shined

If in my life, and path I take
I am half the woman you are
My dream in life will be fulfilled
you remain my lucky star

           I pray above
                     with pleading heart
           That I can hope to be
                       As good a mother 
            to my daughter
                         as you've always 
                   been to me

An Angel....

Born the end of summer
With the greenest Irish eyes
Desert sand,
your paradise
Heart to big for Palmdale skies.....

Dedicated to the most beautiful woman on earth
My Mother...An Angel

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When being told you're “perfect”
but that it's not enough
what can you even do
in pursuits of love?

The seemingly endless process of
meeting and greeting
sharing, laughing, loving, caring
even becoming attached to family, pets
all so that it may come to an abrupt
ofttimes one-sided end- 
it wears me down
I'm far too young to feel as drained
I'm far too young to feel as pained
I'm far too young to feel as enslaved and betrayed
by this process of courtship as I do

Those older and wiser counsel: 
Patience, waiting is never easy
The right one will come along
You're a good person with a good heart
and you've got a lot to offer
It's their loss
I already know all of that, 
but it doesn't mean I accept it
It doesn't mean a part of me
cannot fear that the one I held dear
should have been mine to keep,
mine to fight for, mine to live for,
mine to die for
But what can I do?
What can I do?

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The Bad Woman

Everyone calls her ‘bad’
I’ve never seen her sad,
She is vivid on own fad,
For her I am mad!
Her lips are tangerine from beetle stains,
Her fingertips contain henna stains,
Watching her I evaporate my stains.
When she is in pain, it really rains.
She is a dark woman, whom all hates,
She is a taboo, whom they tolerate,
I want to tear up her outer façade.
She wears a coiled “bindi” on her forehead,
She is miles away from being sacred,
Still, she doesn’t deserve this much hatred.
She chews tobacco with areca nuts,
She pops tobacco and cashew nuts,
Everybody hates the way she smacks,
Kohl pencil makes her eyes dark,
Her attitude makes her ever darker,
I hope her “bindi” glows in the dark,
She demolishes all the perks.
For her, I am total jerk.
I love her silver jewelries,
She, herself is a revelry,
I love the sound of her bangles,
I love the way her waist-chain dangles.
She beads traditional woman tattoo on skin,
She doesn’t live in anyone else’s skin.
Her forehead accumulates the power,
 She is the solo woman in sun-shower,
She is a mix of sacred and secret,
She is never a taboo,
 She is life’s hullabaloo,
 She is the hymn of voodoo!!


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Perhaps The Doors To Our Dreams

Perhaps the doors to our dreams
space   time   rambling mind
hang on cosmic hinges
restless hinges    aching hinges
in need of   hemp   opium   or fine wine

Unmoved by being in my dream
she walked barefoot over my breath
speaking languages 
from a trillion universes
unknown to me

I heard her   I called to her
I listened   and her voice
spoke to me   one word
slowly   one word at a time

Her face near my memory
her kisses   her body   our whisperings 
I held my hands out   they disappeared
a lonely finger remained   pointing

Perhaps the portals to our dreams
are hungry mouths stuck open
endlessly whimpering to be nurtured

I watched her laughing and crying
at the threshold of my tenderness   crying
slippery tears   severe tears   unreal tears
tears like smoke rings   tears like crystals
tears like rain the roses love

Gently   she lifted a red rose
to my mouth
it lived in ecstasy   
on my tongue

O Love   love   love
daylight is near
and dreams will fade
like one moist blossom after another


from my forthcoming third book
due for publication: Summer 2014

From: Stillpoint Books
Publisher: Eve Costello

©dah / Stillpoint Books
all rights reserved

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Dead silence

pictures available
we have phones
we have drink
we have all
and we try to keep us alive
because in fact we need a good woman.
and when we get home at night
turn on the light and we have no idea if something may happens too
wherever she may be
our eyes have that color
as can be love in the middle
and no
we are not so ignorant
're just blind.

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Enchantress Commander

The creature of beauty;
a curvature silhouette
with a sweet scent and tenderness
that can wittingly
lure and sedate the beast.
This Enchantress,
once sanctioned as weaker,
merely the bearer of offspring
has evolved
from a sex goddess 
into a commander,
able to rule
an army of warriors
by way of power,
remain true 
to her instinctive nature
as sensual,
the nurturer
a creature of beauty;
the woman.

by Ana Espinola Collins

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Mighty Matriarch

Resilient man

able to ward off dragons

tow glaciers

shake off venomous snake bite

scale Mt. Everest

survive desert, blizzard conditions

wage war with guilt

boast of battle;


Frail male, behold the mighty girl...

you're helpless for that female touch

hopeless in her love

reckless fire desire

Look at you boy...

needy, weak, lost

minus her embrace


toe to candy red painted toe

pitted against her

you'll not draw even

Smart Sexy Matriarch


she's undisputed

exuding power from within those brazen inferno ice eyes

she's everything and she's nothing

she's the bane of his existence

she's royalty man could not live without.

©2014 ~JSL PoetTreez Publishing

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Fresh and clean

I love the way she smells after a shower
so fragrant fresh and clean
and how she sits there
so beautiful
in her dressing gown
brushing her long wet hair
until it dry's and gleams.

Her sweet perfume fills the room
and sets my heart on fire
heightening my senses
and filling me with desire.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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October 21, 2014
Beautiful color
Rain, she shimmers
Nightfall, she sleeps under the moon
Sunrise, she opens wide and soaks
Powerful, scorching, feminine energy
Running through her blue veins
In and out, ever-changing
“Delicate” flower stands
Sequoia Tree
Firmly rooted into the Earth.
Boughs reaching to the heavens
Leaves fall
Life begins anew 
Goddess formidable and skilled

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She is a woman of  the East,

The hidden treasure of the Orient.

Her beauty is like a pearl in the ocean.

She is a woman of brilliance and glamour.

She is a typical Filipina,

The best woman you'll adore.

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Nothing is Forever

I love this woman     Only her face do I see     When we make love     It`s the way it should be     You were 18     I was 22     One night in my arms     Next day said I do     You said forever     I said the same     Believed our love would burn     Like the eternal flame     Bought a big house     For you and I     In loving arms     Till the day we die     You say you love me     You say you care     Impossible to believe     A woman with more than one affair Never love a woman     With 2 faces     She breaks your heart in all the wrong places

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Stolen Promises

As a little girl I wanted to be a ballerina
With beautiful dresses flowing freely when I spun around
Holding the looking glass close in hand
Marveling at the beauty that was to come

As an adolescent I found a helpless kitten outside
Curled up in a ball of our puppy’s fur
Instantly my dreams began to grow into a need to save all I could
Sheltering them until they were strong

As a young lady I explored my youth in every aspect
Enjoying what delight it brought savoring the bite
Gracefully walking towards my own enlightenment
Growing into the woman I have become

As a woman I’ve enveloped the best of the lessons I’ve been taught
Absorbing the significance of each and every one sought
Capturing the essence in giving unconditionally with no expectation of receiving
Cherishing the soured sweet as I learned in retreat
There is always another way
Another door
Another day

Today I need to complete the tasks at hand and those that lay ahead 
Repenting brings forgiveness
As I stand before the threshold 
While asking to spare a little time
Once more I ask

Do we fully grasp the know of when our hours begin to count
Is it then and only then
Clairvoyance shows us an understanding of just how tremendously
Precious each second precisely is

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Love is Love

I shall keep this nice and sweet
and not waste your time with my words.
Love is Love,
and Love cannot be love without love.
I love you, so why not love me?
I ask you one simple question,
Do you love me, like I love the songs of poetry
that roll off your bittersweet tongue?
Sorry to be a bother with this,
but Love is love
without love, you cannot be in love.
I love you, do you love me?

Think about what I said, and have a good day.

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My Black Barbie BeeBee

When I was young, 
My mum bought me a black barbie doll,
I wanted a white one,
I cried and tried,
to convince her to buy me a white one,
 all in vain.
she gave me no reason,
and it remained like that.


I never used to take care of Barbie,
Never used to comb her hair,
 Or dress her up,
 until one day,
When I looked at her skin,
it was like mine,
her hair,
it was like mine,
 she was beautiful,
she was like me,
black in all aspects,
she had brown eyes,
red lips and was curvacious too,
 I realised how beautiful she was 
and named her BEEBEE,


I started dressing her up,
combing her hair,
and marvelling at her beautiful black skin,
I once heard that,
The darker the berry,
the sweeter is is,
I kept her away from too much sun,
too much rain,
I took care of her,
I was so afraid,
She would start fading 
and become white or light brown,
she would no longer be beautiful,
she would lose her originality,
she looked so like me,
but I was prettier
my skin was darker,
more rich,
more beautiful.

If she could hear,
I wanted to boast,
of how I was more curvacious,
My skin was much richer,
 my eyes were bright brown,
I wanted to boast how,
I can work most night and day,
Multitask and still find time to play,
I wanted to boast of how
 I can speak my mother toungue
I can sing and dance,
I can dream and accomplish.
I wanted to boast aboutall this,
but she couldnt hear,
she was just but a plastic doll,
A beautiful black plastic barbie doll,
Her name was BEEBEE

I'm grown now,
I'm woman now,
I see now,
What mama tried to teach me in silence,
Why she refused to buy me,
the white barbie,
it taught me much,
am so in-love with myself now,
because I related with BEEBEE back then,
learnt my worth,
realised my beauty,
inside and outside,
I bet they were talking about me when they said,
the darker the berry,
the sweeter it is.

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Shade of pink

The flowers are some shade of pink, 
I couldn't really grasp the exact color because I was in a rush to get them to you,
I didn't want that color,
I wanted the color blue,
Because I really don’t love you,
Like that, 
I see you as a person I can talk to you,
Not a person that I can lay next to,
I want to break up with you,
I don’t have the courage to so,That’s why now,
I’m sitting next to you and your pink flowers,
Wishing that I have powers, 
To change myself to someone that is not a coward.

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Black Woman

Capturing me in her sexiness
her ebony skin rivals the marvels of the universe
With skin of midnight and a smile that shines like the moon
brightening up my life
Allowing me to blossom like African Violets
taking in the rays of the sun
Taking root in her fertile black soil
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet
aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher

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I would scream between midnight and four 
invisible man is dreaming of an invisible woman
she disappeared from the many-coloured screen of joy
it'd say like a sigh
on the way to Amsterdam
I call it now Anasterdam
Anasterdam - I look at a big Mysteries
saddened I predict the return through the water
I do not know on which new coast
the clear river of love will throw us out
we may find ourselves face to face with a marriage
how lucky we are (what a happiness) !
I am trembling frightened with a wedding ring
it is not easy to defeat rather old dragon
I have heard strange stories about it
if she conquer your heart
you will look like a Lady called a Big monotony

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where is the moon

the cloud wants to wrap her around
but cant find
wake her up

stars are gone
there is no sun
still the moon is hiding
wake her up

there are no layers.....there are no grounds
starless nights have made no sounds
still the moon is hiding
wake her up

6 is no time... it has no rhyme
its hard to wait behind
wake her up

she says no... where do i go..
endless roads just make no show
still the moon is hiding
wake her up

dark is the world and day is the boon
why i use torchlight when i have the moon
for all the world it is of gold
for some people it is the soul
still the moon is hiding 
wake her up

moon is always poetic it is my soul
it has a heart a vision a goal
there is a destiny of life.. to reach the moon
life is in hurry it will reach there soon 
still the moon is hiding
wake her up

moon lights the world... chases the night
it has the strength to fight the dark
it has the will to enlighten the soul
it is the strength, the inspiration the goal
how in the world does moon has no strength
moon is the soul it has the light
it has the strength and it has to fight
still the moon hides
wake her up

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Breeze part one

She's like the breeze that puts me on ease
As she massages my sixteen degrees 
Of darkness she pleases every pigment of melanin in my skin
With her cores time is limitless, yes I must confess
For even if time had a limit, I would love her until my last breath
Covered in righteousness to the universe may I express?
That my love for her is the greatest, by becoming a beam of light
So bright that the blind would gain sight, the Sun would recite 
Sweet lullabies to the Moon in the night!

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Confused, I try to find words
To describe this woman
This colossus
Yet no name, no words from my mouth,
From my books can describe her.
I pick up my encyclopedia, my dictionaries-
Long mans, Oxford, Collins and a couple of others on my shelf
Trying to find a perfect word to describe this woman- My first love,
Yet no words can fit in perfectly.
Tired, my brain saturated
Just a word and I can’t concoct one
Why worry myself to frenzy?

I rise up my tired head, eyes dilated
I look up at the wall, and boldly written on the wall is this word
Smiles settling on my face
Eyes full of life
I think I have found the right word.
But the word Hero is masculine for a person
Respected for bravery or noble qualities?
Yes! Indeed it is.
I think of the feminine word
It is “HEROINE”.
But this word Heroine; can it adequately describe
The sterling qualities this great woman possesses?
I ask myself…
No it can’t I tell myself.
In this woman I see a man
A strong hearted man
A man of integrity, a man of noble carriage
That woman in a man is no other person than my Mum.
She alone I will love cherish and adore.
I call her my HERO 
My number one HERO
My hero in a crazy world full of insanity.

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My robe

so much so I adore my robe
my openness it protects
my robe no one has it type in the whole of the globe
so soothing that I don't imagine it in the hole
my robe
my robe

imagine my robe is stolen as a whole
where in the world do i search for my stolen robe
who do I employ to investigate in the rob
my expression is not hyperbole
my robe 
my robe 

you are so dare to me
my robe

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a song for the spirit of creativity

where will i find her?
i will find her hiding
inside a triangle
humming, bent over
and sewed into
my many great grandmother's
buried, saved
for the hungriest of winters

like a swan passing
white with long leaps
shapeless spirit
who keeps
herded colors
locked inside her
bone tooth box
stars on either side

the sweetest prayers
work best with tears
i will go crying in to the night
red all over
i will go dangling my song
howl for dawn
you told me to come!
my woman drummers drumstick
is stored, come straight
a thick and sticky swaddle
for my dream children
for all the ideas in my mind

help me
hear me
i am afarid of this silent birth
geometric babies
overwhelming strength
in words
i believe in the cloud 
you float in over me
my needle
my thread
my fingers
this earth paint
every single sight and all the words combined

some say you are dead
gone with the rest of
our world hoop
i see you in the water
where you breath in the screams
of wishes
woman who you collect
drop by drop by drop
woman whose
skill is not enough for you
women whose
minds are not yet open

spirit i am aware that you presented yourself to me in my mind world last night and i am 
here to sing to this song to beg and plead for you to pity me 
prove the story my grandmother heard while inside her mother
about rainstorms
that bled glass
a steady flow
it all fell into my palm
only one woman every thousand years
here i am
it is me
shapeless spirit
you offered me the power to create
i accept

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A Blind Man's World

True love is addictive
Something many never feel
Luckily I have found a girl
Whose one heart she tried to steal

Love is unconditional
Love is? Well it’s blind
In a world full of blind people
I sure am glad I found mine

This woman drives me crazy
This woman stops my heart
With a single kiss from this woman
My paused heart begins to start

I truly believe she completes me
I’ve waited my whole life for this part
When I look into her eyes and gaze
I know it was meant to be from the start

Even though we’ve spent a lot of time apart
Every time I see her
I am greeted with a new spark

So the next time I see her
I shall try and warm her heart
By kissing her from her head to toe
And continue loving my other part

Love is surely something beautiful
It’s something not many find
The trick is just to wait
Because Love is evidently blind

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Kate's Bible Add On

And it came to pass that they ate their dinner
and that she did washeth up.
And she did leave the dishes to drain
Whilst she put on the washing machine.
and the man was very pleased.

And it further came to pass
that she gave the man some pudding
and he was more pleased.
And then it came to pass the he fell asleep
By the fire.

And the Lord God,said
who is this man that sleepeth by his fire?
And he said,I shall waken him up
And the man awoke,
And God spake unto him

How is it that the woman laboureth in ye kitchen.
And that thou sleepeth here in an armchair.
and the man said,
but Thou didst order women to labour.
And the Lord God said unto the man
Why dost Thou remember so selectively what I have said?
And the man said,
I knoweth not and therefore I will help this woman.
And the Lord God said,
Why dost thou not think of it thyself?
And the man said in reply,
It was Thou that made me,O God.

And the Lord God was displeased with the man.
so he called down a plague of butterflies
To prevent him from sleeping.
And when the woman came in
she was much pleased to see these butterflies
and so she fell onto the man
And he did make love unto her.
And the cat was very pleased.

For it thrilled him to watch humans mating
and gave him hope
That the Lord God would take his rib and make a mate for him.
And indeed it doth seem to have happened
Judging by all the cats staring in ye old window here
And by their ecstatic yelps
That the Lord God was very generous with them
and made them many mates.
For truly there is no jealousy among them
And they mate freely and happily
and never have rows about the washing they eat straight from the can.Amen

Here endeth thy lesson for today.

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The Heart of Seduction

Scent of roses and carnations, ooze
from her short flower dress;together with the smell of her body,
he finds her so irresistible. Her hair, blowing in the wind;
inviting eyes; a body shaped like an hour-glass; her voice....
all make him feel like unbuttoning her dress, and revealing
her bareness, like a flower bud opening up into a rose. 

As she sits in his car, she slowly spreads her legs and licks her lips; only the thighs 
are visible to his sight. He is put to the test; he eagerly wants to make
love to her, but possible it's not. She's his sister-in-law, and his conscience
struggles to restrain him from even looking directly into her eyes.

He feels like ice protecting its iciness, outside in the Sun; his body sweats,
fingers tremble, and knees weak. As a woman she sees the signs; she knows
it all too well.

He has reached the heart of seduction. Difficult to be faithful to his wife now....

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woman:you that give live .                                                               
                             Woman you that are wife.                                    
                                                        Woman: you that are daughter .   
Woman :you that are friend .                                                             
                              Woman how much I have to learn from you .                  
                                                       Woman how much I have to thank you
and                                                                             how much I
have to love you for being                                                               
                     A Woman................

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My someone
Is like the sun
That bears life and gives shine
She is very unique
Yet so simple

She is the reason I continue
To trod this way of life
Not that I am fast
But it suddenly came
Very magical

Sparkling eyes
Heart throbbing
Stunned by the moment
Catches the rest of me

Falls into the pit
Of my deepest
There is no one like her
For I know this is something
Not only an infatuation
More than what I feel

If only she would know
How long I hid
From the reality
That rattles my being

Don't let the night come forth
Let me be at your side
For it may be cold
Not so because I know
You're there
And especially
My special someone
Is none other than

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Life of a she vamp

My heart started thumping My blood soared fast It was time! I slowly opened my eyes And saw, Darkness surrounded me Darkness filled me up Darkness and my hunger I lifted off the cover of my coffin Stretched my limbs And climbed out It was time! Time to enjoy a good hunt Time to kill a lost soul Time to be What I am! A hungry Vampire! Once I was out of my cave The cold tickled me The breezed caressed my body It felt wonderful Oh a little bit of sex would not be refused Yet, My hunger was stronger My stomach needed to be fed If not, I would die! Here he comes A loner Lost in his dreams Lost in his struggles He walks As if he had no aim With a cigarette in his hand When I pounced on him He hardly had time to shout When I sucked in his blood Life flew in me Made me so strong and bold That even Mars recoiled Scared at my power! The body would never be found I threw it in a deep pit! I had the night all for me No more hungry I chose to dance Who knows I might even mate! Till shall arise, My sworn enemy That which can kill me within seconds The bloody sun!

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You have become a sort of curiosity
Your eyes wander up and I watch you
Gravitate toward me
Like a forbidden, foreign thing

I can’t speak
For fumbling for foothold 
I am upturned and reeling
My mouth hurts from shyly grinning

Why are you so beautifully strange?
Your hands perched on the desk beside
I lean into you as you speak,
My thoughts throbbing and body weak

Why are you so uniquely intricate?
With depths longing to be
Unfettered, eyed naked 

Somehow I fell for you with hardly any words;
I drifted into a sleep vivid and new
I was drawn like weathered moths
A moon-stricken tide—
The mournfully lost

You are an anomaly
I stand, pupils stagnantly wide  

And take you in like a dream in the night.

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moral tension: Part II

with so many people around,
why wasn’t there one person trying to
stop this malicious individual who
was wailing on this woman?

while the watcher opened her mouth &
nothing came out, the man hitting the
young woman had stopped, pulling her
by the arm along behind him back into
the crowd---the woman who had been
hit was all disheveled & weeping.

the watcher didn’t know the relationship
between the two, but she knew that 
what she’d seen had sent her into a moral
panic, wherein what she knew to be
“the right thing,” she simply had been
inadequately prepared to deliver a 
response &
this kept her up at night
for the next week or so.

at home, away from the city,
the watcher didn’t walk around as
self-righteous as she had before,
in fact, it seemed to some who knew her
that she had got right down off her
for she just couldn’t shake the memory
of that man slapping that woman so hard
that she could hear it across a crowded
worse yet,
she couldn’t shake the idea that she hadn’t
done a thing to stop it.

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Smooth Convicts

By Angeline Star

behavior of
the push-up 
bra- -

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a woman in the weeds watching the river

                                A WOMAN IN THE WEEDS WATCHING THE RIVER

you sit in the tall weeds
hidden from a world
you do not do not do not
wish to participate in.
you believe it would be easier
to live with flying cars, monkeys
who talk, breathing
under water without gills.
up ahead the river bends
to the left, the right and now
a battleship rounds into view.
you watch the sailors work
the oars.  there must be at least
twenty or twenty-thousand.
you poke your head over the
tall weeds and meet the eyes
of the woman in the crow’s nest.
this ship is doomed.  woman cursed,
a streak of blood down her legs,
down the pole, a puddle on the deck
(drink up, drink up, drink up).
you lay down in the tall weeds
and curl your body into a tight ball.
you do not do not do not
wish to participate in Olympic
sized games so you toss all your pills
into the river and the judges
give you perfect tens for form.  
you celebrate by breathing yourself 
into a world where all things are possible
impossible, real.  you drive a flying car,
you talk with talking monkeys, you breathe
underwater without gills.  you sneak aboard
the doomed ship and drink the beautiful woman’s 
blood.  hiding in the weeds, you wipe your mouth
with the back of your hand and you love, you love,

you love.

January 16, 2012
Jim Brewer

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Untamed Heart

A smile comes to my heart 
Someone’s whispering your name 
It echoed in my mind
I really liked your voice

In this darkened life few know what love is
It is confused with alcohol, looks and sex

You swept me off my feet 
I shouldn't have cared less 
But I was mesmerised by your eyes

I never wanted to settle for anything less than butterflies 
But I had this phrase confused
I was confused 
I fell in love with your face and with your soul. 

i moan
i grief 
i kiss 
i leave

hallo , why are you ignoring me
Your phones off again?
Your busy again?
I guess i should have known

I'm scared i wont get over you

Close my eyes wipe my tears
i was used

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I love you so much more than the sun in the sky
Love you so much girl, and just can't tell exactly why
To confess my love, to you, is all I wish to say
Tell you outright, at the break of each new day

Our worlds seem to align 
And it's not by design
I want you in my arms forever, to be mine
Oh love, just give me a sign

I've had none before, and well, you've had nine
But with this I am fine
To the shores of forever, with you, I will find
If you just give me some Signs

Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for
Please pretty girl, won't you open the door?
Leave me crying on the floor
Leave me girl, wanting so much more

How can lonely hearts mend?
Find others for their love to send
All across the sands of these times
Show me the way, give me some Signs

You could turn a whole life's world around
Without the utterance of a sound
You could halt his childish whines
If you just gave this poor boy some Signs

Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for
Please pretty girl, won't you open the door?
Leave me crying on the floor
Leave me girl, wanting so much more

Yet here I am, sitting alone and broken
No words to you have been spoken
Why am I so shy? Where did the days go?
Oh how they fly and Oh how you glow
Nothing left to do now, but wait for new Signs

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N Love With U

 What woman has failed to recognize your shine, your beauty from within each bar, your strength? She must have been foolish not to have seen what I have found.  My eternal flame that will never cease to burn, engulfing your knowledge.  You are more then just average, more then just bars and hooks, you are a radiant light, a breathe of fresh air that has allowed me to breath, relax and release.  Supreme being it is a blessing to dwell in your presence... Our bond can never be broken no matter who exist in our inner circle, we remain as a reflection of the sun that other ear's are too sensitive to embrace.  It is misunderstood yet my love is relevant and essential to have in similarity to life, love and respect for the art.  Who was she that has denied the voice of kings and queens crowned with every element not known to man but ordained by a higher power.  Captivating the heart of a woman such as I.  We were soul mate's even before eye's had the pleasure to embrace.  Vibrations in your voice touched every part of me, with every verse you had a chance to recite captivated and locked under your spell as time brought forth the realization of a culture that I belonged to, a mental stimulation nation. You complete and free me from the stress of everyday life, for me you battle the ill street bullies. Beat and break the chains. Your rhyme's untangle me and walk through my mind like a lyrically exercise... So I dance RESTLESS in connection to your cypher and color graffiti. Casting out the fake one's who speak in your name but they are lames, I know you by your name HIP-HOP!!!!!!

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I am a Woman

I am a woman, and hatred is my middle name
The hate stubbed in me
By the person who should have loved me
The man so called Daddy

I am a woman, and hatred is my middle name
Who is never allowed to run free
Always compared, always asked to do his way
And even got my first love kicked out of our door

I am a woman, and hatred is my middle name
And life does not treat me well
Only leading me from one disappointment to another
Waiting for a hero to come and get me out of hell

I am a woman and hatred is my middle name
I found the hero, after 18 years of pain
But alas, he has chosen another woman
Instead of me, the first love of his

I am a woman and hatred is my middle name
I try so hard to hurt her for taking my hero
She who took my man's heart
The heart that should’ve been mine

Yet, the thing I don't realize, I hurt him more than her
Cause she is the light of his life and I have taken it from him
Making him a dead man walking with a big hole in his heart
A hole that I cannot fill since it belongs to her

I am a woman and hatred is my middle name
Now I am dying from my own cause
The stupidity of thinking and assuming
That I am hurting her when in fact I am killing myself.

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The Social Theology Article of Faith
Social Theologist and Founder Ms. Verlena S. Walker is sending a message of prayer and worship for all to covenant via the therapeutic form of creative writers for the longevity of humanity through a greater determination and the norms of the omnipotent whom is God. Our Faith is Social Theology. Our Temple is DomKirk. Moreover, our belief is to covenant via the therapy of creative writers for prayer and worshipping of the omnipotent God who has given us life determined to greatness.
Our Creed states that…
1. We believe in one unity of the body as a theological vessel of the Modern Day Bible that is prophetic through our destiny and not spoken of by the written word until the truth has been shown and heard. 2. We believe in one unity of the body as a vessel of the omnipotent God for holistic purposes to deliver righteousness to those who have been falsified through others’ wrongness. 3. We believe in one unity of the body as a passage [way] of the omnipotent God to deliver righteousness to those who desire to be saved.
There are seven [7] sacraments to this Article of Faith.
1. Grace and Honor: Unto the omnipotent God, I give grace and honor. 2. Prayer of Deliverance: Unto the omnipotent God, I pray for deliverance. 3. Spiritual Worship: Unto the omnipotent God, I worship with mind, body, and soul. 4. Faithfulness: Unto the omnipotent God, I bequeath faithfulness in following “The” and adhering to his Holy Word. 5. Wholeness: Unto the omnipotent God, I offer the wholeness of one unity of the body through holistic means. 6. Togetherness: With the omnipotent God, I am one. 7. Fulfillment in Belief: For all is in my belief that the omnipotent God is the creator of humanity in which in [my] purgatory I am ready for Heaven.
~Hallelujah Amen!~
________________________________| ~Penned April 29, 2014!~

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We Burn

The world can freeze
but we can burn 
me and you

the world is wrong 
but you and I 
can make it right

This is our world
made to embrace
and to forever chase

Let's stay warm 
just a day
there is this moment
no matter if it's our last

Long is the night
short is our flame 
that burns so bright

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Days Gone By

    She stands upon the castle tower,
long ebon locks caught by a playful wind.
Green eyes gaze across the court yard,
at the first fingers of dawn touching the horizon.
She espies two small clouds of dust,
one from the east and the other from the west,
growing larger as they draw near the castle.
Even now she can see her two suitors approach.
One ,wearing all black,a void
stealing all the light ,
as a thief might take the rays of the sun.
She smiles ,and the other,
Dressed in the purest silver,
agleam in the suns rays.
The Black Knight will ask for her hand.
 He will stay out with the boys at the pub drinking,
then wenching,beat her,and never treat her as a lady.
The Silver Knight will ask for her hand.
He will hold open doors for her,
bring flowers to her,show kindness,
and treat her like a princess.
Once again she smiles ,
this is no decision.
She will choose her Silver prince,
to be treated as a lady ,as any woman would wish.
She runs to the stairs leading down,her last thoughts
why would any woman not wish to be treated as a lady?
Why would any man mistreat one of God's greatest gifts?

                               Where have the days of chivalry gone.          

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A True Man's Love

When a man loves a woman he will treat her like a queen

When a man loves a woman he will stick by her side no matter what

When a man loves a woman he will never put his hands on her for she is to be treasured like gold

When a man loves a woman he will do whatever he can for her

When a man loves a woman he will make sure she is safe at all times

When a man loves a woman he will respect her and her every wish

When a man loves a woman he will treasure her heart and carry it with him where ever he goes

When a man loves a woman he will always be loyal and honest with her

When a man loves a woman he will tell her everyday how much she means to him

When a man loves a woman he will tell her everyday how beautiful she is

When a man loves a woman he will tell her everyday how much he loves her

When a man loves a woman he will never stop loving her until the end of time

For this is a true man's love and it lasts forever because there is no end

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despite the sign
“No peddlers here”
a woman rang at my door
 “I only want to ask you just one  simple question”

normally  I would say 
"I don’t socialize with interviewers"
I am never the reason
they  will have a rise
of completed inquiries 
usually I tell them polite
the right thing to do
from my kind of view

this woman 
looked right inside of me
with her sparkling eyes
YOU should go for this”

I have a survey called 
“the impact of a hammer  however not on a brad …”
and she  waited briefly
while I was thinking
“is this happening”
“this is really weird” 
asking a question that dumb

she finished her line
“ but on your thumb”

after listening
and realizing
what she said
intuitively I thought 
“No way”
I wanted to decline
my cooperation to this survey

this woman 
looked right inside of me
with her  sparkling eyes
“Let me continue,
"You know I am not mad" 

“Let me please surprise YOU”

I asked her
“What is this all about?”

she said completing her sentence
“for the sake of this survey
I have to ask you first”

“Would you please describe to me
the feeling
just after your thumb
has been beaten
by a hammer?”

Now I knew
for sure
no more questions I would answer
not even a few
this woman
with her sparkling eyes
is really crazy. 
how do I get rid of her. 

she was persistent 
she explained
what the survey was really about
and I found out she wasn’t 
telling a “trained” story

“a  hammer can hit you
or someone else
and it might look the same 
it is not the hitting
causing the difference
it is that feeling of yours
which is
of course the reason 
for feeling and dealing
your way with your  pain”

this woman 
looked right inside of me
with her sparkling eyes

“ Now you know 
all the how's and why's 
you are obliged to yourself
to finds ways
to recover from your pain
your life will never be the same

she was a wise woman
telling me
what a fool I was
for a short 
but allowed
amount of time

Or not?
I was wise enough
to answer the door 
and find out more…. 

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012.

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In Retrospect

My mother told me, as a child, how diverse a woman had to be.
She stated from this diversity solidarity could be found.
Woman, as a leader, confronts the world in a liberated form.
She is to say what is necessary and carry on.
If there seems to be no forum, one must develop for her in a man
political arena. 

My mother did show what occurred during her youth.
Formation is of a new school.
This thought gleams and is The School of Social Theology.

Today's woman shines.
She is in every facet of life.
Her statue stands strong with strings of living being in her loving smiles 
and unwanted frowns.
If she fatigues, she rest easily and tomorrow she advocates just as hard 
knowing she must get the job done.

I am the woman I speak of and I know many like me.
A new generation with no dream denied, activism we define.
To take this any further would state that a fight against Social Injustice is 
a fight for Social Justice!

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Baby Girl

I write this  for my sweet Baby Girl,
    Who means more to me now then anything in this world .
How she can make me smile and laugh out loud,
    Never has a woman ever made me feel so prideful & proud.
These dreams I have of her each and all of my nights.
    Awakens me every single day feeling so good and right .
For so many years I have waited for this day ,
    Finally a woman that makes me feel this way.
So filled with so much joy as my heart constantly glows,
    And those who see me will never doubt this  I know.
This beautiful and most wonderful Sweet Baby Girl,
    Is all I will ever want or need in this whole world. 

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pg 13 psycho chick

this chick i met at the store one day trying to sell me a jar or raspberry jam.
She said i looked familar.I said she looked familiar to
Elementary school.Third grade.Mrs brown was are teacher.
This girl always sat alone during lunch and at reccess .
Never had i realized how pretty she was so i asked her out to lunch.
When she said yes then trouble started spewing.
She hasnt stopped cutting her meat and shes putting splenda in her sprite drink.
When she speaks shes telling me all the names of her exs in alphabetical order and how it was always them and never her.I seriously doubt this ecspecially when she askes if id like to have a threesome with her sister.
I dont know how this psycho chick got me on date two.Shes pretty and all but thats all shes got too.
Sex is ackward.She insist her dog be in the room.She laughs hysterically the whole time and sleeps through the rest.
On date three i let her go gently.She said shed never forgive me and that i was by far the worst ex she ever had.I thought thank goodness for that.
On friday she called me and said all was forgiven.I asked her how she got my number?she said your mother gave it to me.By the way her name is smidgen isnt it.
I told her it was over.My temper started rising.
she said she didnt mind as her fifth ex was taking her back.I said good luck with that.
Never saw her again but that psycho chick still talks to my mother who says i should have proposed.I tell my mom if only you knew what that psycho chick put me through.

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I remember

I Remember

I remember .....
when a woman cups her breast not in passion
she uses a softness, 
a lightness that is alien to me.
It fills me with wonder, 
and the bitter sweet heart ache of a need to protect her
from all hurt.

I remember .....
once, in the end days of a love dying, 
the woman did this.
And the bitter sweet heart ache became unbearable
when I realised I was the cause of much of her pain.
The conflict within me was so intense, 
I thought I might go mad.

I remember .....
I remember strange things

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I Got IT! A Poem of Religious Humor

I may not be the finest of the finest, 
but I still got IT
I may not have the bling or swaggard, 
but I still got IT

IT been around for a while
ever since Adam said to Eve in the first poem
ever to be spoken

	"You are bone of my bone 
	flesh of my flesh
	you are my! woman
	because from me you were taken"
	Genesis 2:23

Then God say to Adam 
	"Leave me! your father and mother
	Keep your woman and become one flesh"
	Genesis 2:24

I am a woman taken from a man
and still got IT

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we see the poor erupt with little provocation
how many days in a mud hut can count as living?
children sick fear primary emotion
can turn to anger and then action
too many lies
will turn a head
to justice

False hope and many deaths will follow
but a woman can stand 
and think of crowds destroying holy ground
and weep without solice

a man can work until his hands bleed
and not have enough for his family
it takes its toll this endless 

even faith cannot carry a woman through
when her child is dying
empty promises ignite 
when her husband is suffering
hands bleeding
broken on the ground

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stay with me

I want you to stay with me
I want you to remain close
But if you want to get away from me
Then I will let you go

Only stay if I’m the one you love
Be with me if I’m the one you want to be with
Don’t stay with me just because
Do it because I’m who you love and you don’t want us to be an opportunity missed

Don’t stay with me for fear of being alone
You will find another man
But don’t break-up with me one the phone
That’s not something I could understand

I think this is just the start
You think we’ve ran our course
We both have different hearts
You need to be faithful to yours

I won’t beg you to stay with me
I can’t make you love me
I hope you’ll spend another day with me
And show me you want me in the way you hug me

If you leave 
I’ll move on
We’ll both need time to grieve
But a fresh start we’ll both get a new one 

I won’t beg you to stay with me
I won’t force you to go
It takes 100% from 2 people to make a relationship
That’s something you should know

I won’t call if you go
I won’t beg you to come back
Only stay with me 
because you want to, is all I ask 

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Truth Through You

The all knowing,
showing our hidden
secrets of
deep crushes;
that boy in the back row with
long blonde dread locks,
snowy-blue eyes,
with hands that sweat
when he is called upon by the teacher,
though only you recognize this fact.
Or that girl,
always wearing chains
hair black and red,
too small to be recognized;
I don't think she cares.
They shatter our hearts,
when they promptly decline the return
of love.
Secrets of
hidden pasts,
the world; turns black.
You never realize the
the way your body,
without the help of your logic,
but the help of your daytime thoughts,
your desires,
shows your heart,
your basic wants,
your needs,
like the loves you want,
and the true feelings
of those
closest to you;
love, hate, jealousy.
As you are
as deep as an ocean
with your
shining subconscious,
with love,
like the sun's early morning beams
on a calm blue ocean.
You have more to hide,
than a cursed vampire,
always running from the truth,
though you are not he,
but a waiting woman,
beautiful in sight,
unforgettable in thought,
for the vampire steals your knowledge;
ensuring you that you are safe,
forcing you to relive those
pain filled moments
so that
he can
with the past
and future.
But you've already given
to him
the symbol of your sincerity,
through a promise.
A promise to stay with him,
to make things work,
solving each problem,
fixing every broken part,
a promise to,
in the end,
be together,
I take them easily,
from your willing hands,
your previous thoughts,
and the love you give me.
So when, that night,
me basking in the
bright light
of my favorite computer game,
battling others on the
fields of justice,
the League of Legends,
and you gradually rolled over
opened your eyes, glistening,
impossible to miss
even in the
dark, enclosed room,
and you ask of me,
with thoughts of purity,
"Come to bed,
I want to sleep next to you,
feel your warmth"
I lost myself in you,
and even though I wasn't tired,
I wrapped up in the large
warm blankets
draped my arms softly over you,
and lost myself to my own Subconscious,
in hopes you will see,
through the most inner parts of
what makes me,
that I truly, truly love you too.

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For Love 2

U have said that i am a little jewel
u have said u would wrap me in ur arms
u would never let me go
u want to feel my body beside u

U have called me ur little sweetheart
u have said no woman has ever cried for u
u know now that i cry for u every day
u know now that my heart cries for u eternally

U have called me ur little honeybee
u said go back to sleep my little honey bee
u know that i cannot sleep unless u are sleeping also
u know i need your dreams to keep me safe in the night

U have called me beautiful, wonderful, sweet
u have said u never loved a woman more
u have said u will spend ur life with me
u know i dont feel worthy of this love

U have suprised me more than anyone i have ever known
u have been more loving, and giving, and thoughtful
u have held ur breath for me and i for u
u have my heart and i will wait forever for yours.

u have said u dont deserve my love
u hear me say its the other way around
u stand guard as i fall into restless dreams
u take care of me when i fall

u are the friend that listens when i cry
u are the family i thought i lost forever
u are the hope that life is made of
u are the love i could have never imagined.

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She is dancing on top of the pole,
Wearing only a pair of shoes.
Lights are turning on and off,
Owning the eyes of  Evil's crews.

In the corner a man bowed his head.
Enjoying the pleasure of a vodka drinks.
Waiting for the moment to end,
And plead to a woman for an hour of seat.

He is a typical guy from a downtown...
Everyday visits  and watching  her afar.
Never aware of love will grow...
Dreaming that someday he take her home.

But who will treat her like a beautiful flower?
The question hanging on her thoughts.
A broken glass that isn't fixable,
Who has the courage to reborn her soul?

She is a woman,dancing on her shoes.
Lights are turning on and off.
His man is sitting,waiting for his turn.
Praying that  her woman  wear  his ring.

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Free Fallin'

My desicion was made. I wouldn't allow myself to be controlled. If that makes me a rebel, then let it be. I'm a Rebel. At least I can Make my own choices now. I can love and care about others. "You are here by stripped from your wings." Then it was like someone had bound my wings and pushed me off a cliff. it felt like forever. til finally i reach the ground. When i hit, it felt like everybone in my wings had shattered. I had fallen. and It hurt so bad. but it was worth it.

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The Odd Couple

The evenings are getting chilly
Time for the woolly socks and trackies to come out
My body is strange at the moment
It’s the coming of Winter
Yet my fan is still my constant companion
I sleep out on the lounge
I’m finding the bed too uncomfortable
What I have is called ‘Menopause’
It’s the changing of life
From what…I do not know
So while I’m rugging up at times
I’m trying to cool myself off at other times
The sweat stays at the back of my neck
My hair all wet
Meanwhile my daughter is in her room
Winter P.J’s and heater on
What an odd couple we make.
©copyright Juanita Torr

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She Looked Into His Eyes

She looked into his eyes,
Sought and found that which he hid
From all the world;
She came to know that he Loved her,
She smiled and talked to him,
He was mesmerised by her charms:
She seemed Free--Free from the World--
He tried looking away,
But couldn't--
Did what she asked him to,
Except that she couldn't get him
To move away from her now...

So one fine day,
As he held his breath,
Watching her dab the tip of a knife
Into that Bottle labelled 'Sweet',
He knew her Sweetness
Was beyond all doubt:
She smiled at him,
Looked into his eyes--
A tear drop seemed to form in hers--
Those beautiful, brown eyes..

While this happened, she told him to be careful,
"I don't want you to get hurt", she said.
He didn't understand,
She didn't explain. Only smiled.
Then, thrust the knife into his chest!

She backed away, dropping the bottle:
It now read, 'Poison'--
She cried to herself and ran away.
He didn't stop her:
Just remembered her beautiful smile,
Closed his eyes,
Rolled down softly to the floor,
And fell into an eternal,
Blissful sleep.....

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the woman I am

before I was the woman I am 
I played in a dusty garden
between the rusty cars 
and lavender 
and made the world my own

the grass was high
and the sky
held the hum 
of a solitary plane
and the buzz 
of foraging bees

before I was the woman I am
I held my children to me
and for a while
they played and sang 
under sun filled skies
and saw the seasons change

the breezes blew
and brought new
life to where the
leaves had fallen
and unhurried 
beetles scurried

and now I am the woman I am
but not the one you see
but if you're still 
you'll hear my voice
in the spider scuttling. 
or in the sea bird's call

and know me
in the traffic's thrum
or on the open road
trees blurred against the blue
each day with promise new
this world I made my own

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An uncommon alpha b poetic thread we weave

When writing righting poetry proceed with the following corporeal caution:

assimilate before u ass assume
build before u buldge
concentrate before u copulate
deride before u dicktate
engulf before u envelop
fantasize before u fragment
grasp before u germinate
hallicunate before u hypocrate
imagine before u initiate
juxtapose before u jauntilate
literate before u luminate
memorate before u mentorate
nuture before u negate
obligate before u obliviate
postulate before u prostitiute
question before u query
resonnate before u recreate
sonitate before u saturate
tintilate before u translate
utililize before
Xpectorate before u Xstinguish
yuletides before u yelltides
zoneify before u zilchify
it's all in the mission of word wise portrayl
of a mindful sour sequence of alphabet 
anomalies grammar given and humoheld in
a grand garnered elementary entrailed
existance teacher tilt trended to a 
mellow mystic grandeur of let me be me in a time 
when I/me was a boring blend of boyish bother
to all around me and time spent was to inculcate
myself into an artsyfartsy minimammal of intertwined
mealymouthed measure of pre white trash tinsure
trying to find the holy grail of boyhood benign banality trying
not to succomb to impregnating my 8th grade girlfriend
with streetsmart gonadial groovy greatness guided by degraded
inacquaricies from a teen trotting hormonal hack brother
who lived his life between the legs of others. (No father included) 
I savored the insanctity of him and kept it in my pants until further notice
and then had to be coaxed agressively upon annointment after marriages
annoyed. I then procreated to a purposepoint proper designated to
choicechosing the astrosign compaticosimco with the signs at mind, and 
holy fecal matter, it worked wised with wanton willfuness,  
thank God for 911 and. Save me Jesus.  

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This Is For You A Certain Woman Once Said

This is for you a certain woman once said                                                                                           To a certain man                                                                                                                             It's called a chambered nautilus                                                                                                           Looks like a sea shell to me the man said                                                                                      The woman laughed at the man and then with him                                                                      And later that day they made love while it rained                                                                              The man uses the chambered nautilus as a paper weight now                                                     And Because she said it's chambers were symbolic                                                                            Of the lives they'd lived before

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Late evening, in the sunset
by the white gate,
and leaning on some other railings painted blue
I saw her yet again,
her eyes focused on the twilit meadow,
last time by the river,
she was one of the few that men marry and stay with
year after year after year, in love.

From out the shadows
I watched her watching the swallows 
swooping in low flight, and wondered
where is my love again tonight.

A ring of daisies
entangled in her hair
and round her waist a rope of yellow buttercups,
how could I leave, where could I go
for in that dim-lit moment I wished to be in her, 
to lose myself in her,
take up my widowers weeds and die in her.

Two forms, one soul
in the late evening sunset, by the white gate,
leaning on some other railings painted blue.

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Being a woman is a gift.
Whether you’re black, white, red or blue.
It doesn’t matter as long as you are you.
Being hurt and punished by the men you love.
Is it their fault you f**ked with no glove?
Beaten, bruised, obeying all his rules.
Why not just refuse; refuse to be his slave, refuse to be his punching bag, refuse to be his last choice.
It’s time to stand up and raise your voice.
Tell him whose boss and why you took it all.
Remember the time he f**ked your best friend
Remember the times he said
“Baby I’ll be there until the end”
Remember the beatings, burns, cuts and bruises;
It’s time to tell him who loses.
Be the woman who can stand on her own two feet.
Be the woman who refuses to be with a man and be beat.
Life is too short to stay locked down
He continued to knock you down 
But its time to get up and get off the ground.
You’re free to be the woman you were meant to be…

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A woman with numerous names

You are a woman, with numerous names –
Street Walker,
Lady of the night,
a sex worker???

Bird of prey -
eyed by predator pimps, 
numerous numb nights 
spent in bleak brothels,
flocked like cattle in filthy sheds,
Time-etched face -
worn-out profane beauty 
concealed in mask of makeup
lures lewd customers
to satiate their lusty appetite
in the jungle of devouring groins.
Whirr of rickety wall-fan drowns in
cacophony of coughing customers
caricature of intercourse doodled on cracked walls 
painted with betel-nut spatter stains…
Blemished ruffled bed and
stink of semen-soiled sheets
mingles with fumes of cheap liquor 
and whiff of stale cigarette stubs.

Your wasted life – 
a snapshot of soiled images,
a tarnished tapestry -
smeared and smudged
with sexually transmitted diseases.
sheds tears of anger, hurt and deceit
for the relics of 
dreams of a dignified life…

I would rather call you -
Mother of manifold miseries
Sister of silent sufferings
Daughter of decaying despair
Wife of worldly woes!

Yes, you are still to me -
a woman with numerous names
and weeping eyes…

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Beauty within Chaos

She is the beauty amidst all of the darkness,
and my sanity when surrounded by chaos.
Every part of my being cherishes Her perfect flaws,
and even on the worse day I wouldn't let this love go.
We see the darkness in one another,
and we both never give up.
Some call this madness, we call it love.
This love, however complicated,
It is the purest you will find.
It is a disease of the mind and body,
but has the antecdote for the heart.
She is the one, She is my only,
my motivation, my encouragement,
my reason.
The sun, the warm feeling on your skin,
that is Her smile to me.
Her eyes, like glancing at the most beautiful oceans,
bring me to my knees without hesitation.
My best friend, my lover, my peace within.
When my heart bleeds out,
She is there with the needle and the thread.
I hope I could be so fortunate to leave this life before Her,
a selfish desire,
but I could not bare to take the breath I would have to take without Her by my side.
She has given me the most precious joy in my life,
Our son, who holds my heart.
For that alone I owe her my forever.
My forever I will give her.
She is the beauty amidst all of the darkness,
and my sanity when surrounded by myself.

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The Woman in Spiked Pumps

The woman in the spiked pumps 
frail and calloused... her red 
feet slide under the table kicking
her shoes off as she sits alone at the 
bar for a smart martini.

The woman in spiked pumps 
pale, ivory skin and the blue light 
swirls in her eyes... feeling her 
body rise and fall. Only moments
ago she was dancing alone, slowly,
with a crimson scarf, her feet numb,
ignoring the pain.

The Woman in the spiked pumps 
with broken feet the sign of dignity...
and pride to suffer for the cause of
being an attractive woman with legs. 
She reaches out to Him in a circle 
of snakeskin, so frail looking for 
someone young and strong to fill 
in the details.
Another cocktail and off they sail 
into a vivid dream that shocks 
them into a greater void. She floats
up the broken staircase to find a lonely 
room with two dark shadowy figures

Forbidden rage deep within, emotions
impaled. The Women in the gray 
snakeskin dreams so frail, waiting 
for their future, hearts pale while
freeing themselves from the dream.

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God's gift to men

God saw what he created and was 
Pleased but with pity he looked upon
the lonely Adam and said a man needs
a companion like the angels with compassion
who will be there when he feels abandoned. 
And a light to him in the darkness. 

God therefore formed a woman from Adam’s 
ribs to remind men both were created from dust
and are to become one flesh.The man was pleased 
with God's precious gift as she filled his world with
passion and taught him commitment and dedication.
She became his hope after the fall and no more did 
the man battle the war alone but with the woman he
became a complete soul.



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The sun touches the edge of the horizon
The sky lit by the moonlight 
The stars scattered on the canvas up above
The silhouette of your face is all I see
I love you are the words whispered to me
Holding my face in his hands
His lips pressed against mine 
With a slight slip of his tongue 
He consumed me
His hands touch up and down the sides of my body
“You are my everything” he said
“I want to make you mine forever”
Dwelled inside of me
In my hands I grab his body
I pull him even closer to me
My fingers begin to roam about his masculinity
Passion flows throughout my body
It quivers at his touch
Finally the day is here

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The Waking Nightmare

I dreamt a dream,
So horrible and cruel,
That my screams echoed through the house,
The sight of the the men in dark cloaks,
Struck fear into my soul,
Though I did not know why,
Until I seen the woman,
Her body bruised and mangled,
Her deep green eyes filled with tears of agony and dispair,
Her hair, which had once been long and silky, 
Now was rudely chopped and tangled,
One of the men in cloaks began to speak,
And as he spoke another man poked te woman with something sharp,
I heard her screams,
I saw her blood,
Then I saw the brutal man, tie the woman up, 
I did not understand why,
It seemed so wrong,
The crowd in which was gathered, 
Stared in a uneasy, fearful silence,
The only sound being that of which the men in cloaks made,
When they lite the fire beneath her feet,
I heard myself crying out, telling them to stop,
I felt someone grab my arms,
My screams echoed hers as the flames licked her flesh,
They tried to drag me away, 
As I struggled, I watched her die,
Burnt alive,
The crowd disappeared, 
Staring at me with knowing eyes,
I suddenly knew, 
The next woman to be burned,
Was myself.

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Transient Plateau

(To her, who will never read this.)

Her hooded heart shields her from getting soaked by any sort of lustful rain 
She is impenetrable by any weakening feeling such as affection or commitment
She’s got everything but nothing and nothing to lose but everything
She’s the same way all of the time, only seeing me part of the time
They always seems to crave what I’m not, and misinterpret what I am
And I’m beyond remembering why I chase her storm
That map in my brain that used to have a direct route 
To my serene plateau, in which she would be gleaming there
With an open mind of who I once was and who I will or will not be
Upon the time of my arrival, has vanished without any footsteps or trail
No sense of direction to guide, no sweetness to taste
No words to explain, no answer for the question why
I’ve forgotten what I was supposed to remember
But still remember what I was told to forget
The flesh carvings of cannibalistic chemicals in my brain
In which my thoughts are subdued, make it difficult to adhere to
Any sort of anthropomorphism of the transient ghost that I was in a time when
The world was the same but everything was submerged in jubilation and not dreariness
A time when she thought of me as a man she might just keep…

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A Woman

A, Woman, such a loveable gift from my Lord
			           The womb of this world full of nourishment
			           Placentas-n-umbilical cords ultra glamorous
			           Valiant, valuable-n-valorous
			           My nature is amorous to her clitoris
                                                 Sexual enjoyment, an admirable adornment

A, Beautiful torment, my missing Rib in a womb I once lived
                                                 I’m 4 ever indebted to your nourishment
                                                 I once was a kid, now I’m a man

But, since birth I fell in love with the most
             Beautiful being on Earth
                   A, Woman

A man’s world, but a woman’s nation
Let’s multiply this population
A, truthful statement, I love my Woman

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A Fluttering of Wings- Part II

Please Read Part I before reading this! Thank you! :)

Days and nights merged
Into a stupefying timelessness
How long had it been
Since she had burned his flesh
With her body
Since she had burned his heart
With her escape

He caressed the white feather
Pulled it across his lips
Smelling the scent of her
That lingered
Cursing himself for being a fool
For taking the chance
For believing

He angrily brushed
At the lone tear
That escaped from his eye
A mournful pilgrim 
Searching for redemption
Across expanse of his face

At that very moment…
The silence was broken
By the faint sound
Of fluttering wings
That grew louder
There at the door
Of his gilded cage

He didn’t trust himself to turn around
But he trembled...
He trembled when he heard the sound
Of the closing of the door
And the turning of the key in the lock
Still he did not turn around
Her scent spoke to him
Of her ever nearing closeness
Till it enveloped him
And her warm breath
caressed the back of his neck
And then…before he could turn around
His still rigid form was enfolded
In the fluttering of her wings

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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As the party dies down
and the beer has been drunk
we sit together on the couch and talk.
Her lips move
but her eyes speak.
I lose myself in their conversation.
Her fishnet covered leg finds me.
She doesn't move it and I'm glad.
"Why is the beer gone?"

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to be a single woman in
america & aging to boot,
one must have breasts that sing to
the air (that never fall, that never
sag, that never do anything but
what the magazines show on
their covers).

to be a single woman in america
& aging, one must have an ass that
is firm (never dropping, never getting
too big, never getting too small,
always looking perfect in the tightest 
of clothes, never doing a thing but
what the magazine covers say).

to be a single woman in america &
aging, one must have lips so lush that
they make one dream of the juiciest
fruits---they must have eyes that sparkle
like the sky or make one dream of the
deepest seas, all out of obligation to
whatever the magazine covers say.

to be a single male in america &
aging to boot, 
one must have pockets that jingle,
that are flush with cash, that hold
a checkbook that never runs out of
checks---one must have a bank account
that makes Fort Knox look like a 
Pez dispenser, so that they can make it
rain in the driest of places, 
abiding by what all the magazines 

to be a single male in america & aging,
one must have property, one must have
assets, one must have a house in a different
area code gaining rental money, an apartment
in a tropical area, a mansion in the hills &
a place to “get away” from everything else,
hidden in an undisclosed location---
just like the television reveals, 
just like all the playas in the videos &
the movies.

to be a single male in america & aging,
one must have a full head of bustling hair,
abs that one can scrub wet clothes on to
get off the dirt (or that can help whittle down
wood when one can’t find a knife),
one must have a gluts that can have quarters flipped
off them & biceps that can wrap around
& crush like the strongest python (bench twice
your weight, jump high, run fast, squat squat
squat & save the goddamn world)---
just like on the big screen.

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To Her, From Me

You’re such a beauty and always willing
Your gaze itself is oh so giving
Without a mask you came to see
What rightfully would and should always be

And here we stand our fingers locked
How can the world look on so shocked?
To know that you found happiness
Wouldn’t you know, it’s priceless.

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Admitting that I don’t 
Still care even though it’s not fair
to be without everything
that made me 
exactly what it was to feel
what it was to be real
and now I don’t care anymore

Like the hands on a clock change 
Arms roll loose and free
Never knowing what to grab
Or to even believe in me
To catch a fall from a distance
Even though it’s right next to me
You still can’t believe 
I’d be there for every instance

Rollin like eyes on a face 
too bad the smile’s fake 
showing  mistakes
never seeing through to the truth 
but the words can’t lie 
when it makes the features
turn, to a painful time

Cause the thought remains				
Of how it’s never the same									       How I changed my ways
In these turbulent days
I can’t face now what’s in store
Cause there’s always gonna be that much more
Waiting, and hiding, 
Behind every curve
Like the moonlight
Sitting on the edge of your nerves
Shattering hopes and dreams
And revealing what’s not anymore

When the light shines green
its just to deceive
Even though it’s against
Everything you’ve seen
It’s dark 
Inside the heart
Filled with stains from yesterday’s rain
Leaving what’s left in the distance
And never feeling what’s real anymore
Try to look past the stage, of the rage
Knowing full well that
In this world we dig our own graves

Take me, I can not fight myself
Stretching, a life’s worth is just too much
Saddening, to run from my old self
Causing, a stigma in my eyes 

You hear a chime
Lost in age, 
A match to a time
Before May
When everything was safe

Take everything with a grain of salt cause
In the end it’s no one’s fault
Like assault
On a memory fading in the wind
No matter what it’s still a sin
Just roll with the punches kid
It’ll all turn round in the end

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Dalaw ng pangungulila.
Pilit na ipininta sa kwadro ng gunita...


libo't saring paro-paro...
samyo ng bulaklak, awit sa pandinig nito.
hamog ng hanging amihan, butil nito'y sumibol
kumislap, umakit...

...naghihintay sa dampi ng halik! 


hamog na umusbong...
sa loob ng salaming di matinag


ahhhh...pilit kumakawala...
sa kulay ay nagliliyab
pag-isahin nawa... hamog niya ay bigyang laya! 

Inner Whispers

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Labels, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Girl, teenager, young adult, woman
Hispanic, Latina, Puerto Rican
Sister, aunt, godmother
Lesbian, woman of color
How important are these labels?
Why use them to define myself?
Better, use to be boxed within brackets
Brackets many times use to oppress me and those a like
Box me
Reduce at time, close to nothingness
Trap within groups
Recycling stereotypes, unfairness
Other times, forgotten

I am a woman
A Puerto Rican woman that is
I am a daughter
A Puerto Rican daughter, know this
Born to privileges that do not really exist
I am a Puerto Rican woman who loves another woman 
Rights denied
Ignorance still prevail in 2010
I am brown skinned
How important is this? I don’t know, Do you?
Yet, I will not trade the following:
Daughter, aunt, godmother, woman of color, Puerto Rican
They provide an experience taken for granted by many
At times an understanding that others dream off
A strength given, passed down
Not forced or taken 
I am the labels you love to hate
I am the labels you hate to love

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No Love Chemistry

I felt like you were the one for me,
As you said there is no chemistry between us.
Now I have to dig deep to find the right love for me,
I went from having high hope with you to no chance.
I still value you as a person,
But now I have no romantic feelings for you. 
I find it hard that you say there is no love chemistry between us. 

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Let's Gamble

Inside of me chaos has taken over.
Shambles of a life that once brought peace to me has now fallen.
Inside of me I am lost in a world called confusion.
My heart is telling me yes and my mind is telling me no.
Who am I to listen to?
My mind tells me that I should do the right thing.
How do I know what the right thing is when the heart is deceitful?
If it has to be a love that is hidden away that love is not worth having.
If it has to be a love that I cannot have in its entirety then turning my back on it I will do.
They say follow your heart but the heart can lead to a world filled with sorrow and agony.
Perhaps I will stick to following my mind where people say, “Would be the logical thing to do”.
For following my heart can lead to pain.
That is not a risk I am willing to take for loving you.

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Forced into womanhood at 12
betrayed by those you trusted
abused daily mentally and physically
forced to sleep in the animal shed
Your escape was short-lived
being captured and returned
to your tormentors

In the mountain
the cruel knife passed
on your innocent face
No, Aisha
that is not cold water
in your nose
It is your blood
Your nose is gone
and so are your ears

Your tormentors have gone away
and left you alone to die
But you refused to lay down 
and die
With your defiant spirit
you crawled down the mountain
to those who cared
and protected you
and helped you to a new life
away from the evil unjust system
you inherited by birth

What was your crime
to be dealt such cruelty?

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A Loving Moonlit Night

A woman sees the midnight moon;
And moves so sultry, slow
Toward the midnight glow,
Her full breasts white as snow
Her shadows play,
Upon the ground
Her heart makes not a sound,
Then, she hums a tune of love
To the white, blue moon above
Suddenly she sees a vision!
A man - her shining fate
Standing firm and strong –
A kind and loving soul mate
He glides nearer her, o’er the lake
Nearer her, for love’s sake
The woman drops her pretty dress
And the muses' midnight moon
Watches lover's love and swoon
Watches lover’s love
Their night away, till visions
Become the light of day.

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Ode To Sony

Eighteen years of sorrow and abandonment.
Eighteen years of drowning in my own tears and the pity of the pathetic bystanders.
Eighteen years, and it finally comes to me in a sweet epiphany:
MY life starts here.
And what a better way to begin a life than to share it with another?
With a woman no words can describe, no matter how beautiful and exotic
(it would be an insult to say I could,
 for she is anything but definable).
I have an eternity to look forward to with this woman who I pale,
in comparison.
The woman with the dazzling eyes and perfect smile.
I can forget about regression
and progress to achieve everything I never believed existed in the world.
At least, 
not anymore.
I hear in her voice the sincerity I have craved my entire life.
It's a wondrous thing when you can admit,
that you can literally hear love bubbling up inside the crevices of someone's soul.
She has opened my eyes and ears,
spirit and heart,
when I needed a rescuing no one but her could have offered
with words unrelatable to a past that's eaten holes into my heart.

And she calls herself lucky...

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This is the Letter I Write Myself:

Beauty is nice, but
it is not the best thing.
Your hair is not
your honor,
nor your memetic tee
your personality.
A selfie might be art,
but never
your epitome. 

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I Love Her

How do you show a woman you love her When,
You love her in ways only your imagination could express
And do you hold your breath When,
You love her more than the air that surrounds you
What do you do for a woman When,
All you want to do is love her in your own way
And what do you say When,
"I love you" just won't express how you really feel
Because true love comes only once in a lifetime
I won't put so much thought into it
But instead just love her

Written: 2009

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Her Beauty waits for no Man

Lady of Beauty
oh, how divine you are,
hair flowing and eyes glowing
you my dear are a beautiful lady.
She walks, with red ruby hi-heels on
and a silk dress, her eyes like silver,
her heart made of gold,
but watch her bite, for it shall snap you in two,
be kind to her, for she is a lady of true beauty,
and her beauty waits for no man.


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Less Than A Day

The touch of your whispers has blown through the air
And the wave of summer disappears in the sand
There’s nothing to stop these memories are gone
Let the playbook now rest for the feelings they’ve stopped
Slowly it turns the small hands on your wrist
The knots in your belly have clenched like a fist
You picture the east and close her eyes
For the dawn’s a coming in all of our lives
The night’s now bleeding forever it tilts
Circling the orbit no rest from the filth
Rivers are flowing and spirits are dim
And the skies from the ocean will always stand still
The pain from the east has moved to the west
These days are numbered just like the rest
Blind in the rivers the hand clears it away
The whole world has changed in less than a day

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Anorexic Angel

Hello old friend,
I see we meet again.
It’s hard to purge the hate
And binge the beauty—
I’ve worn these metaphorical 
And trekked the span of a 
So you can’t escape the truth.
Grinding fears may gnash you,
Haunting demons may trap 
But I will never harm.
Look in my eyes to see the 
That you’ve let go to your arm;
Now that you’re here,
Let’s have a talk.

She was God’s gift to man,
Women too you might say.
When she looked to the night,
It would always part it’s way
So she could walk in the grace 
of day.
Her beauty breaks all simile,
And no metaphor could 
Let me show you her with 
For she would resonate in the 
Shining bright like the moon.
Opaque whiteness cascaded 
Ripples of the human genome.
She was an angel.

I watched her every day
With some brutish envy;
She, to me, was confidence 
A bright beacon of wonder
Or a whimsical whimsy.
She would walk with perfection
Riddled into every step taken.
And even though it was 
She would walk with me.
We became the blood of life,
The elixir of friendship.
I couldn’t breathe without 
Without hoping she was alive.
Because when you love a friend
Like I loved her,
You would die to see them live.

Yet something changed in her,
It grew dark like a possessed 
Poisoning her heart with 
The disease took her soul first,
Before coming to claim her 
A body that never needed to be 

Have you ever watched a friend

She became so lost;
A ship on stormy waters.
Oh, how I tried to show her to 
the shore,
A translucent lighthouse with 
no light.
Her soul was bleached from her 
Her bones like dust beneath the 
The story shined on the body 
No longer belonged to her,
And a critic with gross morality,
I was forced to read.
I saw ignorance and bliss,
Pain and compassion,
Hope and destruction,
Truth and repulsion.

I couldn’t believe that she was 
dead and gone,
Words from a wordless song.
I was left in the darkest hour,
Holding her empty and cold 
While the world watched and 
They always judged and never 
Never bothered to look her in 
the eye
When they were the only 
reason she had to die.

My angel had fallen,
Like rain or like snow. 
She was magical,
But she had to let go.
I think she might say it was 
worth it,
But you be the judge now my 
Should you continue on the 
You may meet the same end.
Angels fly and fall,
May the truth give you wings.

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A Test of Will and Magic: the Student

“Patri! Patri, where are you? Help me!”

Her voice rings in my head,
As I try to concentrate.
I know she’s not here, 
But the voice sounds all too real.
It is the voice of the woman I loved.
The woman I could not save.

“I’m coming Tarina! I’m coming!”

Now I hear my own voice, 
Even though I am not speaking.
I repel another attack,
But my concentration is slipping.
I could have saved her.
If only I had know then, what I do now.

“Patri, help me! Patri!”

I almost call out to her, 
But I catch myself before I do.
If I speak, I fail.
All must be done by thought.

I know the voices, 
And the memories they bring,
Are just part of the test.
They, like the attacks,
Come from the elders around me.
They were real once,
But are not now.

I must concentrate.

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God's greatest creation
a sculpture of pure genius for man to 
marvel at
A living portrait art made flesh painted 
across the canvas of the world
Hues of brown
strokes of red
dabs of yellow
dipping his brush in the blackness of 
space creating the first Ms Universe
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka 
The Green Poet

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good ol backwards North Dakota

good ol’ backwards North Dakota

wouldn’t want to be a woman in
North Dakota,
cause’ choice just ain’t happenin’ there.

if you’re a woman who gets raped in good ol’
North Dakota,
since they just shut down the last abortion 
all those bible thumping,
christ screaming, pro-lifers,
will be telling you to give birth
to a constant memory of the man who
raped you,
because they ****ing said so.

wouldn’t want to be a woman in 
North Dakota,
because i’d be unable to decide what to do with
my own goddamned body,
due to the fact that the 
want me to kill my dreams of having a career
before settling down with a kid,
so they can feel like they did their 

wouldn’t want to be a woman in North Dakota,
unless i had enough money to get on the 
quickest ****ing train
out of there 
& gee willikers,
doesn’t that just feel ****ing dandy
in “the land of the free?”

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I'm a real woman about mine
Have been for some time 
Now its my time to shine!
Regardless of what I go through, I hold myself together
I will not be moved! I am not a feather!
I am a stone!
Honestly I can do me on my own
I like to be independent wit a real man by my side
Down for the ride
All other things aside
I like to stack my doe 
Go with the flow
Have fun and lay low
I will not fall
I will hold strong and stand tall
As I watch all of you go AWOL
A woman like me is real
I know what I feel
I already know the deal
And I know when its time to peel
I hold my ground 
You know where I am to be found
I don't mess around
I don't start s**t
I finish it 
Don't play with me not even a little bit
I may be a fool for love but I wont let it drag me down
It might make me upset and make me frown
I refuse to drown
In the end you will see who is the clown.

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That night closed when the café did
With all the secrets a star once hid
There was the whisper of a woman’s woe
And a man with nowhere else to go

Two souls shunning the same shadow
One mystery hidden in the mist and midst of misery
Two who sat upon opposite stools toasting the sunshine……….
While fearing the moon
An orb with the ferocity of fangs that grow fearsome as they devour the
And regret is urged all too soon…….
The neon wept for two souls lost
Upon whose hearts was embossed the emblem of empathy
And strength summoned by sympathy
Until one weakens from weariness 
and following errant  rainbows
While wishing on stars too long dead
A shine and shrine shrouded shamelessly in dread
As the soul of sublimation summarily bled
When time sped by with seconds spent in seclusion
And hours harbored in the hollow halls of hopelessness
Wherein horror speaks of its own adulation
And betrayal is betrothed by beauty

You spilled some bear as I drew near
And fear festered within my stare of stagnation
with your self-righteous indignation
You were the you I feared you would be
And I, alas, was only me
No match for beauty, guile and glee
Since I was only me

The barkeep was taken by your sea-green eyes, 
As I was forsaken by stars bleeding from the abdomen
And a miserly moon who made madness seem minus its usual impact
Your eyes……….
With a luminescent shade seldom seen in the seediness of a small café
a café that gave way to neediness neglected
and desire lost the battle that led to victimization rejected
after laughter, libation and languid conversation
small talk that seemed big at a small café
and incinerated the fate that would otherwise force me to my knees
beside a bar
A woman whom I would…………
with blessed determination and clenched teeth, keep afar
a lady who lingers in a landscape of roses and retribution
And although I was just me
this me knew to flee………….

The neon closed its eyes that night
As I went left and you went right
Fortune’s face was then revealed
When I avidly avoided what a woman of woe would yield
    © 2012….copyright PHREEPOETREE ....~free cee!~

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Fun and Gone

Hard to look back to memories from past
Asking a question, "Why it did not last?"
She was broken, in pain and have cracks
Doubt with all the promises she thought were fact
It was a short journey yet fun
He had fun and ran
She gave her heart and hurt
This awfully precious love of mine avert

Love me not
She was willing to tie the knot
It was forever he said
Now never and his love faded

Her foolish heart was bruised
He was perfectly rogue
Everything was a lie
It's best to say goodbye

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Tennis Whites

She is a goddess and I am but a mere mortal, I fear perhaps it is too late. Perhaps I have ruined my chances by acts of tongue. She is a goddess as she moves in her tennis whites. I adore her, at least.

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The Godess of Beauty and Everything Between

A man falls in love with a godess,
He writes down his tale
For all those who read it will know
How much he loved her:

"She is that woman
The woman I know, The woman I love
That woman that angels touched at birth
Waiting now to take her to heaven
Where she belongs

Roses and flowers shrink
As she harmonically swifts by
Trying to hide their shame
Of not matching such beauty
That of my beautiful

Mirrors weep at the sight of her
Oceans rage with their tidal waves
Begging for her reflection in its waters to stay
For the divinity of her
All beauty hails!

She holds the key
To all life's secrets
And the deepest of the deep
Forever fail to look in her eyes
Her eyes...hypnotize

Compared to a Summer's day, not she
Nor Winter, nor Autumn, nor Spring
She blocks the sun
And collects tears from the moon
Worlds and planets collide

Romance of a poem
Loyalty of songs and letters
The symphony of love
She is the meaning of a pearl
In an empty shell called life

Beauty seen, only by those beautiful
Her bedazzling perfection crucifies them
The boiling blood of jealousy
Envy her, and turn into stone
A heart too strong to regard pathetic thoughts

The sky obeys her feelings
Changing the weather to suit her mood
The calm breeze of her exhale
The stars shine to her respect
And the moon tells of her tales

Leaves whistle her name
And sing it do the nightingales
Birds of the morning chirp it too
While the stars spell it in the sky
My beautiful! Oh my beautiful!

A shame it must be to live amongst
Those that do not know beauty
And those that emotions fail
Do not grieve my beautiful
You are the queen, the swan of love

All the poets have aligned
To write you poems and rhymes
Do not fear to shine your grace
My beautiful queen with a million face
The shinning dove, sings of your love

Hearts turned gold, of those she touched
Infront of her all disappears
Infront of her all becomes mere
She in no human, nor an angel
She is the godess of love and everything between"

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Heavenly eyes, surreptitious hides.
Acid tongue, graceful and wise.
Killer curves, soft and enticing.
Hair that's so cute, borne for the rising.

Hidden depths, now that is just true.
A soul that is wrangled, a simple pure whisp ? 
There's many a thing you can say about this.

Devoid of lament, yet you just would not cross.
A heavenly bee with a sting that's not meant.
An intelligence that is just what it says.
A mum with pride and glamorous haste.

A beautiful mix of danger and bliss.
A friend who is stalwart, loyal and frank.

Feisty ... yeah that's honest.
Flamboyant with flair ... true to the bone.
Beautiful ... an understatement.
Complicated ... a dedication !


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I feel you slipping from me
Things are no longer the same as they used to be
We'd share all of our stories
Parables of our good times and our maladies
Open as a book, but as mysterious as can be
You used to read my poetry
They were a mirror into my agony
But I've had a change of heart
They're a window into my destiny
As we move further apart physically
Our minds become distant mentally
Our hearts no longer colliding spiritually
There's much to you I see as key
Key to what every woman should be
But the ideal woman will forever slip from me

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FREE CEE the fuc-ing force of fuc-ing fertilizer

so two deviant demented souls decided to fill a van with fertilizer and magically and tragically turn that mini-van into a mighty bomb, park it near a a building housing human beings and suddenly a helpless daycare center laden with little tykes within and everyone else were atomized
and i'm certain timmy wasn't the bit surprised
so two abstractly obtuse souls came to kill
but i guess that was your god's will

so two sordid souls decided to tote guns into where guns don't belong and take out their twisted and misdirected anger on some innocent students studying stridently to achieve advancement when semi-automatic guns started screaming of death is specious terms.  and in the end teachers and students alike, innocents all, lay dead or woefully wounded of body and mind
ah, but there are none so blind....
two psychologically scarred psyches came with innocent blood to spill
ah, but i suppose that was your god's will

so these two singular souls found each other within the wide world and then courting began with a cute little curtsey and dating with delight until one night upon his knee a man came to urgently urge a woman to become his and his alone.  things progressed effervescently brightly until one night when something so willfully wrong occurred .   alask, that's when the gentleman's sperm found their way to the woman's oval ovum and collided with an ergonomically shaped egg and nine months later the woman gave birth to a travesty
and that particular tragedy would become a me
so sex and sperm segued into human swill
but i suppose that was your sick god's fu**i*g will
   (c) 2012..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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The Dream and the Drive

I have watched women's hopes of men 
and seen them fall away bit by bit.
I have watched  their love fade 
in the way that the freshness of morning 
dribbles to death in the hard dry heat of noon.

I have watched dreams of friendship and sharing die 
in the emptiness of two separate souls
both designed to procreate 
but one wanting to spread the seed to many vessels
the other to make a warm safe home.

Even though both obey a primal call
The male drive to spread excitement and exploration 
must mix with romantic care and dreams.
Then this thing that women give is sacrificed 
to the hot cauldron of man driven by sex and pride

And in our age we all look back
and see this thing and watch the dieing of the hope
in the brightness of the youth
 and watch it move into the brittle
truce of aged man and woman.

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The Boy with Eyes Like Headlights

I went to the Secretary of State's office
to receive my license today.
On the way, I swear
I saw my uncle fresh out of rehab.
I swear
I thought I saw Miguel Pinero's ghost
on the sidewalk
in his classic rags, three-day beard
and fedora ensemble.
My mother and I arrived,
walked in with the right papers.
'I want a burger' is all on my mind
'And maybe a Coke. Yeah, I could really go
for a Coke right now.'
We sat across from an obese black man.
He wore black dress pants, shoes, socks,
black dress, jacket, red dress shirt underneath,
and a large golden cross on a golden chain.
He was talking to a small blonde boy
with eyes like headlights.
The boy with eyes like headlights
chatted nonsensically, almost in half whisper.
The large, religious black man nodded,
gave the occasional glance
into those big, bright eyes,
and let the boy carry on.
"Number 71" was called
from one of the counters.
"Well, that's me. Take care o' you ‘self"
said the good black man to the boy.
And those eyes,
like two moons with deep, blue pools
in centered craters,
gathered a look
of sudden, traumatic loss.
He did not cry.
He simply turned away
and went to sit next to his mother.
I watched this as I sat there;
and I judged terrible judgments
unto everyone there
except the black man and the boy;
and I questioned as to what drugs
the workers there are prescribed.
"Number 73"
Finally, our number.
The woman at our counter was a find looking one;
small, perky breasts
tried to break free
from that tight, tight grey sweater.
She was a tan brunette with
swampy brown eyes, slightly glazed over,
probably from the medication
that I was still trying to determine.
I started to fantasize
of taking her home with m
when I noticed
the woman working at the next counter
was snaggle toothed.
Some part of me wished
like it were Christmas Eve
that she had called our number instead.
For those who do not know,
Miguel Pinero
is twice the poet
of any man alive today.

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My Search

For so many years I have been out of my mind ,
  Searching for that woman I can love for all time .
Not so many to choose from as one might think ,
  Most all of them gone as quick as you can blink.
Each day after day how I would pray,
   For that special woman to come my way.
This lonliness I've endured for so many years ,
   Bringing me only sadness and all of these tears.
I know in my heart that the time will come ,
  When all of my searching will be finally done.
This I know to be so very true ,
   For the woman I seek happens to be you.
You are my everything the only one for me,
   Because you and I were always meant to be .

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She is Soft

I am soft, she says ----

   she is softer, 

        like some new silk....

My fingers melt on her skin....

   we explore, slowly

   like our very first rendezvous;

   fresh, curious

   of such sensuous magnetism,

   swimming in little ponds of love,

   blooming to surrender doubt.....

The 'world' is without,

   and all dark things 

   only the lights of our eyes,

   fading to gentle pecks,

   and slow love,

   rivers begin to rush;

And the earth thrusts through its crust


   she is soft,

       like some new silk....

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Song Of The Sacred and Profane -adult-

I see her as the woman on the road,
and in the distance just inside her sight,
one solitary male approaching—that alone,
draws up within her, latent fire
and by its warming she must genuflect
before the altar of desire.
There is a silent passion, holy in its touch,
that sparks connection, unexplained.
There is electric purity within its cloud
that strikes across that narrowing space,
creates magnetic lust in celebration
of the naked thrust oncoming,
finally to close the gap
between her trembling body
and his throbbing heat.

I see divinity in that.
I see the re-enactment of the woman made
to be the glory in that polymorphic act
inspired from pagan dreams of paradise, 
gifted yet today
upon the god-blessed whoring saint
called humankind.
(Some of you will be offended by this poem,
but I am more convinced than ever that there 
are times of affinity between the states of 
sexual attraction and holy blessedness)

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when the secret gets out

she found the best pair of shoes,
she found the best pair of kicks,
she found a shirt that matched the both of
em’ &
she was just 
to say the least---
but somewhere along the way,
before she even wore the combo,
before she got to leave the house,
before she got to 
live that new day 
sparkling on the inside as the 
madam of all 
the secret got out.

she couldn’t place her finger on it,
just what “friend” found out & then
spread the rumor,
but now every woman she knows,
has a sense of where she got her deals &
more importantly, if they chose to,
now every woman that she knows
can get clothing at those places & now,
this american consuming beauty
needs to go back to the drawing board,
armed with her plastic &
the anger welling up within
from having ever trusted 

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She doesn't see

You are the urgency in my breath,
the ragged discourse that falls
from my trembling tongue.
Everything I need to say,
is wrapped around you.
The words hang from your skin;
ornaments of understanding that
I have yearned to pluck.
it seems redundant to pull a flower
from your garden, and present it to you
like you didn’t know it is beautiful already.
I just hope you know that I appreciate you.
I see you as you are,
in all your tattered elegance;
Your supple tears, your steady glide.
You’re a ghost in a hall of mirrors,
with roses at your feet;
Wandering like a child.
Quietly hoping to find someone else
in the reflection.
"I am here…"
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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At rainy Lisdoonvarna your red hair was a flare
which guided us to your side
through multi-sensory squalls
when the crowd’s swell parted our company.

I view this photo, perceive the melancholy,
and see the longing now;
to which those ever sparkling eyes,
and my self-hatred had blinded me.

When they find that quantum is bunkum,
I’ll travel there again and tell you
that i am a fool;
that you are a jewel; then
touch your hand,
and see what flares.

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A solitary woman holds a small 
urn jug
Her gentle hand clasped to her 
Shy eyelashes caress her pale 
stone cheeks.

Standing for centuries before 
Guarding the cobblestone way.
How many eyes have set 
themselves upon this fair lady? 
Decay and corruption have not 
yet possessed you.

O gentle woman who guards 
the fountain at her feet. 
Quiet, still, at peace. 
You conceal the stories of man 
in your heart. 
I am a mere mortal to come 
worship at your feet.

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Long Kiss Goodbye

It’s soft and gentle
Not at all what I expected
The initial reaction
Left just a fraction
Of retreat
The body is more than meat?
It’s throbbing again
It’s boiling in
It can’t stop now
It doesn’t know how
It’s so sharp
But it sets you apart
The pain isn’t bad
It instead feels good
I’m definitely a fan
But we don’t know if we should
What do we do?
What do we say?
When do we act?
Can I kiss you today?
The answers are here…
We continue with patience and an open mind
We tell each other what we want to say and what we’ve felt
We act when we feel the time is right
We kiss when you go the other ten percent

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Gladys, a woman in mid Kenya
An orphan, woman farmer with two children
Opened the door to an old friend
She hadn’t seen for many years 
The friend left
      Her case in a closet to be collected at a later date
The police came

That case, forgotten by Gladys
    in the busy life of farming....
Contained possessions
of a dead man--murdered--

Jail is cruel in Africa
She was beaten and abused by police
Slept on cement for six months
Eating wormy gruel

Had one visitor
    her lawyer
           after she was sentenced.
     told her she should have raised her hand to tell the judge
     The TRUTH
                but , sorry, now it was too late
                 the case was closed and no appeal.
Gladys says
her Bible
Saved her life.

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If I tell You

If I Tell You, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
What comes to mind?
Morena of “el barrio” or Blonde woman of “el barrio”
Better yet, pale skin-blonde from up north
That one, the straight English-speaking wanna-be
“Con su pelo lacio”

If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Could you describe who I am?
Woman controlled, subjected by Welfare
Carrying on the poor women cycle
You know, the one imposed by the few rich white men
Would you think of me in a bright light; dim light?

If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Do you envision an immigrant, alien?
A woman once taken and brought at age 15
Beginning of her womanhood
Tormented by loneliness, isolation, ignorance
Frustrated by the never ending question, “Are you mixed?”
Misunderstood by her citizenship
Seen as unfair by many
Slaved island, unrealized
Are you able to narrate which Puerto Rican woman am I?
If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am

Puerto Rican I am
“Café con leche,” Afro-hair, big lips, small nose
Distance between what I was and inspire to be
Clinching to her African heritage

If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Can you explain the injustice my hair endured?
Constant search for assimilation
To break free
Impacted by those with similar skin color, Afro hair, big lips

If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Do you paint two contrasting siblings?
Light, dark complexions
Tall dark father with short light mother by his side

If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Do your pages bleed from inspiration?
Would I read between the lines, a woman becoming her own?
Struggling between many worlds
Or, do you spell the notion of loud, submissive, sex symbol
You know, the one portrayed in the media

If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Can you decipher, WEEEEPA

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If I Were a Man

If I Were a Man, I'd:
     Never purchase another dress,
     chop the heels off my stilettos,
     burn every pantyhose in the house,
     allow my ears to close their portals,
     and use pinking shears on all the bras.

If I were a man, I’d:
     Place my jewelry up for grabs,
     cart the curlers over to Goodwill,
     paint the town with cosmetics,
     and visit the barber for a buzz cut.

If I were a man, I’d:
     Buy cowboy boots, a straw hat,
     season tickets to baseball,
     and a zero-turn lawnmower.

If I were a man, Id:
     Control the remote at all times,
     commandeer the recliner,
     sit however I please, with perfect ease,
     and change my name from Cona to Chuck. 

If I were a man, I’d:
     Reserve the right; 
	to track mud into the house,
	leave drawers/doors standing open,
	leave clothes/shoes lying where they drop,
	control the money, and always ask, 
		“What’s for dinner?”

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Forgiveness Forever

You were my secluded well kept 
My very own private matter
Selfishly I wanted you all to 
Authentically, I didn’t want the 
responsibilities that came with 
You were genuine, and tolerate
You took my pain into your 
arms and relieved me from my 
own self destruction
You understood my 
misinterpreted intuition and 
over looked my careless flaws
Your eyes saw pass the mirror 
image that a normal male 
would see
My soul you identified
The real face behind the mask 
of shame
Time after time you took my 
troubles and made them 
I leaned on you as if you were 
a sturdy wall
I depended on your strengths 
to substitute for my 
I manipulated your feelings too 
feed my bruised ego
I used you
I betrayed you
If I were a humble woman I 
would fall to my knees and 
plead for your forgiveness
Because a divine human being 
as yourself is one that you do 
not let pass you by
But I am not
I am prideful and arrogant
I hide my sensibilities behind 
the barricade that I have built 
around heart
I am the woman with many 
scars who can not accept love 
due to the affliction from my 
With sadness the only ability 
that I have is to offer you my 
unsteady hand in friendship
With hope
You accept my submission with 
an enchanted smile and an 
open mind
My wish
That you find an elegant 
damsel to embrace your 
abundant love
My aspiration
That you will forever keep me 
closely tucked in a confined 
place near your heart
My love
Will endlessly remains the 
shade of gray

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comin clean with jesus

comin’ clean with “jesus”

ever see the footage of Aileen
“comin’ clean with “jesus?”
when she was rambling about 
being “under the devil” &
passing through all the statistics
dealing with how rare a possibility
it would have been for her to 
get off death row?

do you think you’ll ever see one
of these catholic molesters/rapists
of little kids,
“come clean,” whether it be for their
fictional character called 
“jesus,” or whether they might just be
honest for once in their lives?

easier to condemn a woman who had been
raped by her own grandfather,
easier to condemn a woman whose life had 
been a train wreck of horror &
let the upstanding, “holy” men of the cloth,
continue to walk the earth.

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An Era races towards me
My age, likewise, advances to meet her

An epoch is come to me
I am with child
The child of my beloved

My heart throbs in sheer delight
I am in the family way

Months sail hastily
Along with my protruding stomach
Motherhood is near!

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My Emma

Statuesque in womanly shape
Satin soft hair waist length long
Almond eyes of hazel brown
Long lashes sweeping down
on porcelain skin and rosy cheeks
Fulsome lips of luscious pink
Glistening around white gleaming teeth
She laughs in girlish tone
deepening to a breathless sigh
Her dress a nineteen fifties frock
A stuck out skirt of polka dot
Over a netted underskirt
Strappy heels of strutting kind
Black patent bows ankle bound
Her dainty manicured hand
flashes an engagement ring
of diamonds sparkling bright
Sorry to disappoint all other men
Who look and look back again
As very soon she shall be my wife.

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The setting sun smears the western clouds orange
Africana sunset hue
A Full moon rises on the east
And steals its way stealthily up the heavens
A portable portrait in the vaulted skies
A silhouette painting of a nursing mother
Playing hide and peep between the clouds


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The Perfect Woman

She has a beauty
that no poet can pen down;
a beauty like the sparkling
reflection of a clear, night sky
on the skin of a lake

She is the kind of lady
who can make any man
content with her nature
and conduct, befitting 
a goddess

She is a woman who hasn't
been born yet

By: Teddy Kimathi

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Lost In Love

       Lost In Love

Unknown girl from unknown parts calls to me
Becomes familiar in a subtle glance
With a gentle touch
Of chance and fate
Wakes me with her voice of other worlds
Doors open to suggestion
And all sounds reasonable in the dark
She changes with the wind
Whispers secret things to me
Sleep will never come again
In the repetition of desires kiss that starts
But never ends
I’m lost forever in her arms
My lover’s charms
That lasts for hours
So time evaporates forever in the sirens song
Plays on the long sonata of the day
So very lost in love

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Song Of A House Wife

I will lay my bed
Prepare my man coffee
Mob my house
Wash my dishes
Take my children to school
Visit my doctor
And then my lawyer
To work on my papers
Then visit my sweet friends
To talk about our families 
You know we control everything 
That's why every good thing at home is mine
My cat, 
My car,

His bills
His mess

My readers 

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My Queen

I eat of her impatiently, as if she was food for the gods or exotic food for the 
stars, the wind lavishly blows her scent through gardens, we relax-n-release 
tension, orgasming through the forest, I’ve beseem my queen and she befits 
her king, vintage-n-very expensive Japanese art covers our hearts, her gold 
crispy succulent thighs, coincides with her backside, both thicker than any 
Indian tribe, her vibe changes the colors of my eyes, God blew her soul into 
my soul, so together we live our lives, where we age, but our lover never gets 
old, she stays warm 4 she never gets cold, I eat of her flesh, the tender meat 
of her breast, her inner self, I renew her health, I share her breath, I inhale her 
best, I never exhale for death is next, for I will eat of her soul-n-spirit, for we 
would have left behind our flesh, I love you more than any emotion can 
express, more than any tongue can confess, may 4 ever together our souls 
rest, I’m full of your flesh, I belong in your soul, I belong with your spirit, I’m 
intoxicated off cups of your blood, God bless Sable, I eat of your flesh, 4 you 
nourish me best. 

Excuse me I just
Belched, Amen, God Bless


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One Day

or many years my life has been sad,
  The woman meant for me I did not have .
Patiently I've been waiting for that wonderful day,
  When the woman of my dreams finally comes my way.
The blue that I have felt will now be in the sky,
   The light in my life I've missed now shines in my eyes.
How my days will be filled with happiness and joy,
   Like the excitement of a candy shop to a small boy.
All my dreams and hopes will become a reality ,
   When the love of my life finally comes to me.
The future we will share will shine so bright ,
   Because the bond we have between us will always feel right .


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It's happened to me only once. 
I was so close 
to a woman I barely knew
(I can’t recall what we were discussing) 
that her warm breath,
wafting across my cheek for an instant as we talked, 
recalled the delicate fragrance of roses. 
It might have been her lipstick, 
but I prefer to believe 
it was her inner beauty 
unintentionally shared with me 
for a moment. 
Whatever the source, 
the experience remains a 
unique recollection that doesn’t begin to suffice 
for being in the moment of her breath.

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we see the poor erupt with little provocation
how many days in a mud hut can count as living?
children sick fear primary emotion
can turn to anger and then action
too many lies
will turn a head
to justice

False hope and many deaths will follow
but a woman can stand 
and think of crowds destroying holy ground
and weep without solice

a man can work until his hands bleed
and not have enough for his family
it takes its toll this endless 

even faith cannot carry a woman through
when her child is dying
empty promises ignite 
when her husband is suffering
hands bleeding
broken on the ground

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It was a far cry for us to rent a house
But desire prevailed upon limited income
My wife was showing the rented house
To a beautiful woman, our next door neighbour,
And I was preoccupied with my work
Sitting in our loosely fenced enclosure.
“This is our kitchen,” my wife said
“Superb” the woman said
“This is our bedroom”, my wife said
“Very cute” she said using another adjective
“This is our living room,” my wife said
“Oh, wonderful” Yet another adjective
As they came out where I was sitting
“My husband” my wife said
“Very wwwwwww” she said,
She started rattling on about 
the previous occupants of the house
Rambling together tales of the tenants.
The woman knew I taught English at a college,
I think she wanted me to overheard
The random adjectives she used in English.
Don’t ask me in which humour
My wife had been as the lady left.

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Memories Whisper To Me

Lips grazing my cheek
Blowing sweetly in ear
Smiles talking without speaking
Beauty in mind's motion pictures

There plain as day
In summer cotton dress
Dancing across that meadow
Twirling into my arms

Graced by such loveliness
Your perfume still fresh
Filling my longing senses
Embraced by everything you

Thanks to faithful reminisce
You never completely left
This man isn't alone
Love's true promise kept

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

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FREE CEE your guess is as good as shine


I remember you used to annoy me
And that wasn’t at all constructive
I remember you tried to destroy me
And I was already self-destructive

You were a person who pointed me to poison
That which I required least
I remember you as a beautiful beast
And that you fed me fire as a feast
While my maladies and madness increased
As my delight and determination decreased
I was resolved to rectify the ruins of a wreck
While daily you tightened a rope around my neck
I was killing myself slowly all alone
When you came along to throw a drowning man a stone
Not a rope for a man minus hope
And believe me, you made it difficult to cope
I was trying to outrun a dragon spewing flames
And you were the kind of woman a man like me blames
People knew you were precisely what I didn’t need
The woman who was there when destruction was decreed
A decree I called delightful for what you deemed unto me
But you were a butterfly I should have set free
Yet you clung to me with wings unfurled
And relegated me to a wretched world

You were medicine I could ill-afford
A bitter pill that if swallowed could kill
You caused me disappointment and total discord
A beauty that didn’t fit the bill
                               © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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an awakening call

This poem is dedicated to 
A young lady, 23 years old raped by gang in Delhi in India and died on the 13th day of her victimization. She sacrificed her life for change.

over the centuries degrading and humiliation is women's fate.
methodology of mentality brutalized to hide evidence at any rate.
time was running same, sun rises in the west and sets in the east,
torturing mankind, killing innocents, and raping poor as serving beast.

what was a day? 
A rising sun fired anger, clouds thrown thorns, air pinched nails in hearts,
why is pain victimized me; ghosts are playing blindness and deafness of darts?
what rules; prominent justified a stylish woman inspired sex,to rape her wildly,
To open a show publicly, not to touch her;seeking justification of duties cowardly.

who can live in history?
but people still live as a woman statue is as a symbol of worship as God.
spirituality sounds inhuman methods to destroy intestine to rape with an iron rod.
no dog has bark or a beetle twinkled when a bleeded statue of God has thrown,
but a stone heart bouncing box pushed her on bed of a white crown.

who will mind her?
air stops to blow, death flooded strength and butterflies cried against shadows to glow,
but green-hoppers pulled up the barriers to secure white collar cows they run slow.
everyone listened roar of a lion; complains who disturbed his sleep,
moon is still there, stars disappeared why roaming in a field a sheep.

what do i need to do?
Birds are treeting in the jungle; fire is silent to burn a petal,
if wolves attacked on a lamb then why do they whisper against a beetle?
no need to change a statue of traditions that are serving justice from roots,
Discipline is not obeying an order no need to grow new shoots.

what is possible to do?
let them to cry for few days the tiredness will hide them under stones,
no need to change system for justice that will survive for Indian cripple bones.
lord Rama examined her wife and asked to justify her purity on a burning pile,
a woman has provocational nature we condemn her living a naked style.

what do we need to learn?
prevail a woman has cultural values; a man is worshiping God not for tradition's crash,
women is as shoe for a man; her wisdom is in ankles religion lightening golden flash.
but a victimized girl cried,' don't waste my sacrifice' save innocents to change a cruel dash.
never forgive them, punished them they are criminal and running a system for harsh.

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Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!

I can’t breathe, now!

Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls” 
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...

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Alas for the sun which kisses my hand upon bended knee, 
Today he blesses me and 
Whispers my chosen name.


Who among the common knew that ice could burn so brightly.
Or that water could fit so very nicely with
Today I am the world, its contents my game.


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Embrace (Revised) 05/04/2008

I am a woman embracing the moment
Standing silhouetted against the morning sun
A majestic mountain visible in the distance

Time passes as flowers blossom 
River sounds rise on the breeze
In a wondrous place on earth
Where everything has its place, in its place

Under the willow flowers drift hidden by shadows
Bird’s, joyfully singing
Butterflies, lingering
Sunflowers nodding hello
I call my favorite place
The meadow

Silenced by the sight in solitude, a perfect vision
As time withers away painful memories
A calmness that fills the air surrounds me, a moment of peace

Now I have no fears as I freely breathe in new life
Standing silhouetted against the morning sun
I am a woman embracing the moment
I call my favorite place   
The meadow

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Dream Girl

I’ve just seen her 
She is just over there
But where has she gone
How could she just disappear
Gorgeous my memory so vivid she was so beautiful
Chestnut brown eyes sensuous hips and raven black hair
Or was it striking blue eyes slim and flowing flaxen hair

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Biological Clock ticking

 You know how some woman have a panic attacks
   Because they realize their days of having children are limited
  Well young girls of the teenage variety have that same kind of fear
            Yet it surrounds their virginity
              You see it starts to seem like your missing out
 Your friends are telling you what a joy it is 
                 Yet you've never experienced it 
                  It starts to get embarrassing 
                  Cause by a certain age lets say 20 
                   People expect you not to be 
                   And even though your waiting for the right guy
                       None of your other friends seem to be 
                         They seem to be in love
                             Falling all at the same time 
                               And your sitting here lonely
                                   Missing out
                            Not putting out
                          They don't understand how you feel
                           and they never will 
                       The clock is ticking 
                      It's time to grown up 
                            It's time to finally be what you're becoming 
                                 A woman 
                                You thought you were proud of still being 
                               But when their reaching for condoms 
                                and all you can do is smile
                                 It starts to make you feel like
                                What does this all really mean?
                                    Sadness comes over you
                                   You have no idea what to do
                                   No candidates to help fix this issue
                                      Tick, Tick, Tick , Tick, Tick,
                                         No fairy god mothers to prepare you 
                                              Life begins now... 
                                            And all you know is that times running out
                                                You have to be parted or you'll lose all sense of self
                                                              I'm no longer a little girl 

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Not So Straight

Met this girl and shes
Super cool,
But I’m straight.
And she doesn’t remember my name.
Which is cool
Because I’m straight.

Shes got eyes that radiate
That shine when she smiles.
And I’m straight.
Her laugh makes me want
To tell a joke just to hear it 
Again. I’m straight.

When she hugs me the only
Thing that I can think is
How great she smells.
I’m straight.
She says I look cool and I
Have a stupid grin for days.
I swear I’m straight.

Except shes stuck in my head
And it becomes a place I live.
Thoughts of her
Are the only ones I have.
I look forward to when
I will see her next.
And I start dreaming with 
Her name on my lips.

I guess I’m not as 
Straight as I said.

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I See Without Seeing

I look without seeing, imagination runs away with me, dreams mix with reality and reality never helped me. 
I swim in the darkness the shadows surround, the water runs deep, I am with the lost and I am never found. 
Drops race down my body and cover my skin with their streams, imitations of tears. 
I've been trapped in my life for more than my years.
A life long existence of nothing but pain, a shock to the system, a game for a game.
I'm lost without leaving in a place I cannot see, I look without seeing and find a life with no living.

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Black Woman Remix

With a smile as bright as the sun
that warms my heart.
You chase away the darkness that clouds my life.
With skin that rivals the marvels of the universe
time itself stands still and take notice.
With the moon for your crown and the earth for 
your throne you give a whole new meaning to
the title Ms. Universe.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet.

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Drop dead georgeous

I caressed the words 
within my heart 
Through the blood 
running through the veins 
With the butterflies you leave 
Fluttering in air to you 

Radiant beauty 
Stars above 
Your soul shines 
Surely heaven 

Through those beautiful eyes 
The key to your soul 
I all but caress your heart 
Drop dead gorgeous 
I call you 

My hands on your knees 
falling at your feet 
A Beautiful soul 

The dagger on my very life 
deadly beautiful 
to die in your arms 
Drop dead gorgeous

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Sad is the day

Sad is the day when, 
At such a tender age as twenty, 
A young woman must hang her head 
And say…
I will never be loved again

Sad is the day when the smile is lost, 
Forever, from her rosy lips; 
When the heat of passion in the 
Core of her heart is forever doused 
When she knows that from this day forth, 
She will spend her nights alone and cold, 
As the last bloom slowly dying
In the grip of winter’s chill 

Sad is the day when, branded and scarred, 
She drifts through the marketplace, 
A drab black reject with a funereal air, 
Her eyes glimmering with unshed tears; 
Solitary but for the ghost of him, who left her, 
Hovering always in her wake, 
Reminding her of the days they walked
Hand in warm soft hand 

Sad is the day when a girl so young 
Should become a bitter, jaded dragon; 
A breathing monument to solitude, 
With her eyes of stone and granite smile, 
Her blackened heart, forging that wall she has built 
To keep all other suitors out – 
A wall built because she only ever wanted him; 
But he is gone now, and the wall still stands,  
So even when she longs for a man’s touch, 
She can never let one in 

Sad is the day when, pining and pitiful, 
The abandoned woman sits by her window, 
Bottle of cheap chardonnay in one hand – 
Fistful of Xanax in the other, and decides 
To take her life – 
She just can’t stand the loneliness anymore 
Can’t stand the yearning for He Who Rejected, 
For that heartless soul who ruined her; 
Ruined her so that the pain of living supersedes 
The brief and vicious pain of death 
A pain that begins with the first searing swallow of wine, 
With the first three pills that slide down her tender throat 

Sad is the day when suicide follows a broken heart -
When all love reaps is hatred and death, 
When a bright little soul is stamped on by booted feet; 
And a young girl’s smile lost forever to this world, 
All because of one man’s selfishness 
And the failure of a dream, 
That once shone so bright…
Sad is the day indeed, 
And sadder still the empty moonless night

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Expression and Desire

To paint as well as a photograph is incomprehensible.
This is true for people who cannot complete such a task.
For those who do, 
it is a talent beyond treasure.
A photographic memory is enviable.
Even to perceive reality in its purest form is talent, 
something more than practical.

Looking at a painting of a woman, she is beautiful.
Beautiful in paint, beautiful in reality, there is desire for dreamers.
To dream reality, to have pure beauty at reason’s command 
is a practice and an obsession. 
Lighted from upper left, this woman stands with back toward light, 
head turned in semi profile, 
her right hand held out, and left fingers resting below her shoulder.
She wears a white silken toga with a gold clasp 
resting on her right shoulder.
Her dark red hair is pulled back into a tail 
held with a black bow, it hangs to her mid back.
Her skin could be described as pale, but holds a healthy glow, 
a perceptible color of an awareness of out of doors, but not extensive, 
not enough to show a desire for attention. 
She looks directly at the painter with her right eye, 
the other, shadowed behind an exquisite nose with a shallow curve.
Her lips are neither thin nor broad.
They are two inviting cushions owned by her assertive expression.
She is aware of artistry and sex.
She knows the difference.
The rouge of her cheek is perfect.
It is guessed whether she or another has artistically placed such color.
Draping of material, her toga and a covering, 
hanging from her right elbow and around her waist, 
is depicted in curved and gradual shadow.
Her finger nails are short and leave a viewer to imagine her touch 
with skin so skillfully painted at her finger tips.

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As the beasts of this world
Continue pouring from their cup …
An angel from heaven delivers hope
On the wings of an eagle it comes

And the beasts of the earth bow in defeat
As the two-edge sword is revealed
The seal of God’s word is given and
There are two women, one pure and one un-pure

While the un-pure woman is corrupt
She is dressed in scarlet and her name …
Her name is Jezebel for she is a harlot
And  she honors the serpent, not God

The pure woman is full of incense,She is ... 
Israel, dressed in robes of white, garments of gold
For the sun shines brightly in her heart
And on her forehead is the kiss of God

The pure woman eats of the book daily
In reverence to her Lord
She delights in the gift the blood
Has given her, she is thankful

The stars sing out the triumph
And the sun shines forth in majesty
For Israel withstood the harvest
She looks to the Morning Star and rejoices in victory

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Cry of a woman

you say am harmful yet so harmless
I'm so useful yet u call me useless
I have good manners yet u say I'm manner-less
You just treat me like a devil yet am sinless
I've got a brain yet u say am brainless
whatever you call me in your rage
God made me wonderfully in his image
I am a woman yes but not your tool
you have made me  look like a fool
 you married me to live in your house, Yes
 but not to treat me as a slave and you the boss
I am a woman yes,but u need me in your life.

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I am a woman in this society. 
I go by the name of 
*****, thot, hoe, skank, pussy, and many more
It seems to be okay
I guess it is okay.
I was born into this world Nancy
I was raised by parents who “cares”
They did a horrible job of showing it
With no real help from them
I grew up to be a very knowledgeable woman
At least I’m on the road to that point
I am trying to push past this norm
Push past all the negative
And push past all this disrespect 
But I would be lying if I said it was easy.
Every step I take forward
I take 5 step back
Every change I make
I face a new challenging obstacle
Every move I make 
There’s always disappointment
But I’m trying.
I’m trying.

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Lady Heroes

" Lady Heroes ... "

Sarah, In Her 90th Year Stage
Was Way Past Childbearing Age
But Just Like Her GOD Conveyed
Sarah, Got A Miracle Wage!

Sarah Shined ...

Rachel, Too Had Long To Wait
To Her, It May Have Seemed Late
May Even Have Given Up On That Date
But When It Happened, It Was Great!

Rachel Shined ...

Leah, Was The Wife, Less Loved
So She Knew The Heart-Pains Of
Keeping Patient, While Bearing Up
and Leah, Was Blessed From Above!

Leah Shined ...

Esther, So Humble, Had Risen Far
To Help Lift & Cast Off Her Peoples Bar
And On Every Purim of Adar
Lovely Esther, Still Shines Like A Star

?	?
So, If You Have To Wait In Line
Until It's Time To Fully Shine
Remember No Matter How Far You Go
GOD, Can Make You ... A Lady Hero ...

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Mary, Accepted What Was Odd
Even Tho' She Knew It Would Be Hard
and Became Mother of Our Lord
She's A Shining Slavegirl of GOD ...

Mary Shined ...

?	?
So, If You Have To Wait In Line
Until It's Time To Fully Shine
Remember No Matter How Far You Go
GOD, Can Make You ... A Lady Hero ...

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Just Like Jael and Deborah
Lady Heroes
Like Abigail and Lydia
Lady Heroes

Like Ruth, Naomi and Rebecca
Lady Heroes
Like Elizabeth and Hanna
Lady Heroes

Like Mary and Martha
Lady Heroes
Like Eunice, Lois and Priscilla
Lady Heroes

even Like Rahab, Synteche and Euodia
(Yes, They're Lady Heroes)
and May You, Your Daughters & Mommas
Shine and Be  ... Lady Heroes ...

        Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/1/2014
                by:  MoonBee  Canady

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Independent Woman


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On Rude 111

Snippets of conversation, barely overheard, 

words not directly related to my own words in reality. 

Always delivered to ear oh so very loudly. 

Listen to these words of rhyme, as eye pen this ode to rude.

Catalougeing all the words of special meanings overheard.

A man and a woman and a man.

All three of them conversing at the same time.

The first man called the woman a expletive.

"YOU little eXpletive" he cried.

She is NOT so little so eye smiled.

"I need a cigarette" said she, and the other man

echoed the first. " Take this one" he offered her the cigarette.

"You eXpletive", was his utterment.

It astounded me, as we were in the puBlic eye.

One thing was certain. They never even noticed me.

Never saw me as a person. They just played out their ruminations.

Just giving me the benifit of their public conversation.

How ugly does it seem to ewe?

She was almost screaming as they left,

"Give to me a lighter too, for my cigarette".

I would NOT conjecture just what these people do.

Away from puBlic eye.

In Private.

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Oh man women I can't enough of em
They drive me crazy 
But still I love em 
I love so romantic
Sex I'm takin no loses
I'm just a brother that can't enough of beautiful women no matter black white Hispanic asain I don't care
I don't discriminate 
I will put famous names out
Hmm actress's
Women wrestlers
Damn oh Damn
Jmello only 21 but I don't care
Half of them can't handle me
Im sneakier then a alley cat
Don't let my looks fool u
Oh man women 
I can't live without women 
Gods gift to man
Confusing beautiful creatures 
I don't try to understand em
But I got some knowledge on em
But I'm a queit observer 
I'm a freak
I'm sorry
I'm a cool dude 
But the ladies I do adore
Catch me fly
Catch me every where I go
U can't compare me to anyone
Jj I'm the one and only 
One of a kind 
Get to know me
I'm very flirt 
And something else
I would protect em
I wouldn't let any man hit a women infront of me
Let me get known 
I got ya 
Famous women see me
They gonna know me as jmello the poet
Women I love ya too much!!

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Maritime Warfare

Gray ships
Docks and ports

Palm trees 
And mangoes

Fresh breeze
Wide relief

A night on shore
Red lips, hot breath

Oh, no
Baby wails

Woman sits on golden land
Bundle in hand

The choice.

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dedicated to the most tantalizing trailblazer

you are the trail for the benefit of me
you bring meaningfulness in my life by just being you
i am better just simply being myself due to your influence and your inspiration
i Bless the Heavens everyday for your appearance and your presentation into my life
with you there is no performance and no facade, and i deeply and sincerely appreciate that
with every turn at every bridge, i discover something more innovatively beautiful about you
you are the multivitamin for the proper maintenance of the embodiment of me....

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Any (every) man
can brag about his conquests, 
the notches in his belt
little rungs on a ladder
baptized in bullshit. 

Any (every) man
can regale you with stories
of their swordsmanship or cunning

Any (let's just be honest and say all) man
can try to hold a woman down
while pretending to hold her hand.

But it takes a REAL man
to look a beautiful woman 
in her emerald moth eyes
and say;

"Will you teach me how to fish? " 

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Remembering Punk.

  As I was coming of age,
  punk was all the rage.
  The older generation,
   had the Beatles,and Stones.
   I had Sexpistols and Ramone's
   Sham69 and the Clash,
   the Jam and the Dammed.
   They would strum their guitar's so fast,
    sing so loud,
    some times spitting in the crowd.
    The message was loud and clear,
     anarchy is here.
    It was not all so obscene,
   a woman called Debbie Harry ,
   came on the scene.
    A woman with blond hair,
   and such an erotic air.
   I had pictures of Debbie on my wall,
  for her; I would have done anything ,
   anything at all.
 With her band Blondie they had a good sound,
  turned the punk world upside down.
 "Atomic, "Union city blue"
  "Hanging on the telephone",
  to name a few.
  Her music I still hear,
   remembering memories dear.
  I know she is older today,
   but she sill has the erotic aura,
     of  yesterday.                                                          

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It Starts Within

Growing up you see nothing but the good
You’re taught that if you treat someone right, you get understood
Pure, that's how you enter the world
Most may say
But where does that all change
When did you go from loving with your all to disrespecting everything?

She was in middle school when she was called fat
She still remember to this day who said it to her
It stuck to her, and she's near her 20s
She don't think she will ever feel secure
It hurt
It hurts a lot
She felt disrespected
Yes she did
Messed her up mentally

Growing up her parents told her
"Sweetie, you are fat"
"Sweetie, you need to lose weight"
Insecurity, that's what she’s stuck with
The people who should love and cherish her
The people who should take her for who she is
The people who should respect her
Disrespected her emotionally.

Dudes hit on her like she is a piece of meat
With a 
"Let me see what’s under all that"
Or a
"Omg! Look at that ass"
And a 
"Girl, you know you want this D"
That’s the attention she gets
That’s the only attention she get
So she takes it and it becomes okay.

Emotionally disrespected
Mentally imprinted within
And she don’t even know

She grew to become a woman she never thought she’d be
Finding love in all the wrong places
She let that sorry piece of crap hurt her
She let him disrespect her
"Trash come here" 
And a 
“Don’t get that ass beat”
Ending with a
“You know who daddy is”
Disrespectful that’s what is.

Since when was this okay?
Since when was this just whatever.
When did this all start you may ask.
It all started when she didn’t get the love she deserve.
It started when that guy called her fat.
It started when her mom called her ugly
It started when her dad called her fat
It started when she gave in
It started when she disrespected herself.

Possible yes it is
She disrespected herself when she didn’t stand up for herself.
And when you don’t love or respect yourself, how would you know to see it.
And that’s how it is. 
Respect starts within, and without out no one will respect you Ever.

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the sum of you

The sum of you…
Beautiful scars, tempered life,
Beloved of God, captivating wife.

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Woman of Gold

Woman of Gold

Are you a statue?
Or are you a goddess
Frozen in time
Such beauty for all to admire
Yet we know that there is more to you
Maybe a life of sadness
Maybe you lived in the purest joy
We can tell what your soul is like
Your eyes stare straight ahead
Looking at all of us
Maybe you are wondering what we think
As we pass by and look at you
Woman of gold
Although out heart goes out
We will always remember you
Although we may never know the real you
Our minds will give you life
Our thought will tell your story
And in our heart you will be alive

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A Wise Old Woman

Once this wise old woman told me,
A man should act like a man,
treat his woman well,
don't mess up to often,
and listen.
She said,
her marriage lasted 60 years,
to the same man,
all because,
he listened with his heart.
Treated her with respect,
and when he did mess up,
she chose to ignore, if it was not
too bad.
I ask her, what was too bad,
lying, cheating, drinking, smoking,
cursing, swearing, and just plain being lazy.
Other than that, things were fine.

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Something worthwhile
something to beguile me
And whittle time away wistfully
And blissfully
Someone wily to surreptitiously sneak up behind me
And be kind to me
Someone to stave off the starvation of smiles
And bring glee to me
A place for a misfit to visit
Someone with eyes to see past my shadows
And the darkness wherein the path narrows
Who forgives me for where I have been
And to lift me liltingly to where I am going
All the while glowing 
And knowing that something beautiful is always birthed by nothingness
Someone to say that it’s okay
Even when it’s not
To bleach out a blot
A spot
A stain I disdain
Someone to train her eye on the positive
And drain away the inkiness of incompatibility
Someone that will dare enough to care
And share a slice of serenity 
Someone wild, wistful and wondrous to the second power
Who, hour by hour,
And second by second someone who will reckon with sadness
Someone who has harmony in her voice
Requesting that I rejoice
With a symphony of sympathy in her eyes
A soul who can sympathize
And rise to any occasion
Someone to heal any abrasion
Inside or out
Someone to dissipate my doubt
A woman without wounds or a worrisome past
Someone to come along……..
At last
I am but a tune ready to be played by her
And for a mystical melody to occur
Someone who means rest at the hundredth mile
With a simple smile
A woman worthwhile              
    © 2012….copyright PHREEPOETREE.~free cee!~


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Passion and Poetry

Midnight thirty
A room softly lit
White velvet beauty
In the corner you sit
Fingers and toes
Painted coral and red
An ivory necklace
On a cherry wood bed
Aura of splendor
Your presence divine
A glint of your lips
You fill up my mind
Lie here beside me
Breath upon breath
Passion and poetry 
Is all I have left
Moon through the curtains
Your body a string
To be plucked by my fingers
My angel will sing

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dream on little boy, dream on- part 1

I have heard a tale of the darkest forest that is known for its whispering trees, 
forbidden fruits, and its dancing roses all kept in touch by winter’s hand. I seek to 
confirm these facts made by delusional men, but I, I seek an even more forbidden fruit, 
and a more soothing whisper that is not of the trees to caress my ears.  I seek a figure 
whose peachy skin is bathed in the white satin of winter.  A figure whose lips that are 
flushed and soft, that they beckon for a mortals lips to embrace their own.  I look and I 
listen for a tempting whisper, I take note to every sound that floats by my ears.  One 
resonance catches my intention; it’s the sound of fracturing ice behind 7 trees I failed 
to perceive.  O was I mislead by these delusional fools, for such a beauty cannot be 
described by mere and simple words.  I was never a poet but the sight of her made 
poetic lines flow into my head. It went like this:   “A soft and delicate petal amidst the 
sea’s darkness beacons for a stem, a stem to lift it up to the sun and thaw the chains 
that bind”.   The ice that I spoke of earlier was not fracturing; they were simply forming 
beneath her feet as she elegantly strode along the rivers bank.  I questioned myself on 
whether to call her or not, for I could not recall a name by which she went.  So I simply 
said: “O, winter’s Goddess, satisfy this mortal with the visage that obscures the hearts 
of men”.  She simply turned around and glanced into my eyes then said: “Who is this 
goddess that you beacon so much for? I am only a woman whose love is frozen in her 
own tears.  A woman whose eyes, are as vast as the sea that they can drown a man 
searching for love”.   I replied: “Your love maybe frozen in tears of sadness, but I seek 
to thaw them out into tears of joy, your love cannot drown a man who has already 
found what he seeks.”   With these words said, I walk towards her slowly and embrace 
her in my arms; I lean in to kiss this winter queen’s lips, but she suddenly vanishes in 
my arms.  The shout of a mother penetrates my ears telling me to get her a drink of 
water in the middle of the night. Finished with the feeble task that mother set out for 
me, I venture back into my bed to fall into slumber once more.   

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#292 In Fields Felt Desire

 In a world of wonder and destiny
In fields felt desire
The saddened child grazes the wood
Searching through fallacy 
The enchantments of life
Armed only with a lid of holes
And the see-through glass named Mason
Wondering about, looking for the fly called dragon
To bring home the beginnings of friendship.
   Through glorified days and starry nights
Oblivious within the self-righteous desire to be
The child turned woman gives glance to the eye beholding her
Taking foot into the meadows of life
Holding the hand of her knightly lover
Enraptured by the gift of a single rose
She offers a kiss to grant acceptance
As she is laid upon the tending lilac
Ensconced within the rushing energies of love.
   Reflected through the looking glass
Despair and age filled lines
The hapless woman stares through lonely eyes
Seeking to recapture through whimsical desire
The life of hasty passing
Reality surpassing the dreamscape days of youth
As the smile once vibrant falls with the taciturn voice
Where love forever shrivels to the shape
Of one more calendar day.
   Blossoms cascading from lucid dreams
In fields felt desire
Touched by the transient illusions
Emotions to pierce the baby's eye
Forthright to the justice of nature
For all things being are happenstance
Life given in shallow time
As gods create in zany perfection
The immortals born to die.
     By: Darren J McMurray
            July 3, 2009

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River Goddess

Eyes like a river goddess
I named her Osun
In her underworld kingdom
Reflected by the full moon
Sometimes I understand not her erratic ways
Her wit or her obscure wisdom
Abandons the ways of her fathers 
And became a beliver Christian
Elegant damsel the best I have ever seen
If beauty was art
Then you re the artist rare perfection
Coincidence are not based on chances
They are nature’s fair selection
You are the angel that guides me to the celestial light
You push me further and further
To where the sun shines bright
Your Companionship uplifts me while
My foes underestimate my might
I will appear and disappear in thou sight
Since the day I was born into this world
I never met such an incredible being
Came from the New World but I mistook her for an indigene of Spain
We tarry then plan to marry in the August rain	
And then settle in Colorado by summer
Got to a lake where we met a lonely drummer
We argued all day about the society and politics
Your argument went on with jokes and laughter
And we had so much fun days after
As your face shone like the moon
And glowed like the sun
I know that one day we will be together as one.

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You Don't Understand

you don't understand
is a line I often hear
especially from those
who hold pain so dear

rather than share
and relate their misery
they chose to dwell
within their own agony

to say "you don't understand"
is an easy thing to do
but do you really know
what others have been through

I've seen babies
beaten within an inch of their life
done time with husbands
who killed their loving wife

a woman who was raped
and left to die
he cut off her arms and legs
she wondered why

families so poor
dumpsters become a diner
sometimes they splurged
from a trash can liner

just the other day
a woman sold her child
to feed an addiction
that had gotten too wild

go to any nursing home 
and visit the elderly
look deep into their desolate eyes
where memories used to be

reach out and comfort them
while holding their hand
whisper in their ear
"you don't understand"..........

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(To women, esp. those who care) 

The lights have all gone,
The torch lamp’s weary
To drive darkness
Away for
Darkness is eternity!
Light your candle
In order to bequeath 
To the humankind  
The heritage
And be saved!
The seclusion unbearable
O come woman
Come noble creature
To console the suffering
Human race
By the soft sound of your voice
Your turtledove voice
Speak when you come
That Chinese I like so much
Come when the winds blow
Come when trees crawl
Come when birds sing
Or to loving mates are calling
Come when I come
Let’s come together, all our life!

Oh, the night and the torch lamp
O at a dark night of a rainy season
At Elobi for a forlorn student
Like me
It’s strident
O my Allah give a woman 
To care for.

Yaoundé, June 29, 2002

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Into twinkling illegible pieces of star dust,
Imagined hours over within the confines of a blissful yawn,
Yet for me it was real as any unreality could be,
Ghostly thoughts gently tapping on a sleeping mind

She stood there with beautiful face I could not make out,
Still I felt comforted by pin cushioned brain numbness,
Loving someone I never met and surely never will,
Anyway no blurry vision could ever embrace me.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

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 Paris, France, 1986

By the window I sit
	When the rainy and blue sky
Are still highly above the sky, and the shadows made them tall and endless
	But  if I decided to write this,
Would it echoes through my pencil and awake her?
When I was still remembering the autumn atonement 
	And I pick up my impulse
And I shuttle up my imaginary line.
	Oh glares will!
I still sitting down there
	By the window and the blue-darkness sky looks at me
And alone with the moonlight 
	And weary eyes...
Reading the giddiness songs
	I felt safe to myself throughout
This anew coming and I see myself sitting now
	By the wooden fire
The Paris night is so beautiful indeed!
	I see myself against the shadow
Such as hers! I do not know;
	And see you, too, were walking over me.

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Our Bodies

The limitations slither over, around
In the gravity and measurements
The slope of my breasts
Pores sheening like rosy suns
And my brain, the quantum guide
The source of my vector
Allowing me no more room than the universe
As I sense that it is all mine
But I am nothing

I belong to the whole of civilization
But so do they, to me

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The Last Daughter

I think of you, mother.
I think of you, grandmother.
Only three castings forward of our mitochondria over 100 years.

I think past you, grandmother, 
          to your mother, 
                 and her mother,
	 and beyond.

The unbroken hawser of female to female.

Back so far afore the scouring of mountains,
      the rising of seas, the comings and goings of saber-tooths and mastodon.
Back through time, when at one moment we were something else.
        Then, in the belch of birth... the human genome.

I think of that vestige of our inimitable femininity that is unchanged...
                     Woman to woman to woman.

Who was the first who raised her hand in rage and fear, 
      in this unique humanity, 
            against her daughter?

	Woman to woman to woman.

I am the last daughter, a Y for my X, a son.

                    Woman to woman to woman 
                               would stand aghast when I said...
	I do not know how to love.  Take him; I do not know how to love.

I tried, but I am the last daughter, 
                               and I will not succeed. 

Mother to mother to mother to daughter.  
                                                I do not know how to love.

I am the last, the ultimate daughter.  
                 I will not pass our inimitable femininity.

	                 I am the ultimate daughter.   
                                                           I will pass abundant amnesty.

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It Hurts/Emotional Wounds

Before I started writing poems
I was experiencing some heart brake 
the relationship wit my 1st love failed 
so I started going on blind dates
I'm sorry to say but the scar 
my ex left on me is still eternally bleeding
and it's only by the grace of God
that I'm still emotional breathing
this wound hurts I just wanna
forget about her and lay back
but I need true love from a woman 
so I'm searching for it like a needle in a hay stack
I'm trying to get to the person I once was
hoping wit the next woman I meet
helps me to fall back in love
It's a hurting feeling thinking ya family don't love you
maybe because since birth 
your worldly father really didn't want you
so I figure my life was based on being accepted
and not to dwell on life's tragic emotional lessons
it hurts being played whether by ya girl or one of ya friends
I guess I thought my homies
would stay true to the end
but when it boils down to it
they can't save me from sin 
and since my family ain't much 
my Christian brothers & sisters are my closes to kin
I been emotionally wounded by this devilish world
you can see it in how I sleep how I'm all wrapped up & curled
when I look at what Christ suffered for me how can I complain
so I'm looking foward to the sunshine
But 1st I gotta deal wit 
this emotional rain

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What to Say

What to say to a woman.

To a woman with doubt in her mind,
fear in her heart,
knots in her soul.

To a woman with lust in her eyes,
hunger in her gut
and desire in her body.

To a woman who wanders in the dark,
rejects the love of friends,
accepts the hands of a stranger.

To a woman who misses her companions,
her family;
and longs for arms at night.

To a woman who cries out for attention
and finds it only in the eyes
of a man hiding behind a mask.

They try to teach us so many things;
how to live, how to kill,
how to die,
how to win and to lose;
cook, fish, drive, read, write;
how to be honorable
and how to survive pain.

But not a one has told,
or even truly knows,
the key to giving comfort,
to listening;
to find solutions,
or to be the romantic
or the friend
as needed.

Not one, man, woman or beast
has ever told a man;
what to say to a woman.

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Who Is Jimmy Anderson?

Who am I?  Ok, here’s the truth.  I won’t lie. ..I’m a cool ass guy who may be 
imprisoned, but is as free as a butterfly….
	32 years old. A heart of gold,. 5’8” tall, 140lbs.  A slim dude who walks 
nude-privately- all year round!  A sexy s.o.b.! Whose #1 passion is poetry!  Clean 
cut with a cute butt and a little silly. I enjoy a lot of things; I love music and yes, I 
dance and sing. I also love musical instruments so I truly enjoy concerts and live 
events! I am a “movie buff”.  My personality is kinda dark, I really enjoy amusement 
	I protect my heart with a breastplate.  B/c only the tough and rough 
survive, for I am an inmate.  That’s right.  I’ve made a lot of mistakes.  I’ve been 
through just about every kind of heartache.  I’ve been there, done that. Being 
abused as a child trained me for combat.  Thats right, physically and sexually 
abused.  So knowing how to “love” left me confused.  For years I battled an 
emotional war.  But I’m not ashamed any more!  It’s been lonely in a place like this.  
No woman to kiss and my 3 daughters I desperately miss.  7 years here can change 
a man!  I had no one to take my hand.  I did the time all alone.  My Momma dead 
and gone.  It was in 2007 when she passed and went on to Heaven!
	Everyone deserves a second chance.  I long for love and romance.  I 
used to be a dishonest guy.  Now I refuse to tell a lie.  An old cliché, but it’s my way-
“The truth will set you free”!  You can see who I am in my poetry!
	I would like to find a woman and settle down.  Give her jewels for her 
crown! A woman who will stand by me, through thick and thin.  She must be first 
and foremost, my best friend.  I love a woman with spunk, and she must have some 
junk-in-her trunk!  I’m talking about a nice butt, and I welcome a voluptuous woman 
with a slight gut.  That’s something most men hate.  But I value a woman with a 
little weight!  This makes me excited, sexually.  The woman I choose won’t refuse 
when I go down and bite it!  She must love me for me.  She must accept my silly, yet 
morbid personality.  So give me a fair look and visit me at MySpace and FaceBook.  
Later gator!!!

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                                  I INK THEREFORE I AM

Of course I’ll never forget the woman
Her name has been needled into my flesh
forever with ink that makes me think
What if?
As I woefully wonder
Wonder what if the woman hadn’t have been the woman the woman had been
What if the roses would have been real?
What if the scars could finally heal?
What if her promises hadn’t been promiscuous and pernicious propaganda to produce the inevitability of her selfish desire
What if I had been the one to put out the fire?
What if the stars stopped seducing the sun into nighttime
What if solemnity didn’t seem so sublime
It happened on a day darker than the darkness at midnight
And I wonder
What if I never had to wonder
Why, wonder I, did white turn black
Front to back
Smiles to frowns
Ups to downs
Clowns to clouds
Candy to bitter brandy
Licorice to liquor
Fine and fancy to forgotten
Silken sheets to common cotton
What if and why?
Two questions that make me think
All because of some indelible ink
                                               © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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FREE CEE i ink therefore i am

                                   I INK THEREFORE I AM

Of course I’ll never forget the woman
Her name has been needled into my flesh
forever with ink that makes me think
What if?
As I woefully wonder
Wonder what if the woman hadn’t have been the woman the woman had been
What if the roses would have been real?
What if the scars could finally heal?
What if her promises hadn’t been promiscuous and pernicious propaganda to produce the inevitability of her selfish desire
What if I had been the one to put out the fire?
What if the stars stopped seducing the sun into nighttime
What if solemnity didn’t seem so sublime
It happened on a day darker than the darkness at midnight
And I wonder
What if I never had to wonder
Why, wonder I, did white turn black
Front to back
Smiles to frowns
Ups to downs
Clowns to clouds
Candy to bitter brandy
Licorice to liquor
Fine and fancy to forgotten
Silken sheets to common cotton
What if and why?
Two questions that make me think
All because of some indelible ink
                                               © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Once I would like to be pregnant.
I would like to be a full flower
with ripening fruit,
a religious mound,
worthy of worship and godliness.
I would like to be the drink
that nourishes a seed
or nine syllables of the oldest language
telling the ultimate story.
I would like to witness the glint of envy,
flashing like flint on flint
in other women's eyes
as they bask in my glow.
What could be better 
than a queen responsible for her country
or the unblemished temple
housing the union of three bodies,
another version of the trinity:
mother, father and holy child?

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Time Ticks on

Time Ticks On

As a child I dreamed
and played and frolicked
I knew nothing of time
and time knew nothing of me
and as I grew my dreams became real
little by little, 
one by one,
and time ticked on
As a young adult I worked 
and played and loved
I was introduced to dead lines
and I knew time well
but my dreams grew,
little by little
one by one,
and time ticked on
As a young woman I yearned
and prayed and cried
please, let me have a family of my own
but the dream slipped away
time passed too quickly
my dreams were fading
little by little,
one by one,
and time ticked on
As an old woman I sit and rock
and tell stories and listen
to the blossoming dreams of youth
my time is passing
my dreams have gone
little by little
one by one,
my time ticks on.

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You'll Be Mine - Forever

 keeps drawing me back to you
I try to create a rift
from the hold that you have upon me
but I cannot
I’ve been trying to deny
that which has united us
in an eternal bond
It is useless of me
to keep trying to run from you
No matter how much I tell myself
you are not a part of my life
deep down I know that you are
not just a part of my life, you are my life
What a fool I was to think
I could live in this world without you
There is no other place in this world
where I would rather be
Your heart is the only home
that my love has ever known
Please don’t abandon it now
when it doesn’t have anywhere else to go
You belong to me and I belong to you.
Turn your back on me…no, not ever.
Hold me in your arms…yes, forever.

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For my mother

There's this woman I know
Who is the strongest woman I have ever known.
She fights off all my demons with only a few simple words.
She's a warrior in my mind,
The kind that can fight battles
And heal any wound. 
This woman I know has seen so much pain and hurt in her world
But yet, she has risen above it and has become stronger for it. 
She teaches me something new everyday
About the struggles of life and how to deal with it all,
And how to be better because of it. 
This woman I know is my home, my heart,
The source of life for me. 
She is the greatest woman I have ever known. 
She is my best friend, whom I confide in every day. 
She is real, she is honest,
She is my mother.

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Watch It Buddy

Watch it Buddy,
don't even think about it;
you see me, and I know you know it.
Don't fool with her,
she is mine,
and I'm hers'.
You mess with her,
and you'll see a big man get mean.

Now you just tuck your tail between your chicken legs,
and take yourself back on down the road;
watch it now buddy, don't even look back,
but-but-nothing!- Get outa here and don't come back.

You see she's with me,
and I'm with her.
If you mess with my Earth Angel,
you're going to see a big man get mean!
Take a hike,
a long walk of a short pier,
go hunting for treasure down on skid Row,
but don't think about touching my baby.

Watch it Buddy,
or the next time you come around,
you're going to be cross-eyed.
Have a good-day.


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A Encounter To Remember

       I sat at the counter in the corner coffee shop sipping a latte.  It was a dark dreary 
rainy   day.  I was lost in my own thoughts when a woman brushed my side and sat next to 
me.  Removing her coat she smiled and ordered a sweet tea.  I could not help but notice her 
striking beauty.  The smell of her perfume was intoxicating.  Her aura was very stimulating.  
I picked up my newspaper to distract my thoughts.  I prayed she would not hear my 
pounding heart for surely I would be caught.  But d***-it, she radiated so much sexual 
energy.  I felt the intense arousal surfice from deep within me.
       She made casual conversation with the woman next to her.  All I heard was their 
murmur.Her head was facing the woman and so I took that time to look her over a bit.  I felt 
like a nitwit.  My heart hammered in my chest.  Her black turtle neck sweater snug on her 
voluptuous breasts.  She was surely blessed.  I never knew such hunger could manifest.  Her 
dark raven hair was pulled back in a pony tail.  I had an uncontrolible urge to lean over and 
give her shiny hair a smell.  I noticed the curve of her pretty ear, and the dangling diamond 
that sparked like a chandelier.  I then felt a sudden urge of fear.  Her head turned and 
looked me in the eye.  I wanted to disappear.  I wanted to die.  I put my hand on my 
shaking thigh.  I averted my eyes, reached into my levi's and pulled out a five dollar bill.  I 
was so embarrassed and felt suddenly ill.  I placed the money on the counter, grabbed my 
coat and got up to leave.  As I got to the entrance the woman called out to me.  Smiling she 
walked towards me with a seductive sway in her hips.  As she was approaching me she 
licked her full lucious lips.  She reached out with my wallet in her hand.  "In your sudden 
rush to leave you dropped this funnyman."  She winked and said.  My face turned beet red.  
I felt beads of perspiration at the top of my head.  I grabbed my wallet from her and turned 
and fled!
 continued in Pt2

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                 THE KNIGHT KNOWS KNOT

Good night, woman I will never hold
Nor will you get to mold me into a man of manor meant
You were sent to deny me due delight
Good night lady I will never lay beside in bed
Nor get to watch your doe some eyes be closed for night's contentment
Oh woman know I bid thee sleep's seclusion
With a damsel's dream wherein daisies dance with delicate abandon
Upon the softness of quilted quietude
Floating on the fruitful vines of grapes and gratitude
While sprites take delight in fanciful and graceful flight
To the woman I will never hold in the cold of callous winter's blight
I bid a damsel's due
Good night
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The Last Whisky

One last shot and the glass
will totally be empty
The aroma and taste
were superb like crazy!

Faraway you embody
in this melancholy time
Did you dismiss me
Like last whisky's goodbye?

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-Woman I see-

Everyday she wakes Looks in the mirror But doesn't see the person starring back... She's hurting inside Her bodies in turmoil Blocked out memories that are better off forgotten... For years she's let people see what she wants them to see Skeleton's in her closet But the bones don't quite fit... My heart is bleeding How do I help When what she feels and felt hits close to my home I feel her remorse, her pain Her cries at night for peace... If only she could see what I see in her The strong, beautiful woman with endless possibilities A woman with a heart of gold... If and when you need to face your demons I will be there for you Through thick and thin...forever your best friend. 7/16/10

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new lease

Communication break down for several months 
who knows why i am unsure i don't question the trials of others its not meant 
for me to know. I take the still frame in my mind of this insight time. Destiny 
and life crossed our path of communication once again all i can do is praise the 
fact. You bring something different this round your baggage you have 
dropped. A goal in mind with a can do attitude what else could be more 
pleasing to some one looking into innerworkings like me. Something to pay 
attention to and keep breathe into this new opportunity life has threw at me. 
Maybe i am a wishful thinker maybe i am a dreamer i am unsure really maybe i 
am just to blind to the big picture. All one can do is hope and have faith of a 
better tomorrow. One must work in the lighting to rest in the sunshine. Life 
seems to be a on going storm of emotion and feeling. As we work to better 
our selfs . I some times wonder am i fighting the monster of life or the monster 
inside of myself. Indifferently i would just like to resolve my demon.  I am a 
strong individual i have to be with the person i am the people who surround me 
the weaker souls in need of a hand while there hanging on the edge of the cliff 
of petie bullshit to them its the catastrophic demise of the world. Still i offer 
wonder who or what do i need to complete the puzzle i ponder. I am nothing 
as i use to be,i am a different creature a different cult in my personality  i have 
over come many bumps in the road been the saving grace in many stories,still i 
have a desire for a reason a desire to begin a new chapter in life a chapter of 
me and my story and my beginning  living knowing myself and knowing where i 
belong. So the anthem speaks tonight i shall keep walking that line. In hopes 
one day i will know why.

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Rambling The Sequal

Symphony sweet melodic harmony, Rage has taken over dismissing the only calm in me, Alarming me, What is the motive? Who has the intentions of truly harming me? Scarring me, Internally it's burning me, Scorching... Symphony sweet melodic harmony, Sing Love songs when your heart is most vacant, And soak inside of misery, In shame you must stay complacent, But with me, I can provide that love forever scorching, Yet the fact i can't escape my Destin(ie) has really got me Torching, Symphony sweet melodic harmony, Ignite the flame of doubt, Temptation revelations make a young brother want to shout, Out, Compare the past to the present and calculate the growth, And ignore the fact that I'm here, Love and Happiness I'm missing both, Yet i try to give away as if i'm able, And even though my heart and soul has wealth, I can't seem to give it to you girl because your mind is on stealth, Mourning.... Symphony sweet melodic harmony, Alarming me, Warning the mind of danger, Of strangers, Deranged change has a mind strained, It's crazy, Or am I? I've been told that the finest things are worth gambling for, So I guess for your attention is what i'm rambling for, Yet i can't seem to get a vibe, Is this worth gambling for? And I've yet to sink your battleship, I feel eternally at war, But like a drug, You have me stuck still asking for more, Pleading for an answer, Ramble on, Ramble on, But what am I really Rambling for??

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Sermon on mouth

Sermon on the mouth

Up in the hill of congregation
When the land came upon him
Mouth open, a seep of, sleep down 
When he set, the prayer of praise
What he has, what he will give 
You have not present appreciation 
What you build he gives and will
Will to given for him who knows
You woman and man married
See your back, fast lags 
With fast eyes are brothers
Comtampted content  you contact 
Are not with his
Wide like the ocean your mouth vague. 
If you weak? Endure 
The blood that came out
Put your hand, suffered the land
All the world upon them, we hang
Our mind accepting the cause
Our soul pushing for better 
Slapping every air within
That nothing good will to us
The greatest among then is love

Theme: 	Worshipping God, appreciation or thanksgiving, unfaithful wive, children suffering hope, love
Note: This is a free verse poem and 26 lines. It poem about women who are not always faithful to their husband and the outcome is always that the children gotten out of such wedlock suffered a lot, and they are not always contented with what God has given them. 
(1) Woman who are married should remain and be contented with their husband
(2)	Children should not be made to suffer what is not their fault.
(3)	Husband and wife should always think befor divorce 

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Eyes of the Lynx

In Native American mythology 
The species of feline named Lynx symbolizes
The ability to see clearly, as well as being
The knower of secrets, in terms of what
We hide from ourselves as well as others

I did not ask for this gift
Nonetheless, it is ever present, 
Sometimes, I strive to imagine
Having a blind eye for the 
Things that I truly see
And owning a deaf ear
Towards what is really heard

Having known many people in this life’s venture
Associates sometimes are distant strangers
And strangers become close confidants
For to see what is hidden from others
Is to observe what is unseen by many
To know that which we attempt to conceal 
From ourselves, is to look through the eyes of the Lynx


Do these eyes pierce you? 
Or do they intrigue you 
Perhaps both at the same time? 

I didn’t mean to make you shudder
While that smug tone of voice began to stutter 
As you became aware of the pensive
Stare, that unintentionally seeps right
Through to the core, those false masks 
So neatly worn, cringes upon the prospect
Of those interior thoughts exposed to the exterior

Gazing around a room full of puppets
To their own suppressed ideas
While thinking their inner most secrets are safe
However, the eyes of the Lynx do not lie, 


 Go ahead, 
Condemn the wealthy woman 
Across the room in the corner
But did I notice a glare of envy? 
Laugh at the alcoholic as he
Guzzles down his fluids of intoxication
But, wipe the saliva from your mouth
Persecute the two woman as they sit arm in arm
Was that a flicker of fascination I detected? 

For now, I too will wear my mask
One of innocence and vulnerability
And saunter about the room quietly 
For if they only knew, 

Eyes of the Lynx
An unwanted gift? 
Or underappreciated blessing? 
Either way, 

ODE TO THE MIGHTY LYNX……………………………………

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The wind, the wave, the sea,
Cannot contain my love for thee,
Desert, distance, mountains time,
Cannot keep your hand from mine.

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I cannot sing
I cannot carry a tune
I cannot run
I stumble and run like a clown
I cannot hum
my tunes are all in my head
I cannot sew
I'm not in love with thread
I cannot cook either
this gives no patience or joy
not even satisfaction
nothing, just annoy
its all just too much work
all too much domesticity
Id rather have more quiet time
to read, to sleep to think
to walk with dogs in the woods and sit
nevermind anything on the stove, or sink
my life has turned to what I need
I just here by myself.

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Lady At The Well

At the well she will drink
Carry on thoughts like a conversation
By herself, she will not question life
In an argument with two 

The air shall blow crisp
Settle your cares for a few 
Admire the scene of color
Be gentle to yourself like no one will

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my sista
a woman with a good heart
she acquiantances alcoholics,haters and psychos
all in her big house
Debby,to me you are an image 
of how a black woman should be
i love you more than what they can tell
and i'm more of a man than what you hear
but i guess
it doesn't really matter what they tell you
'cuz to me
you never cease to be good

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What I said

An intelligent woman once said to me,
All man cannot see beyond our beauty,
Because that’s the only thing a man truly searches for.

And I told her she was right, and said “I being a man truly see
And search for a woman that has a beautiful,

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Caress me
with your kisses
you little delicate thing
with your soft, silent
quick and tiny breaths
and wings like the
stained-glass windows 
of the cathedral
and as they pray
you dance
paint the air I breathe
with fragile beauty
Feeding flowers
with the dust 
of another lovely
Visiting the minds
of dreamers
and children

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Barefoot, blistered and bleeding
She wanders in from the street
People stare, flabbergasted
Very odd, unheard of in fact

She doesn’t know her size
So like Cinderella, she tries them on
Randomly selecting pretty colours

Silvery, glittery heels
She twirls for the mirror
Sales assistant sighs
Wellingtons for the garden
If she had one!

Satin ice skates
She would glide on the icy pond
Pretty sandals
To feel the sand between her toes

Boring, black brogues
With no pennies in her pocket
She wanders back to the street
Barefoot, blistered and bleeding

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A Woman by the Water's Edge

I see a woman who is said to be obsessed by water
stands by the water’s edge;
to her it doesn’t matter
if it’s a river, a lake or an ocean, as long as it’s the water;
I suppose, it’s because a little stream from a spring within 
her tender bosom flows incessantly.

One gloomy rainy day of autumn 
a woman in a car by a lakeside is gazing,
as droplets, stands on the surface of the water for a moment 
then disappears leaving ripples behind the rain tapping windshield 
of the car.

The woman in the car is, 
perhaps, the woman who is fond of the water
I suppose. Yet; I wonder, 
what’s she thinking at this moment.

Although mixed thoughts 
may be whirled in her mystic mind
she looks not sad neither happy nor sorrowful or delighted.

The rain keeps falling tapping windshield of the car.

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Treasures Awoken

I wear my heart upon my sleeve
and hold it high so now i bleed
I can't believe I'm hearing this
I wonder why I am so pissed
I can't explain all of the pain
I think i'm going quite insane
the reason is that i'm so mad
I just can't stand to be so glad
I cry alone in darker caves
chemical burns rearrange my face
I wanted to believe in you
but all I got was this lousy t shirt
cry me a river and now make it hurt
where are you now I think i'm stumped
I lifted my pain onto the bed 
I cried out softly in my head
leave me now I cry and bleed
make me see all things I need
I think of you, the one true love
I think of all of the things above
How dare you do the death on me
I drive myself so crazily
Like it it now
like it now...Like me
How dare you go into the fray
the void I make will make you stray
leave all the blood upon my floor
I think of all the things in store
Left and strutted I am so blunt
I make you want and want and want
I think of all the things you've done
How dare you talk to me at once
Like me for me I am a dream
how dare you break me into streams
I am a golden beam of course
I started to become your source
like a desire that's left unsaid
I say it once and make you glad
I am fulfilled and so i'm sure
when you become me I'll make you soar
Treasure and gifts I've left on your porch
defy me and see what i'll do ..I will scorch
The earth and the heavens begin to believe me
I swallow the oceans and make you deceive me
leave me and cancel all fates and all wrongdoings
all of the followings all of the strongholds
barred none I withhold
I think only of death
once again I am cold and Ice frozen and stealthed
I think what I wanted to do with the ice pick
I've fallen and fallen for you I do really think
I know I have tried to withhold all emotion
all devotion and stationed guards at my hearts door
I think I have fallen and yet I deplore
I am questionable,
left unspoken so sensational
Not very rational but very satanical
Like a bible's verse tyrannical
I discover the true nature of the universe
I then guide you to a pure rational scent of a woman's curse.

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coffee in the park

Always something to see or something to do,
Comfortable in a familiar setting, sitting on a bench in the park amongst the trees
There she sits looking wonderfully pretty (oh, how she is so very pretty)
--The one whom shares her time drinking coffee and tea
Every day I see beauty, however this day it sits right close, just next to me,
The color of her eyes changed like the shades of leaves on an inconspicuously romantic fall day
As it was, it is unsure as to whether we really meant to charm each other.
 Thoughts worked their way out of my mouth taking the form of words,
She returned the favor
--Some filled with meaning some filled with none sense (these thoughts turned word)
Wonderful words nonetheless
Regardless the conversations passed with the generous breeze; the words faded out into unexplained places.
Stared at my feet, the beauty was blinding
Self-consciousness washed over me and though I rebel against most things I could not my nature
And so felt naked as my eyes could not hide my attraction to her even in a downward stare.
Nervous- she must have been aware of such, as she gently nudged me with a smile here and there in what seemed to be an attempt to get me to relax.
No matter the meaning it helped me relax.
Hours passed with smiles and deep glances though the moments remained in my mind.
Curious are the curious things that interest me, yet do beautiful women not interest everyone?
What a wonderful distraction in that familiar place upon a bench in the park amongst the trees
Always so much to do, so much to see on an extraordinary autumn day.

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More to a Woman

There's more to a woman than her body and curves.
At the core of her brain is a thunderstorm that rain 
down wisdom, knowledge, and understanding.
Flooding the soul of man with love in it's truest form.
There's more to a woman than her physical beauty.
She's a living breathing ocean with waves of compassion
leaping from the depths.
Sweeping man up in her current allowing him to swim in 
her essences.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet.

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More to a Woman

There's more to a woman than her body and curves.
At the core of her brain is a thunderstorm
that rain down wisdom, knowledge, and understanding.
Flooding the soul of man with love in it's truest form.
There's more to a woman than her physical beauty.
She's a living breathing ocean with waves of compassion
leaping from the depths.
Sweeping man up in her current allowing him to swim
in her essences.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet.

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 Women are fragile and strong at the same time.

Women give life everyday and raise it with all the love it with all thier might.

Women are fragile you should not every hurt hurt one because when you hurt one of us you better be prepared to fight all of us.

Do not underestimate women because they are stronger than men can be left bruised 

 not a dime to their name and have babies to fed and the very next day they get up to 

look for work hustling to bring home the money to buy food and clothes for them and 

her children and does not even break a sweat as she pays the bills suriving from one 

day to the next keeping her head up high do not mess with women they are both 

fragile and stronge they can feel pain but be strong enough to wipe away the tears and 

get back to business the very same day.

Women are both fragile and strone and that is how we will survive through anything that comes at us and teach the next generation of women to do the same.

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Awaiting the day that woman of my dreams
will show up and reveal the emotions 
that I also share
I write down my feelings on paper because when 
I speak  my words I want to make it clear
that I chose the right one
to compare.
They say never judge a book by its cover 
but yet holding youi in my arms is a life
changing moment
Not wanting to let go
awaiting what my future has in sttore 
the only thing I wont take 
as an answer is no.
Reminising about all the others I encountered 
but yet no other is like you 
so unique & outspoken
I wish others can realize that 
the true definition of what makes a woman a perfect 10.
You are the cure of my depression and there is no other
girl that I can officially call 
My Gift From Above
yet I question myself 
weather I am in Lust but 
a man never doubts when he is in love.
Once again invision my metaphoric 
that inspires me to compliment you 
through the power of poetry.
My illusionistic points of view  may not be clear
right away
I guess what I am trying to say today is my day
There may be moments that i will i miss 
I end my dedication by 
sealing you with the kiss.

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Can't get up
Let down 
Can't move on
Look deeply into her soul
You see it clear
This girl
This woman
Is broken

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Looking Into Her Eyes

Laying in a field of flowers
He looks into her eyes
In the deep blue he sees into her soul
She cries as he looks at her
What is it that he sees?
Can he see a little girl?
Crying when she lost her first love
Her heart broken for the first of many times
Does he see the woman before him?
The woman whose heart desires to be loved
Can he see the dreams she always had?
A tear runs down her cheek as she thinks
Could he ever love her?
Again he looks in her eyes
He sees what he has been looking for
He sees the woman he loves
Her questions were answered
The minute she looked in his eyes
And she sees love

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a womans worth

a woman worth 
she is more precious than rubbies
more beautiful than gold 
truly a woman is a sight to behold
when she was molded she broke the mold 
lets talk about her wisdom 
my mom once said learn all you can 
my girl said i am your best friend
she has the most delicate hands
a woman value can not be measured
she is far greater than pleasure
to behold her to touch her beautiful face
without a woman we would be a lost human race

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Wish Upon A Star

I'm wishing upon a star
Wondering where you are
Are you glad
That we are no longer an us
I got your letter about trust
I dont know what you mean
Cuz you the one that went out and cheated on me
I was hurt
I let you you treat me anyway you wannted
I was all you needed
I did everything a woman was surpose to do
I was there for when your boys wasnt true
Now whats that mean to you
What do she do
All she is
Is a show peace
You need and woman whos gonna be there for you
But your love wasnt true
The the sky is blue
While I'll be wishing upon a star for you

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Shadow of Love

Once our love was so sweet 
Anywhere, anytime you beat
My heart’s time 
Road life covered with flowers
In my breath your shadow figured!
The mornings I got your smile 
That helped me to move on
The evenings I got your laugh 
That helped me to dream 
Road life covered with flowers
In my breath your shadow figured!

And one day the sky and the earth
Turned upside down
I missed you since that day 
I missed my beloved shadow
Road Flowers became thorns 
Stiff walk became bored 

Today I meet the foregone shadow 
I ask myself could it be true?
Coming back
Taking me back to the past 
Your active shadow is gray and pale
Shadow without smile and laugh!

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Loose curls sweep softly across her brow
Delicate arms form an arch
Obedient body does only what she will allow
Natural with ease, forward march
Figure spread thin, from end to end
Toes form a perfect point
Flexible limbs don't tremble or bend
Shape creates artistic joint
Each move is perfectly calculated
A slow, but beautiful dance
One slip, her efforts obliterated
Instead a perfect romance

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A Form of Tribute

I remember the meeting of our lips
Where the honey drips
Like dew from a hibiscus morning
Your tongue was a bud
And I a bird suckled there for my thirst
O crescent moon shaped wings
Parting the silver stream of words
The ivory teeth like keys sing still
For the ebon’ temple of my eyes.

When shall they worship that form again
Your breasts like ships on waves
Rising in the sunset of my expectations?
When shall their soft folds cushion more
My sleep to dream of you? Thirsty once,
My eyes drank their delicious beauty in
Despising the gospel testaments of sin,
They were the cradles where I keep desire.

O woman that is more than lips, hips
Or blossoming breasts to me
O woman whose eyes made me skip
Rehearsed phrases from memory
All thy beauty and thy form agree
To sing your inner pedigree
You hallowed gift to all humanity
My love is covenanted to the best in thee. 

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Half In, Half Out

Half in, Half out
Half centered 
From inside and from without.

This ia a Woman that really knows
What she’s all about.

She is the Woman 
That rises from inside
That holds herself sacred
She protects her virgin soul
She who finds her strength within.

She is the one
Who knows she’ll eventually win.

It is she
Who as she watches
The oceans rising tides
Knows she can rise above
And turn her face to the rising sun
And all the happiness in life.

She turns away from darkness
From the settings of the sun
She only wants to bathe in light
And keep the evil shadows at bay
She protect her very essence
She keeps her demons on the run.

Half in, Half out
Half centered 
From inside and from without

She really knows
What she’s all about.

Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved, 

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Pretty Lady In Her Pink

            Pretty Lady In Her Pink

Rain drifted left to avoid the flower in the pink dress
The collision was inevitable though
Roots pulled at the wet drops like magnets in that direction
Nature does not think about such things
It drinks in life with a vengeance, tenacious, obstinate
Friendly tiny flower only wants the best
A simple drink to make it pretty
It yearns to be a gift for a young lady
Still virgin in her pink, in her nudity 

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Sometimes I feel there are too many people inside me:
A cool guy telling me not to go to work;
And some older woman warning me 
That workshy people are heading for poverty;
And that serious dude always spoiling my fun 
With dire statements about health or safety;
And who invited  that woman with the hair in tight bun?
She’s always trying to put my life in perspective,  
And showing how there are all these poor people, 
Losers who could do with a handout from my  hard-earned cash.
Sometimes I dunno if I’m coming or going
With all these people inside me. 
One fella tells me I am pretty clever dude, 
He always has a side-kick called “Yeah  But”  -
Who’s always finding fault with my efforts.

Can’t really tell who is right and wrong  
And in the end I wonder who I really  am. 


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The blue of his eyes darkened to sapphire
and glistened with the sheen of unshed tears
as he thinks back to what she convinced him of
long, long ago

He’s carried this burden all his life
worried as he worked hard on his school work
and homework and projects
often surprised when he got good grades

He got four degrees with high GPAs
can speak foreign languages
overcame the obstacles that she created
and has been looked upon by many with
respect and fondness
it just goes to show that
you can’t keep a good man down

He came into his own in the business world
now comfortable with anyone wherever they are on that ladder
managing money and people and systems and projects
being recognized as a leader
and proving himself intellectually
but also as someone who truly cares about people

He has so much of himself to be proud of
this man he’s become
in spite of it all
a close circle of friends
and a woman that is as blessed to have him
as he is to have her

But still he carries this boulder 
that was rolled onto his chest long ago
by a woman who had no rights in his life
and every once in awhile 
it comes back to haunt him
as time marches on
not realizing that

He’s already proven her wrong

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dream come true

candy cane kiss on your deep spot
lollypop lick at the other end
watching the face of my dream react to feeling nasty
i am a lover of truth when it is new and peaceful

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My Venus Love

The planet of love and beauty
The woman who has my heart
The woman who gives me courage
Whenever she’s present 
My words become gibberishes
In a sense of non-making
She has me speechless
Often grasping for air
My tongue gets caught up
Venus love is pure and enduring
The love that has me on my knees

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Never was the woman that you wanted me to be.
I could only be what I've grown to be.

I feel so let down.
Only me to build myself back up.
I'm so tired of hiding these tears behind this frown.
So ready to give up. 
Nothing is ever good enough.

Never was the woman you thought I'd be.
I been what I was shown to be.

I've tried so hard to give the best of me.
So out of control.
looks what's left of me.
Can no longer hold myself together.
Feeling like I sold my soul.
They say "It will get better".
But can I hold myself together,
At least long enough to manage the weather.

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Today I glimpsed in the mirror
  and my breath caught in
    my throat,
Catching sight of a beautiful,
  happy woman.
Today I cried,
  as I stood and stared,
For she truly looked beautiful,
    where she was finally at peace,
  and outside,
    looking healthy and content,
A woman who had finally learned 
  the truth,
That a man without love
  and support
    did not deserve her.
Today that woman looked in the mirror,
  and I smiled back.

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Every man you meet
Every woman you meet
Has all he needs to be
Has all she needs to be
The meaning seeking specie
The meaning making specie
He is meant to be
She is meant to be.

Every  man you meet
Every woman you meet
Has all he needs
Has all she needs
For a new and a beeter he
For a new and a better she
For a new and a better we
In a new and a better here
In a new and a better now
In a new and a better world.

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I married marble, that ancient stone.
I married stories, of long ago.
I married the muses, and all of Troy,
Helen and that war.
The Odyssey and all Homer’s songs.
The Acropolis, and the Parthenon,
All these things,
And so much more,
Came with my wedding ring, I now wear.
Just a simple band of gold,
Brought with it,
An olive branch of old,
For my children to recognize,
As their ancient heritage, a culture of stone.
All I ask is for them to,
Feel the marble within their veins.
As they now go about their modern lives.
This I pray as I sit,
Meditating on my favored, Christian image,
The Blessed Kiss,
I believe that balance of spirit will come one day.

Inspired by my Greek married life, as Rose Raikos. New and different from my childhood of a daughter of Jack(R.I.P.1984) and Mary Bibby.

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Thinking about Tattoos

Lately, Everything makes me think of them,

kick-started by that episode LOST with Jack's Thai mistress
who has a knack for reading a person and branding them--
"he walks among us, but he is not one of us--"
on Jack's shoulder forever, a secret in another language.
and I wonder, does he lie about its meaning?
The only thing worse than lying about a tattoo,
is lying about a tattoo painted by someone
who sees right into you. 

Then I wonder, if John or Simon Peter lived now
in this feel good age of defilement
would they have JOHN 3:16 across their bicep?
Is it okay to mess with a temple if it's words of love,
or words that mean love?

I saw a woman with "Jordan" inking the small of her back,
four summers ago now, and I still think of it
and how my first thought was-
"that'll suck if they break up and she has to explain
to her next boyfriend why she has some other guys 
name across her back..."
followed by wonderment of the kind of faith she must have,
only to be dismissed: "probably a drunken decision,"
And I still think that. 

Why is it so hard for me to believe that woman 
loved Jordan, had enough faith and trust 
to brand his name on her body?

Scars are the tattoos we don't choose,
and I have enough of them, thank you. 
The skin stretching over my shins, knees, and elbows
could read a chronological account of all the sports I've played, 
and all the stupid decisions I've made, 
like that dare to careen down a 50 yard, steep dirt mound
and skid out at the bottom, where, 
45 minutes and 2 bottles of peroxide later, 
I was "victorious."

Different shapes, sizes, and colors- purple, pink, flesh, even white,
like a freakin human Easter egg. 

Tattoos thrill and inspire me--
I live to love something enough to ink it on my body forever, 
but for now, I'll settle with knowing i've lived enough
to garner at least a dozen scars. 

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The Outcast-

Long blonde hair
A pageant queen beauty 
On stage she smiles
Inside, she's brooding.

Girl in the hallway
Glasses an inch thick
Smart as Einstein
Lacking true spirit.

Young woman there
Hair black as night
Nails used for earrings
No one would ever know 
she cries, every night.

Little miss popular,
Big breasts, perfect skin
Who gets all the guys
Never letting on that 
She isn't that happy 
She tells them all lies.

Rich little daddy's girl
Drives up in the Benz
No one knows she sits 
Lonely on holidays
With no food and no gifts
Just the maid and some gin.

Labels we see... never
Looking beyond.
We place them on each
We laugh, we torture,
we turn the other cheek.

It doesn't really matter
if you are rich or you're poor
The loneliness, it isn't picky
Or discriminate
Because of our decor.

We are all the same inside
Girl afraid, woman trying.

Hearts beating heavily
While our souls
continue crying.

I just wish one day

We all could just 
Stop the hurting.

So my advice is simply this:

If you see someone you think,
Looks like an outcast to you
Please remember to give a smile
Because one day that girl.....

{On the stage, in the corner
With the glasses, or the fancy ride
Black nails, heartbreaker or the liar}

Could be you.

Wouldn't you want someone to

See the outcast girl too?

-This was inspired by my teen daughter who at the moment, feels
like the outcast-

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Mixed Feelings

Woman after woman,
it almost seems thats the story of my life
but I can't figure out who's wrong who's right
so what do I do, just remain outta sight
so here I go again back to the night life
I mean I'm done wit the street life
beefing wit niggas, dealing wit all the anger strife
but as far as my love life 
I got mixed feelings if I really wanna meet 
that woman who's gonna hold me tight
so in a certain sense I gave up trying to find my wife
and because fallin in love is too painful
I had to get on another angle
because we it comes to love I always became 
emotionally tangled and some say I'm a angel
who speaks the truth so some wanna hang you
but now I see why most people 
are afraid of love, eh I'm wit you,
all of the heart brake I faced I don't blame you

And right now I guess I'm flying away
I'm just in my own zone and in a way,
I'm waiting for the Lord to carry me home
I feel so alone, and thats because
this love thing, ain't what it seems
and this is truthfully speaking that thing I once 
called true love from a woman for some reason 
I'm just tired of reaching, tired of keeping my word,
giving my all and I don't get the same, but who's to blame,
It doesn't matter you know what they say mind over matter,
so it's time I fly away wit heartbrake because
honesty it's hurting me to stay

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more than a dose of admiration

the best part of any day for me is watching you undress
your body is like the relief of deep exhalation after a hard day's work
admiring your beauty has a deeper meaning than the directness of my erection
it is a reminder of what God has blessed me with....and what He could take away
hesitation as a form of teasing never felt so refreshing or mild
the calmness of your laid back style drives me surprisingly wild
taking it slow with you is equal to new roots to a personal dream long deferred
in its own little way it helps supplant the permanence of a solid foundation
that being said, don't say a word right now
just smile and enjoy me watching you undress

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Took The Best Of Me

It's been a year since you broke my heart
I'm no longer the woman you once knew
Since the day you left me
I haven't been the same
Turning towards drugs
To relieve this pain
No matter what I do
This heartache won't go away
When we were together
Everything seemed so right
I truly believed you were the one
But you were the one
To break my heart beyond repair
When I was with you
My days were filled with love
Now it's filled with emptiness
I take a hit from this crystal pipe
Perhaps tomorrow I will do a few lines
Everyday smoke a bowl to mellow out
Snort a few pills every now and then
Once you were my rock, my anchor
That kept me grounded
Now I'm free to float wherever
If you were to pass me on the street
You would only see a shell
Of the woman I once was
For you took the best of me
The day you said good-bye

Poet's note: I had written this poem about 5 years ago

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If they could see your soul

Her name is Aunica, 
To some she is just another face
In an ordinary place
Another individual, of habit, manner, and style
An elderly stout woman whose brown face
Bares the stamp of her ethnicticity

Amongst the hustle of others in a small café
She is the quiet old lady whom labors away
In a back room filled by the monotony of everyday
Routines, her hands are coarse, yet strapping, 
Unto an average customer, she saunters about
Replacing silverware and plates
But goes virtually unnoticed by most

Except for one, who sees beyond
Weary eyes and a worn black apron
For if only they could see your soul, 
There would be a cloud of sorrow 
And an ever present shadow of despair

When cities in  your homeland Serbia 
Violently collapsed due to prolonged warfare
And conflicts, your heart plummeted  to the bottom
Of your being along with it, 
A city now converted into mounds of ash
And ascending clouds of smoke

Memories of a life, you once had
Are now swept away aimlessly
By a ruthless and non sympathetic wind
Like those who executed their cruel tyranny
Upon the remnants of your very foundation

Through compassion and understanding
I have acquired eyes that see
You have opened up your home to me
I have eaten in your presence 
And extended unto you an ear
For many stories this woman 
Has shared, these tales I will hold
For her, life has been  truly cold
So now it is known
If they could see your soul, 
The fierce light of your courage
Would be ever so blinding
Your determination and inner strength
Are akin to a lions roar
And an aura whose mere presence
Casts a vibration that is piercing 

To the casual eye you are just 
That simple woman whom carries
A tray of plates and smiles
Amid the conversations and 
Cigarette smoke, so for you 
I end appropriatley by emphasizing
What has been said before
This poem is dedicated to all those have experienced the misfortune and loss 
due to war in some form or another, you will always be remembered.



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little xxx`s and ooo`s                 xoxo  oxox 
and hearts is what my woman likes         <3<3<3 
it is just love upon the internet             ;) 
never adding to my woes                       :) 
i am loving every minute and just spirited.   =) 
time has passed since first we met            ^V^ 
it is just a date we need                     :-) 
in cyberspace                                 ;-) 
to seal our fate                     #########<3######### 
i am bent toward ewe                          >.< 
i have trouble walking north                  >I< 
it is justice in the land                     >i< 
when a woman wants her man                     =) 
i love the ground beneath thy feet            >l< 
thy namme is woman                            (()) 
^A^ngel ewe                           //??+        ??//= 

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Belle of the ball, darling of every man’s eye, 
I floated ‘neath my emerald gown gracefully
So many pretty men held out their hand to me
Spurning them coquettishly, I batted eyelashes
behind which my predator’s eyes ravaged
each suitor
Beauty resplendent, darling of no other belle
Captivating, dancing on the floor where no
mirror laid its encumbrances upon me
No need to seek pale reflection when every
eye marks me and sends me swooning glances
Princes and poets, emperors and fools, all
made a clumsy queue to vie for my next dance
Laughing, I let them twirl me and felt their
hot breath on my neck
Hunger rose
Tenderly I went through the menu, summing
up plumpness or paucity of flesh
My upturned nose could scent the ill and
ruined, and this night I was having none of
Then sweating eagerly came young soldier
in laughing brass buttons and tender eyes
Enchanted with me, he led me round the
I feigned faintness, allowing him
to take me to a cozened balcony, 
where he, with beating heart, 
did touch me tenderly
Alas, balcony in form only 
Dining hall elaborate and flowery
When the hot spurt of his blood
flowered my lips, my center burst
its dams as well
I will not kill him, this sweet one
I have sired, too savory for a snack
Instead he shall a banquet be

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What's My Type

What's my type? Now there's a good question that 
I'm sure a lot of women wanna know so, let's 
get right into it. I'm a man of God seeking 
companionship so, I like to take it slow. ya know 
everyone has there story to tell and mines... 
no need to go into details but when you 
get something or someone for wholesale 
don't sell it retail....If you're a woman that's
as hard as nails please pass me by...I'm 
old school as far as love so I'm highly attracted
to feminine women who dress nice classy
attire, passionate, sensual, good communication
and someone who hates liars. A woman who's 
virtuous in God's eyes on fire for him that woman 
who's sanctified because she loves righteousness
and hates sin this woman has to be mindful that
it's best to wait to we're married because we 
know it hurts God when we fornicate unto him
what's my type?

The "wifey type" to me is some relationship title for worldly
people but me...I see beyond that peep hole
I'm a king so in the kingdom that I stand for
I desire my mesmerizing queen
I'm in need of a woman who loves to kiss 
not pressed over me but is in need of what I 
have to offer like her this love I got is her next fix
I'm a fan of women that know how to dress 
a woman who looks at me 
with such promise because all her life I've 
been exactly what she's been wanting to feel
and that's real, and If you're one 
who don't know the difference between black people...
black males in particular and niggas....pass me by I'm not
your type of guy, but the question remains
what's my type?

My type isn't physical features but If you have to change
your lifestyle for me get away from me yeah I beseech ya
I'm on fire for God naw better yet I'm full blown ether
and If you're this woman "spiritually" we might not 
be right for a relationship but hey you're a friend 
of God so yeah I wanna met ya. I need a woman
who loves to express herself down to earth 
honesty & trust is the key and I'm the door If you're...
seeking knowledge wisdom & understanding I might
be what you're looking for, I'm a gentlemen in 
every sense of the word whether you hate it or love it
I don't really call this "my type" of woman 
because she's mine I'm hers she has a place for
me right in her left bosom so....forget my type
because that is her whom which I was promised 
so let it come to pass....what's in the dark always come to light

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In Full Humanity

They were naked and were not ashamed,
pristine, unknowing of the world—
unknowing of themselves, the undertow
to draw them down,
beneath their surface paradise.

For that is what it was,
a crust to hide the deep, the mystery,
the richness of a feast 
set forth in royal David's city, 
hidden still beneath the tree,
the man and woman unaware,
the linden in the garden
apart from innocence.

A woman and a man,
a crust of ignorance, a tree...
there was a sensitivity to good and evil
waiting for a fall.  
There was a hunger for the festive board, 
an overlooking of the cost, a restless urging
...and a stable  rest.

There was a Galilee—
an infant god, they say,
who would not have them call him good.
Was there a tree, for his undoing?
The wood of faithless fruit?  
The wood that touched his blood...
would it be death that sired a homo sapiens?

No, it was life that taught them.
It was the tree from which was plucked
the consciousness of good,
the love which is reality,
the gracious gift of knowing
we may be
all that awareness will allow
in full humanity.

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A Wife's Job

To love her man through his ups and downs

To always show her man she cares and she’ll always be there.

To forgive him when mistakes are made.

To always listen when he speaks his mind.

To show a women’s love isn’t hard to find.

A woman so true to the end.

You are the kind of wife a dude can really run too.

That’s why as your husband I’m always and truly will love you.

                             By Young Gifted

(Quote: A woman just wants to be treated as one.)

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 Women are fragile and strong at the same time.

Women give life everyday and raise it with all the love it with all thier might.

Women are fragile you should not every hurt hurt one because when you hurt one of us you better be prepared to fight all of us.

Do not underestimate women because they are stronger than men can be left bruised 

 not a dime to their name and have babies to fed and the very next day they get up to 

look for work hustling to bring home the money to buy food and clothes for them and 

her children and does not even break a sweat as she pays the bills suriving from one 

day to the next keeping her head up high do not mess with women they are both 

fragile and stronge they can feel pain but be strong enough to wipe away the tears and 

get back to business the very same day.

Women are both fragile and strone and that is how we will survive through anything that comes at us and teach the next generation of women to do the same.

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Why I Love You

It's no secret behind it
my feelings for you I mean
and God couldn't have sent 
a more perfect woman for me I swear
and love was in the air
before I ever noticed it 
before I ever noticed you
as far as love with another woman,
I didn't know what I was gonna do
but now... it's so crucial, so neutral
I found a woman so emotional, 
so sensual and... That's Why I Love You.

I felt is so deep in my soul
this is the type of love 
I just gotta keep on hold
I'm feeling like a concrete rose
that withered away with the
changing of the seasons
because now I realize why I went
threw what so much with other females
there's no more temptation
because you are the reason.

Three years of waiting,
my angel has finally come to pass
I love you, I want you, I need you
yea I see you, I close my eyes and
your smile is all I vision
me and you together for eternity
Lord Willing, you inspire me to never
stop writing what I've already written.

You're honest, respectful, affectionate,
Godly, virtuous, dedicated, and I love 
how your so impatient when it comes to me
I thank God that he sent you to me
and at my darkest moment four days 
before the new year he blessed me 
with your presence, and I don't care
about where we are, as long as we're 
together we can make the setting
and true people may wonder 
how could we love each other 
and just met, but honestly they
really don't have a clue.

You're my everything 
and baby "That's Why I Love You"

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Your still breathtaking and a prize for anyone who holds your heart,
Ill always look from a far waiting and hoping that one day I can play that part,
The only woman in the world I value more than air,
Theres no other woman that part of my heart can share,
Your something extrodinary that keeps my attention,
My words to you are spoke with conviction,
You'll always be my unreachable adddiction......
Nichole Wilson

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The Crystal Slipper

I've been preserving a Crystal Slipper warmed only by the thoughts in my heart. I'm like the 
King of hearts, patiently waiting for his Queen of hearts... So here I reach with words which 
only she will understand. I long to feel again, the simple pleasures of watching my lady's 
smile, as I hand her a single rose. enjoy random candle lid dinners, while I watch with 
adoring pleasure the light of the candles enhances the sparkle in her eyes, feeling my warm 
Latin blood, pulsing through my veins, waiting with anticipation, as I hold her precious hand, 
to share each others lips, in a loving, suckling desert of passion and desire... Even though, I 
know, every woman holds a beauty deep within her, My Queen will always know how 
especially unique her beauty truly is to me. I've always believed that if a man actually 
stopped and looked at the beauty of a woman's heart, it would be so hard not to smile, but if 
allowed to touch, taste and breathes her in, he would want to protect her, and be hers 
forever. Here's a poem I always liked. It's directed to the one who feels I've been warming 
her Crystal Slipper... "If when I die, I have the choice to reclaim my life as anything, I'd 
choose to be one of your tears. How could any man want anything less Than to be conceived 
in your heart, Born in your eyes, Fall, caressing your warm cheeks, To finally rest, and die, 
on your lips..."
What a beautiful gift God's placed on earth, when he unselfishly created you... Like a rose in 
bloom, a woman can seem the same ... Mysterious but oh so lovely when unfolded with a 

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GenderBender I

What are you,a woman or man.
some are obvious;
Some are hard to tell.
Why do you dress like that,
if you are not in jail.
Hair is purple,jacket is funny.
Pant are tight,but you have no fanny.
Are you a man or woman hard to tell.
Why do you dress like that,if you are not in H.

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In Loving Memory of My Mother

A lady I once knew
With a constant smile
So intriguing, ruling the world
With a personality of perfection

Missing is far too short
And tears of pain are all I have to offer.
A lady I knew was my companion
I cannot come face to face
The fear of all sensations
Is choking my spirit

The questions form and clutter my head
Come back down for awhile
You are so high
Far too high for me to say

The man who murders thrives
The woman who cheats stays
Yet the woman who captures 
A beautiful soul inside her body walls
Gets buried beneath us all 

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Classy broad picking at nachos

Her good and grace
Placed in disgrace
As the human moment
And cheese-covered roadkill
Gets the best of her better soul
She snatches the dripping morsel
This Byzantine beauty lets it roll
Wiping the lost drop of nachoness
With dexterity and pedicured elegance
Only to lick it clean and nasty
Before anyone realizes
Her subtle act of triumph
Makes her one of us.


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On Becoming a B_tch

Disillusioned fairy tales have
blinded our vision.
No longer would Cinderella be
the belle of the ball, for
her appearance is unkempt
and her a_s has grown wide.
Prince Charming ran away with
Barbie after finding out that
she can't reproduce—
and, yes, the size of her tits.
Who cares if she can fend for herself
as long as she looks good in a bikini?
Reality as a woman has changed.
Women grow hard.
Women evolve.
They learn not to give in
to those feelings of betrayal.

A strong woman is so much
more than she used to be.
A strong woman reads Cosmo,
takes on 2 jobs and therapy
once a week,
holds down the fort-
and pleases herself
without any help.
Her emotions are a roller coaster
of "Who am I?"'s and
"Why can't I be loved?"'s.
She longs to be held, but
not at arm's length.
She is wise
She is tough
She deserves respect,
and although she secretly
takes pride in the title—

call her a b_tch.

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Been a long time, Lady

It's been a long time Lady, since I've met a woman like you.
With Sexy written down the curve of your hip, whispering to me secrets of your thigh.
With Hungry kisses, and a gaze that searches for hints of midnight fantasies.
Powerful lips, that when upturned twist my insides into a lustful knot.
A Dance that calls my hands to wander across skin demanding to be felt.
Touch like memory, reminding me I AM a man.
It has been a long, long time, lady...
Since a woman has pulled me from my slumber, traveling across the night sky,
touching my dreams with forceful inspiration.
And you leave me with only this verse to satisfy, my my has been a long time.

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for now it is my will

odd that i give in
happy is the way of the free
someone else's vibe is my sly lie
guess i will just live the life of the continuous masquerade
in the consumption of her love i forget
as long as we are living happily

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a Stain on the Sheets

trees whisper your name in the wind 
shadows form your figure in the night dancing sublime
no matter where I turn it’s to you

tempting me with consuming lies
promising a feast of heartbreak
I cannot look away

my will grows wane
your charms a poisonous dish I ravish
touching me with fingers of bloodied silk

leading me down a glistening path
to my doom between your legs
killing me with each thrust

I hear a howl in the distance
and realize it’s my own
ignoring it I push harder

your creamy explosion triggers my own
destroying me till there’s nothing left but you
a stain on the sheets

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My Ring

It's watching the storm roll in, the thunder noiseless to the sound of her heart beat. It's watching her dance across the frozen platform, oblivious to the flames, but entwined in the heat. The music fading away to only the beauty in her eyes, mixed with innocence though vile. Taking her pain as your own, but welcoming the hurt as long as it's you that makes her smile. The late night phone calls, that last till the sun comes up, not wanting to say goodbye. It's finding the truth of commitment, when she's lying, allowing her to lie. It's walking across the world at the drop of a hat without ever questioning or ever asking why. It's going behind My Gods back when he refuses her the stars, and stealing them for her from the night sky. Finally it's spending eternity in hell burning if that what it takes for her to reside in the heavens above. Knowing that even if she doesn't love you, no matter what, you would still do anything for Love..... With that the poem ends, and my question stands unasked and will until I'm down on one knee. I want you to be my Bonnie, my June and my Penguin, so until it's on your finger, accept this as my ring.

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the medicinal mainstay of your assurance

without you, i have no adventure
you are the main sight i see
moving many mountains via the strength of your inspiration
you cover me with the medicinal mainstay of your assurance
without you, i have no knowledge of a new experience
you are the driving force behind all newly discovered art
you cover me with the medicinal mainstay of your assurance
without you, i have no clue of what the flowing waters feel like
you are the tide that pulls me into the ocean's beautiful purpose
you cover me with the medicinal mainstay of your assurance
without you, i have no definitive depth connecting my nomenclature
you are the con accento of every letter that identifies me
you cover me with the medicinal mainstay of your assurance
because of you, deepened even more for me is my firm belief in the Existence of God

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she changed my world...

Cold was I 
         till I seen the world in her eyes,
the day was dark as well as long
         till the woman read me like a song,
love was lost and not felt
         till she gave the time to help,
yesterday was never seen,
          till she opened my eyes to a dream,
now some one who shows heart,
          for she took the time to play this part,
now as the sun shines and brightens my day
          for it was her who showed me the way,
a heart found when I believed I didn't need one 
           for this woman took my hand and this love begun 
today I am grateful for all that I have in life
           for this woman who I call my wife. 

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Drive on

You have come a long way 
Go from the child who is dreadful
To a great girl
From the child who wretch things
To a woman divinely lives

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Raspberry Hives

Raspberry Hives

The ancient man with raspberry hives
on his cheeks since childhood
will live alone no longer.
He will marry, he says,
the first woman who’ll have him.
Till now he has wanted to die
as he’s lived, alone in his room
with the radio playing,
the water in the bathtub
dripping. The drone of hours,
however, has become
the drone of years
and the ancient man with raspberry hives
on his cheeks since childhood
fears death will convert
his hives into pocks, take his body
but reject his soul.
Now he believes if he weds
the first woman who’ll have him
death will have reason,
for the first time,
to do the job right.

Donal Mahoney

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Sermon on mouth

Sermon on the mouth

Up in the hill of congregation
When the land came upon him
Mouth open, a seep of, sleep down 
When he set, the prayer of praise
What he has, what he will give 
You have not present appreciation 
What you build he gives and will
Will to given for him who knows
You woman and man married
See your back, fast lags 
With fast eyes are brothers
Comtampted content  you contact 
Are not with his
Wide like the ocean your mouth vague. 
If you weak? Endure 
The blood that came out
Put your hand, suffered the land
All the world upon them, we hang
Our mind accepting the cause
Our soul pushing for better 
Slapping every air within
That nothing good will to us
The greatest among then is love

Theme: 	Worshipping God, appreciation or thanksgiving, unfaithful wive, children suffering hope, love
Note: This is a free verse poem and 26 lines. It poem about women who are not always faithful to their husband and the outcome is always that the children gotten out of such wedlock suffered a lot, and they are not always contented with what God has given them. 
(1) Woman who are married should remain and be contented with their husband
(2)	Children should not be made to suffer what is not their fault.
(3)	Husband and wife should always think befor divorce 

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switching places

crawling from the box he lived in
after finding the secret number in a smut rag
available to all who seek it out on the street,
he made his way to the seemingly abandoned building
where after hitting the buzzer, he was instructed to give 
the password that had been allotted him on the phone prior &
up the grungy stairwell he went.

it took him five floors to get to the room whose glowing red light
steaming from under the pre-war door &
after entering, the darkened hallways let to a large room full of 
carnivorous orgiastic wonder---
like something out of
“eyes wide shut,”
women of all shapes & sizes,
clad in PVC & leather,
carrying whips & toys
(not to mention handfuls of cash),
were leading men around to select hidden spots &
doors with big locks,
throughout the large apartment floor.

as where he found the funds to attend such a select gathering 
was as much a secret as any of the names or faces of the men
wandering around with cocks stiff & eyes wide,
and so, knowing he wasn’t much different,
he made his way to sit down next to a woman stretched out &
waiting for the next fly to be wrapped up in her spider’s

and while beginning to engage in exhibition,
another young woman in black lingerie walks by,
doing a double take,
for she realizes that he is someone who lives in her building,
in fact, he is someone who turned her down for a date a few weeks ago,
after getting her hopes up.

she walks back to look at him, 
and when he makes eye contact,
his face becomes flush with embarrassment,
instantly acknowledging to himself that the person he was when he
turned this young woman down who is standing in front of him,
may not have been the same one who is sitting half-naked on a dark red couch
with another woman’s mouth on him.
the young woman walks up to him & tells him simply,
“please don’t tell anyone in the building that you saw me here,
i need the money”---
his response comes equal with the self that she sees &
all he can say is “maybe we can get together a little later, you look amazing in
that lingerie”---
shaking her head at him and smiling,
she walks away into the darkness of the hallway leading to the

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God's Grace

A small fat woman prone at the feet of the world
Waiting for another footprint on her forehead
Flat, a deflated worn out balloon
A shell tossed aside because she’s broken
So many scraps and things piled into a trash bag 
Abandoned in a landfill
Pour out the rain
That woman floats away on a river of tears
Her own and everyone else’s
He hears our prayers
She is a twig of a tree snapped off in the storm
He lifts her up in waves of cleansing water
Dunking her down, drowning her sorrows
Back up for inhalation and exhalation,
His breath, inspiration
His hands mend her wounds 
Quilts her again into the fabric of His world
He sets her feet on gold and no one treads on her anymore

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The Journal Entry

Ever since my 1st love
I had nothing but females waste my time
and all I kept finding
was unhappily married women
who I was wishing that could've been mine
but its like I'm running outta time or running outta patience
or maybe I need to slow down 
wit love because I swear I been chasing it.

Patience is a virtue. Love is like 
a unfaithful woman she's bound to hurt you
question is what do you do to find the right woman?
you couldn't to stay so true to you
do I castr my net on the other side of the lake
or do I chill for a minute 
put it in cruise control and hit the freeway.

Maybe I need a woman who's been threw something
because it seems like I was 
fallin in love all for nothing 
I can fall in & outta love wit a girl at any given moment
but since I'm a grown man 
I accept it any mistakes I make
like a man should 
but if I could take all this back God knows I would

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Enola Happy

I think that what happened was that we all wanted to be Oedipus and possess our mothers.
But because society frowns on such couplings, 
we actually sought to BECOME our mothers.

Since only a woman can make a life, 
and because our sex is opposite and we lived in a world of men,
in order to be the equal of a woman we had to take life,

And the more the better.

That cycle continued for many generations,
but in the past hundred years I think it has reached its peak at

The Ardennes
The 38th parallel
Tiananmen Square 

At least the gross is up.

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I Love You

Every night I fall asleep praying about you and me, that when I wake up tomorrow 
you’re here in my arms saying I love you too. Because we both know that our love 
will grow and forever it will be you and me.
	But that was three months ago when it was a reality. You said you 
would never leave. You said we would be together forever. You told me you loved 
me more than life itself. Until that one day I went for my monthly check-up and the 
doctor told me I was HIV positive. H-I-to the V!!
	I never cheated, I never stirred you wrong but for me to have HIV you 
must have been up to something. I should have seen it coming, whenever I 
walked into a room and you were on the phone you would start to talk low. When 
we walked down the street you walked so slowly because you were to busy 
looking at them other girls. I should have known. I should have paid attention to 
the signs.
	Now I’m here sitting on the floor crying into a pillow trying to get a 
hold of you on your cell. “Ring Ring”, voicemail. “Ring Ring”, voicemail again!! Are 
you trying to avoid me because you know what you’ve done or are you just too 
tied up with one your other girls to answer the phone?
	“Pick up the phone, answer the phone”, I yell into the receiver, but still 
no answer only voicemail. Finally enough is enough I cleaned up my tears and 
turned on the TV. I froze, my mouth dropped, there on the news live. “A dead 
man’s body is recovered from a dumpster with six bullets to the body and one to 
the head. Then the screen switches to a woman in handcuffs shouting intense 
curse words. She’s the one that shot the man seven times because he gave her 
HIV. Shocked to see that the woman on TV, was me!! 
	Over and Over again I replay that night on TV in my head while sitting 
in my lonely jail cell crying into my pillow. All I want is the way it used to be, when 
he would hold me in his arms oh so tenderly and rock me back and forth 
saying, “I Love You Too.”

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I better tuck in my penis
I better not stand up
I'll just get slaughtered
please, Lord, let me be marytered
she layed with me, she stayed with me
those memories are vivid like a never-ending movie
what is more vivid is how the end swiftly came
I didn't realize it all was a game
I could do nothing but lose
now, woman, you've got me in the spotlight
rape me of my will
make me swallow the pill
oh beautiful creature, you have no idea
the pain I feel deep inside
a man possesses superior strength
but a woman is superior in every other way
a woman can carry your name or bury it six feet deep
she can do anything to make a man feel inferior
she can ensue panic, she can bring a life to an end
whatever is good, whatever is bad
a woman can change it all
though I tried to stand strong
now I cower at your feet
you don't care what pain you cuase me
I'm just all alone
I'm just alienated and feeling a shade of insane
I used to cry your name
and beg you to stop
tortured and beaten
I'm just a helpless animal
lingering deep inside me
my soul is hiding
waiting for the break of day
when the warm touch of a new woman comes
maybe that touch won't fade
hopefully the beautiful creature
will hold my heart and not tear it into pieces
she's coming, this woman I seek
Lord, please don't let my eyes see in vien

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Finding Love

Why is it hard to find love
When all I want is a woman to love me
To love me for who I am
I want a woman that I can talk to
Laugh with, cry with, share my secrets
To make love at the end of the day
To be held in her arms
Feeling safe, content, loved
But everytime I think I've found her
I end up hurt, used, taken advantage of
I try not to wear my heart on my sleeve
It is hard, for I am too nice
I trust too easily, hoping that if I'm honest
Then in turn they will be honest with me
I'm a wonderful listener
I love to have fun
And when I'm with someone
I treat her as she should be treated
I look at myself and wonder
Why is it so hard to find love

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death of a little bird

outside the picture window
which provided pleasure to the
aging couple
whose days of raising their own 
were long gone in the past,
a mother blue jay had two babies &
the couple watched the whole thing
for the nest had been built
in the lilac tree
which had been planted years ago
right beneath the window.

one day, the red squirrel, 
whom the family dog had been
chasing for such a long time,
the two had become something of
a morning novelty,
had climbed up the tree &
killed one of the babies while
its mother wasn’t home.

when the couple discovered that the
baby had been killed,
as some remnants were left which could
be seen from the window,
they were quite distraught to say the least
the death of the little bird kept them up
late at night for the next few nights.

while the old woman pleaded with “god,”
proclaiming “why! why! why!” when 
she got up in the middle of the night,
as if one of her own children had died,
the old man told her that it had been 
evolution which dealt with the matter---
mother bird had not built the nest 
high enough, and so the red squirrel 
had been able to get at the new babies.

the old woman pleaded with her husband,
saying that red squirrels didn’t even eat meat!
the old man said that they did,
she just hadn’t seen them, or perhaps the
squirrel just never got so lucky---
“they got to get their protein somewhere,”
he said, 
then she went on saying that the squirrel 
could get that from nuts &
so it went on & on.

after a few days went by
the large rat traps in the garage coupled with
the large wads of peanut butter used by the 
old man
to lure in the squirrel,
did in fact succeed in killing it &
the old woman then felt justified. 

‘“god” wanted him dead,” she said &
the old man, carrying the trap with the squirrel’s
neck broken & bloody, ready to hurl the whole
thing in the woods remarked with a smile,
evolution dealt with the matter.”

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Still Trying To Get Home Pt2

 continued from Pt1     
        My knocks were answered by an old woman in a housedress.
As I begin to explain, I felt the chill of the rain.  I expected this woman to tell me I was 
insane.  But I noticed pain in her eyes, then the tears.  I wanted to disappear.  Her words 
would forever change my outlook on the things of this world.
       She said "You're not the first, nor will you be the last to bring home my baby girl!"

*4th Place win in "Awesome Paranomal Experience" Contest
* Written for John Freemans Contest.

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Arise woman africa

Rise up black woman and you all of other colours
Rise up and grab your fallen baton
Passed down from the hand of heroines past
Rise up from the grave Amina Zazzau
The lioness who hunted for  lions to eat
Rise up lest her exploits be forgotten
Rise up to sheer bravery of Aba women
Whose nudity deadened men’s manhood
And broke the chains and shackles of injustice
Rise up to the gallantry of the Dahomey women
Whose fists waded off mighty warriors
And secured a kingdom and its men
Rise up in the spirit of Pupupu
She who was first to ascend a throne
And berthed the Ondo kingdom
Rise upin the spirit of Efunroye Tinubu
A lone voice that drowned the voices of million of men
Whose wealth fuelled the economy of Egba nation
Rise up in the power of Moremi
The woman who dared what men feared
To unravel the liberated her people
Rise up in the spirit of Funmilayo Kuti
The tigress who retreated before nobody
Rise up in the spirit of Sawaba
The nanny goat that played host in lion’s den
Rise up girls and women
From your kitchens, markets, stalls and offices
Rise and keep up the dream of
The golden palms that rocked our cradle 

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The Woman in my Dream

i hold you fast in my dream
wishing that this dream would never come to an end
if i don't hold this dream
it will turn into a nightmare
the kind of encounter i'm not ready to face
you were so good in my dream
i guess it expressed the kind of woman i yearn for
but how do i tell u when all we do is fight
i guess i love the woman in my dream better than i love you

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Scarlets eyes are filled with fire
Scarlet is passion raptured in desire
Scarlet is a woman yet still very much a child
Scarlet is wicked never to be tamed she lives to run wild
Scarlet is with whom is calm but is easily riled
Scarlets' wonderous thoughts started as a juevilline
Scarlets' thoughts consume her they just won't go away
Scarlet tries to be a good girl but is so tempeted to stray
Scarlet often runs out cause with only one heart could she ever stay
Scarlet is usually held but finds herself alone everyday
Scarlets' heart and soul has before been shattered
Scarlet is one to believe with him that the broken pieces don't matter
Scarlet loves that man with all her heart
Scarlet knows how many times and how he could easily again tear it apart
Scarlet knows to everyone else she can pretend
Scarlet realizes that some times broken hearts never mend
Scarlet lusts after many yet like others she longs to find true love
Scarlet knows her destitanation is hell but in fact prays to go above
Scarlets' feelings leave her stranded 
Scarlet however is rarely left empty-handed
Scarlet has many regrets
Scarlet knows the fact that from them she can hide but never forget
Scarlet bites her tongue and still dares herself to be bold
Scarlet lives within every woman no matter how young or old
Scarlets' beauty is undeniable but tends inside to be ice cold
Scarlet is a lady with whom wants to be happy and wants so much to be controlled
Scarlet is one where you look into her eyes closely you could read her heart 
Scarlet can then in that moment capture your soul then tear it to pieces as she watches is rip 
and break all apart 
Scarlet is your inner voice screaming out to you
Scarlet is every mans' fantasy so what are you going to do...
...push it down again or let her be free
to live outside of you and in your reality...

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nubian vibration sweet and natural

the accumulation of my thoughts
wade happily in the sweet confines
of your seduction

take me away slowly, have your
way with me, and do what is in
your mind 

trust me when i say this, i am now
thinking of saying a thing....for you
symbolize a rare, nubian vibe to me

what melodies flow in this gentle peace
we have created touches the hem of the
garment of my soul

i am heaven bound and i am never coming
back down for i once knew a town with no
feeling and and many a frown

you bring to my life a happiness so ornamented
that everyday in every way it needs to be celebrated
and elevated

that being said and your mind being read so easily by
me....uh huh....i know that you want me to look and see
the inner mystery of your extravagant history

please appease me and do not halt your sexy stride because
i know that you must know that we both know that i am here
for the infinite ride

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when is a hole not a hole?

when you allow it to be empty

and recognize

that you too are empty.

desire is chasing your own tail

needing to fill or be filled

is just a metaphor for internal restlessness.

i write this to remind myself

that a hole is not a hole

i am free from desire

i can get by one more night

without her

and i never needed her

while storms clench my heart with their jagged electric fists

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Eye Have Seen

 Eye Have Seen     
Author Message 

Age : 53
Joined : 13 Jun 2007
Posts : 637

 Subject: Eye Have Seen   Today at 17:37      

Eye Have Seen

Eye Have Seen 

Eye have seen a woman showing paint upon a stick to a painter blending color 
after color in effort to get house the color that she picks. Eye have seen the color 
indicator and the painter almost faint as she tells him it must be this shade of 
pink. Eye have seen the painter tell her oh my lady they do not mix the paint in 
colors made this way. Eye have seen a woman fainting when the house was 
painted white no color added to the mixt. Eye have seen the painter leaving then 
in the direction of the paint store with the multicolored paint stick well in hand to 
get the closest he can get to the color of the picked pink shade of paint. Eye have 
seen a lavender porch. Eye have seen a purple overhanging couch. Eye have 
seen a whole pink house. Ladies get what ladies pick. 
 Eye Have Seen 

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Lost Touch

Sometimes when I think about it 
I wonder if I'm doing my part
as a friend, a boyfriend, future husband
thoughts are running threw my head 
of us making passionate love not just fu(king
and if I'm not doing something right let me know,
I'm here for you in every way possible not just for show
and I'll be your everything till the day this relationship ends
till the day I stop loving you, being faithful, dedicated, and true
and only GOD himself would've knew that we'd be together,
I'm just praying as this relationship grows so do we and get better & better
you see my ex treated me so dirty I wish I could take back the day I met her
and because of that it feels like I lost my touch in a sense
and sometimes when were together 
I almost feel half past tensed and since I'm the one you want 
it's likewise on me behalf, but you do the math
with everything I shared with you 
true romance from a woman is the one thing I never had
but despite all that, to have you in my life... I'm glad,
joyful almost, and just when I was losing hope
you came and reassured me so now this lost touch
is an everlasting touch, it's that climax when a man 
or woman is about to nut, it's that warm stare when I look at you 
and nothin else matters, it's that smooth relaxing feeling
when you stirring cake batter my lost touch is now found 
and from today until our last one, I'm gone hold you down

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Crawling through the bush, swinging
    grasses behind, soft breeze flows
    and grows wilder as the night becomes deeper.
Breathing and puffing she listens for the prey, amidst cries 
of crickets, in deal  with disappearing chuckling of birds.

Then she captures his bold staunch body 
Innocent but intelligent, he admires the beauty of the setting sun
Sighing to himself, astonished by Mother Nature
                 Then suddenly........

Hunting was once a mans game
Today; the modern day we live it to the women
Not that the end is near, no,
But the roles have changed
Time brings with it wonders
Culture is someone else, women are the hunters

Written 2006 
Just the young thoughts of the young mind

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Man and Woman

Man and Woman

What is man except a little bit of give and a whole lot of want and what is woman 
but his opposite one a whole lot of give and a little bit of take and satisfied with 
nothing more nor less than love and as he makes love to his love she takes it 
and is satisfied with love and does not matter more to her that he is small or not 
endowed a creature like a bull but healthy as a man should be and proud of this 
his want as love should be and ready for the end of life for he has shared his love 
with this his wife and pleased her well he tried too hard to reach her and she 
took him in her love and seemed so pleased her smile will tell it all the creature 
will attest the spirit in this man is now at rest and want is seldom sin not giving in 
but giving out to this his fount of love she is and stays happy as he plays at life 
and love he loves within his want and reaches out to her in love for she is now 
his woman and his only love. 
          Man and Woman 

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A Woman Who Walks on a Moonlit Path

A woman goes on a moonlit path 
between twenty-four and zero hour.

She walks on the past 
harboring enmity in her bruised heart 
the heart that is torn to pieces by the many blowing winds. 

She goes into the distasteful past
which has many holes caused from severe punishment she underwent,
and that is why no matter how much you stuff your fond memories 
or how you pack your affections in it, they simply leak out.

While staring in the present lying between twenty-four and zero hour 
through a convex lens formed by her tear, thereby magnifying present she sees, harsher and crueler than it might, 
she sighs “no one to blame but myself, 
it’s nothing but a bad karma.”

As the moon wanes in the west 
the eastern sky becomes brighter with dawning sunlight. 

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Independent Woman

Just passing through
With a dream of a life time 
A picture of century 
To obtain my delightful life dreams 
I am a figure that stand tall as a super model
I have long black hair and a tall and skinny body
Know man can resist me 
I am a strong and independent woman a woman of class
That's what I am you may look at me like I'm not 
But if only you knew how my smile capture your man eyes
It's the way my hips swing when I walk pass you 
It's the way I talk 
That determine I'm a woman 
A woman that's me 
A woman of the century

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I don’t know why I’m here…
Writing about you.
All I know is how I feel..
And all I do is think and think and think...
About you… everyday and every night…
About you constantly...
I was fine before we met…
But I must admit…
I’m a better woman now,
And I know more now than I did before…
And I want more now than I did before..
And I hurt more now than I did before…
But even so- I’m a better woman now…
Then I was before…
I’ll never regret the love we shared.
But now I’m left with emptiness
For now I want that love back-
Now that I know it does exist.
I want that love in full- to be mine forever more.
To be completely mine…
I know your heart was taken
Way before we met.
I didn’t mean to interfere
With your vow of fidelity.
But you were the one who found me.
You were the one who pulled me in.
You were the one who loved me,
And now you’re the one to leave me.
And all I can do is give you space…
To figure out where you belong.
All I can do is wait- for a glimpse of
What we once had- that temporary moment of perfectness…
So now I’ll give you back to her…
Hoping you’ll be back. 
And I’ll try not to wait-
Though it’s so hard not to do. 
For I’ve been searching for you for so long-
And now I know you do exist.
At least I know where you are…
You know- I’m a lot smarter than I used to be.
Or maybe I’m just temporarily blinded… But even so- I’m a better woman now…
Then I was before… Now that I know “we” once existed…
By Elena Moscatt

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Too Much

I been thinking,
as far as what I'm looking for in  a woman
maybe it's just too much 
maybe I got love and lust twisted
or maybe when I tell a female 
what I'm looking for, she be hearing me
but maybe she ain't listening 
is it too much for honesty
I mean nobody likes to be hurt
difference is I know exactly what I'm worth
and I been destined to have true
love from a woman since the day of my birth

Respect, dedication, commitment, a woman
who not only dress nice but also pays attention
goal oriented, strong affection one who
believes in giving her all in relationship 
so there's no half stepping and thats that
I wouldn't say thats too much
but how about a female who knows 
how to make love not just lust

A woman who ain't trying to be hard 
but who ain't that soft
knows what she wants outta life
and no matter the cost love is priceless
but until I find her I guess
I'll keep on writing

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The Original

On a ship of Fools she has gone with the Wind
Titanic’s sinking Christmas in Connecticut
Chained and Possessed by this Sudden Fear
The Heiress in this our life is in a cage

A stolen life by the old maid
Mr. Skeffington is waiting for the Marked Woman
In a lonely place in Casablanca are Angels with dirty faces
From Key Largo to Raintree County you just put your lips together and blow

Sing and dance Carmen Jones
Pray for your lover from the Cabin in the sky
When the man comes to dinner meet him at the showboat of your heart
A muletto is Imitating life

The love letter from the indiscretion’s of an American wife
After the seven year itch
The prince and the showgirl are waiting
To make love

Broken blossoms inherit the wind
The birth of a nation
Silences our intolerance
And now is the Scarlet Letter

Modern times reflect the kid
Mosier Verdox is the king in New York
A Woman in Paris waits by the City Lights
For The Great Dictator

Hushing Charlotte, Baby Jane, Aunt Alice they know your game
Fear, love, laughter or horror in this land of make believe.
The cackling woman digs your grave
Thank the original for all you enjoy!

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He was a king looking for a queen, a God in search of a Goddess, and he 
choose me.
A woman who viewed love as nothing but a hoax, a mere joke.  
Me, I’d rather play in a lion’s den before falling in love again and become landlord 
to a broken heart.

He was a king looking for a queen, a God in search of a Goddess, and he 
choose me.  A woman whose capacity to love was damaged, and like an addict 
who’d just went thru detox, the thought of loving again, I think not .  

But, he was relentless in his pursuit, and determined to love the hurt away and 
there was nothing I could say to make him sway.

Aiight, I admit I enjoy the attention and tokens of affection, this man made a 
lasting impression, he reached for my hand and touched my soul, loving me in 
spite of and not because.  Now I can’t stop thinking ‘bout his touch, and when he 
isn’t around, I miss him so much, his kisses are a must.

His love is like the spring, calm and gentle – 
Renewing, Restoring, and Regenerating, helping my heart to mend and I 
couldn’t love him any more than if I’d given birth to him.

By: MizT
March 2006

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The thin man held no answer 
he bent and swayed
struggling to focus through the last mirage of water
remorseless thoughts rolling unrelenting tornadoes
through his shrunken heart and wispy head
settling an empty groan in discomfort on his stomachs pit
The shallows of his sockets could not glean 
a single spec of truth from arid dust
his heart lay dug 
eyes brimming with graves
he could not keep life from pretending today 
Unfashioned words grind his tongue on bitter teeth
sharp stammering but cannot form speech
words of supplication stick dry cracking to his lips
so the thin man shook silently 
holding the sculling shovel of his love
clenched tenderly in skeleton hands
The thin woman trembled on teetering knees
she could not forget expansive shifting winds
moving over green open plains
his woman will not wail 
her dark water eyes rotating 
fix the demon spitting from the skies
emanating its parched and brittle blessing
forever howling
drying silence is her answer to its thirstless demand
So thin he is
shirt flapping at the flagging breeze
defies the strength of his boneless knees 
topples like a withered tree
reasonless love now lay in their coverlet of fruitless earth
pleading for the foreign alms
there is no water left to drown the conflicts of his tears
She wishes the acid of his belly would quench a burning memory
there are no clues to these little mounds
laying beneath his spade and grinding fist
their faces have gone with all their unanswered questions
in his stomach a tornado rages on
Their children have succumbed choking their last on the food of their starvation

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Pumkin Pumkin

Pumkin Pumkin
eat a pumkin pie without making it myself eat a pumkin pie be a pumkin pie upon 
a shelf pick a pumkin pie from the shelf to patch my eye the carving woman come 
and left leg is matching Frankenstein no the right one is still fine salt the pumkin 
seeds again let me play at life love will come to me love will come anon the 
carving woman home the pumkin flavor stone in pie become the eye of gnome 
the eye at home

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How Is That Okay?

whenever a young woman wants to abort an unwanted pregnancy
she get a lot of grief
yet, when young men and woman are deployed to fight
on foreign land and lose their lives
how is that okay?

Is It just a coincidence that just about every time the United States
becomes embroiled in war, a Republican is in the office of president
and how Is It possible for known terrorist groups
like the Aryan Nation, Al-Queda, or the Bloods to purchase 
large quantities of guns without  the ATF being aware of It
how is that okay?

how Is It that the entire world was oblivious to the genocide
occurring in Ruwanda and Sierra Leone
yet the United Nations ran over to Hertzakovia-Slovenia
at the first sign of trouble
how is that okay?

how Is It that the United States was halfway around the world 
in Indonesia within 5 days after the tsunami 
with food, clothing and recovery
yet here on United States soil it took over 10 days to get any 
relief to New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina
how is that okay?

where is the social responsibility?
where is the simple humanity?
where is the equality?
It's time for the people to take a stance today
and then maybe one day it will be okay

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I mean to say

A person is single or married,
He is always regarded as Mr.
A woman is single what for Ms
But regarded Mrs. when she is married.

What is different and why is it?
She takes what but isn’t carried?
Ms. becomes Mrs. when it is responsible,
Is Ms not responsible when she is worried?

When man is single, responsible or not,
When man is married, responsible or not,
His regard is always a matter,
He enjoyed his priestly as honour,

Why is woman facing such division?
Is this discrimination or beloved creation?
Specializing to honour or degrading to someone,
Sometimes formality seems why a fashion?

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Societal Pickle

Man the woman had vegetable in raw,
I had tasted them as raw,
they were sweet and carbohydrates,
she cut them to pieces,
and got a helping of vinegar,
she put in a lot of seasoning,
and had readied the jar,
jar lay there for week,
gathering atmosphere and temperature,
one day the woman came,
and served open the jar,
an incense wafted up in the air,
as she opened the jar ajar,
the incense worked down my nostrils,
as my apetite rose up with its touch,
the seasoned pickle was yummy,
and much more,
I loved the food that went with it,
and really thought that the food went with it,
rather than the other way round,
seasoned mature folks do about the same,
as they are served on society table,
they waft their incense,
to raise general apetites,
they make for good socital intercourse,
and have all eating from their hands,
it is only important,
that we allow time and space,
to the society,
to pickle such fine people,
and cherish them forever or till they last. 

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I Just Wanna

I wanna meet a woman who
ain't about the games and b.s.
I wanna get to know a woman
who's life ain't filled with so much stress
I wanna meet a woman who ain't so selfish
I wanna get to know a woman who 
hasn't been threw so much heartache she's chest less
I wanna talk to a woman who knows exactly what she wants
I wanna get to know a woman who's street smart
but at the same time ain't too siddity 
now what I don't want is a hardcore/feminine
cuz for the record that shhh! kill me 
I wanna meet a woman who ain't sick of love
I wanna meet a woman who mentality isn't men is dogs
I wanna meet a woman who ain't bisexual
I wanna meet a woman who knows being submissive
doesn't mean I'm a think less of you
I wanna meet a woman who wants to live holy
but also isn't afraid to ask her man "can you hold me"
I wanna meet a woman who's mind is right 
ya know down to earth but still ain't addicted to the night life
I'm trying to meet a woman who's trying to pursue companionship
wants to get to know me as a friend
but in love with me is where she's trying to end

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Open Rebuke

Vials of stolen waters are sweet
To the drunkard who drinks 
As if he has not drank
Who inside is like bottled up wine
Pouring new wines into an old wine skin
Though he must vent, ready to burst
He considers not that the wines will run out
And that the bottle will perish
Thus, the simple man seeks another drink
Making glances and taking chances
With festive dances and forbidden romances
The winebibber staggers and falls into deep ditches
Full of the nectar and the dregs of the flesh
Under the tree of knowledge in fields of subtle venoms
Loaves of secret bread are pleasant
To the glutton who gluts 
As if she lacks bread
Wiping her mouth saying she has done no wrong
Though she’s known, a woman given to appetite
Yet she puts not the knife to her throat
Neither considers the dainties before her
That such food id deceitful meat
The strange woman craves more delacacies
Making glances and taking chances
With festive dances and forbidden romances
The riotous eater of flesh gnash a mouthful of gravel
Engorged with the grains she grinds 
That pierce, alas, like a sword and stabs like a dagger
Whose drowsiness clothes with rags
And covers such impoverished souls 
With hunger and sleep, thus you must listen
Guide your heart in the Way 
And be not among them
Lest you learn their ways snaring your one soul.

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Fantasy Of The Two

Fantasy woman tends the world for her man
As one they blindly walk gazing
Living within their paradise

Fantasy mans iron grip holding tautly
Latched into his very existence
Living within her eyes

Fantasy woman her outlooking precise
Each step measured and calculated
Living how she learned

Fantasy man labors and toils through days
Hastening to behold her beauty
Living by his unwritten book

These capricious two ever living for the other
Clutching to reverie of chance
Living on shoestring love

Fantasy woman whispers hot to her lover
Passions of consequence
Living in purity

Fantasy man rejoices to heaven each night
Humbling merit for his godsend 
Living in the moment

Lady of dreams loves her gentleman fancy
One spirit they travel forward
Living and dying as one…

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I love pARME

I love pARME is what the letter to Santa will say.

One hair of head no cold a smile instead.

One long leg and then one more.

Two arms to hold.

One woman of love and riches keeps me warm.

One love inside.

Purple wings beating beside the thumping of my heart.

Early christmas can be a smile.

Captured with devices but meant as love from far inside.

I love pARME is what my letter to Santa must say.

One woman made of love.

The ONLY Christmas Present that eye want.

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A Little Lonely Today?

Today I’m a little lonely but it hasn’t been that long.
I’ve had a couple urges but nothing major;
I’ve got to stay focused or else I’ll be right back into it.
I must put a stop to all these bad feelings somehow mustn’t I?

  And who pray tell was that on my phone just now;
  Why it was you out of the clear blue.
  Confirmed the bad news for yourself didn’t you?
  You’re no longer on the housing contract.

Gosh you’d think that might tell you something;
But it hasn’t has it?
You tell me you might see me at church Sunday;
I’m not going to be there but you never even asked did you?

  Oh was I supposed to tell you that; my bad I guess.
  I live by myself now; I don’t share my comings and goings.
  Alright I’ll admit it; that nasty man you use to know is still in here;
  I enjoy hanging you out to dry; what goes around comes around right?

There was a time I would have given you the last breath of air around;
But that was back then and this is now and you answer to some other man now.
My regrets to you that you lost your housing status;
But that’s not all you’ll probably lose.

  Really from over here it looks more like you “threw” most of it away;
  You’re quite the busy woman these days according to your contentions.
  Did I ever tell you about being taught to dig fox holes to lie in?
  I don’t know why I thought of that right now.

I’m sorry but I came too close to losing my very soul;
That pain had me all out there thinking dying would be better than all that hurt.
Better I never have a woman than go through that ever again. 
I promise not to try to hurt you but I’m not going to interfere anymore either.

  So all the best to you and I wish you no sorrows or pains;
  You’ll forgive me but I do wish just a little that you’ll someday miss us.
  You made a mistake over us and if you don’t miss us you’ll never realize that.
  You need to remember this friend; even a jellyfish gets taken away by the tide.

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Get to the Back of the Bus

Pay your fare.
But don't you Dare 
sit across from any 
white man, woman or child. 
Get up! Get up I say!
Get to the Back of this Bus!
Rosa was tired, a long hard day~
She would not budge, was dragged away.
Was fined fourteen dollars and refused to pay.
"Let the court decide" was heard to say.
They walked for a year, or found another way.
Let the busses sit still!  "We will not pay to 
be treated this way!" Human rights! Equal rights!
What changes were wrought by a woman just 
trying to get home without being made to Stand up.
Tired feet, weary body, But courage enough to Say
I will not  get to the back of the bus!

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Difference Iz Vol. 2

I guess to me vol. 1 just wasn't enough
so I guess it's time I refill this lyrical cup
the difference is I gotta explain how different I really am
the depths of a real nigga has just began
concerning this world I guess it don't amaze me
how men & women use each other is far from crazy
but maybe I just reached my spiritual peak
like I told yall love is what I continue to seek
most men can't seem to look a woman 
expect by the way her body looks
I guess the difference is I'm on a different page
matter fact a whole nother book
difference is I'm talking to women to see where there heart is
I could careless how many baby fathers you got & how many kids
I'm on a mission just to talk to women because I respect their convo
it sometimes amazes me how a man could make a woman feel so low
but thats the world its lost and don't wanna be found
so if anyone hears God's voice they recognize this heavenly sound
difference is I'm on a love search yeah It might hurt
but one thing I realized is you gotta put God 1st
difference is I'd take a woman with a good heart gladly 
for the simple fact I know with this woman 
I'd be eternally happy

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The Happy Dock

 If my lifevest were a donut that floated, I could float and eat happily for a week.

I was alone amid the choppy sea, baking under a watchful hot sun - 
Near me were scary fins; they stayed close but had not yet attempted to bother 
I drifted on the tubular float, my feet barely in waves. 

I saw in the distance a floating wood dock…
Or maybe it was the smallest little island I had ever seen, only with no trees or 
shrubbery. I could not tell.

By and by I drifted closer…
And spotted a most unblemished figure standing alone with long flowing hair, 
long legs and bronzed buttocks to be sure, tanned coconuts by her feet. That 
much I discerned.

I floated and bobbed on my donut tube and hoped that I might float to her and her 
happy dock –
Two fins specifically came closer. 
Silver gray looming primeval fins slicing thru the water more pronounced and 
curious than the others, seemingly purpose-driven –

The woman with coconuts on a level dock waved to me.
She then signaled to me in warning that there were sharks in the water [as if I did 
not know]. I was only in seven feet of water - 
Red coral reefs were around me below the sharks…but it was to me perhaps the 
most beautiful inviting water in all the world.
Even with these awesome man-eaters . . . 

I was closer to the dock now. Fifty meters. I was sure of it! I wanted to rip off the 
vest and make a quick marathon swim to the girl – I did not think I could make it. 
My lips were chapped and my skin (hot from sun, wind and tropical haze) hurt 
badly and peeled, floating into the island air and into green waves. My skin.

I thought my skin was stinging, but . . .

Something pulled at my foot. Burning pain crippled me. A fluorescent jellyfish had 
stung me.
When I looked up, there was no woman on the dock. But still the goddamned 
fins -
I splashed in quick turning circles to try and find her, this woman on the dock, 
goddess, figment of my imagination…whatever.
I saw more fins, the same fins, but no girl. 
Then, lo, there was splashing. The girl was swimming to me . . .

When at last splashing ceased, and I was calm, I noted a warm easy wave come 
over me


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Tears in My Womb

There are tears in my womb because you ripped out my child.
She was loving and tender
Now her acidity could erode the concrete shape that is your heart.
You raped her being and now she is gone.
Her feminity has been violated by your carnal desires.
No longer a woman she passes through the night as a ghost of the woman she 
once was.
The one she wishes she could be again

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Passing by

To see them rushing by.
Going past me with other things on their mind,
Not a thought in their head of the woman watching them,
I see them pasting by busy with their lives and futures.
Some are happy, some are sad,
But all pass me by,
Too busy to wonder,
Too busy to care.
About the woman who watches them pass her by,
They all are in hurry to get to their place,
Never knowing that the woman who watches them go by,
Knows a secret,
That if they just stop for just a second,
They will find their place

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This Woman's Worth

I am priceless
For you cannot put a
Monetary value on
A real woman
Because I do not
Follow others trying
To be their clone
I am not afraid to be 
The woman that I am
Because that woman
Is a gem that is waiting
To be discovered

Devotion is my passion
I am fiercely loyal
To the ones I love
I accept all who
Want to know me
I feel blessed to 
Have friends that care
I cherish them because
They are a treasure
Every person no matter
What their sin or crime
Is worthy of being loved
Forgiving others freely
Is a motto I live by
It defines who I am

Love is my reason for existing
The expression of love
From one person to another
Is the most beautiful gifts
A person can ever experience
I feel grateful for the chance
To express my love  
When I love someone
Their happiness becomes
An obsession to me
Serving them is my
Greatest privilege
I am their fortress
Never leaving their
Side when in need
Their past transgressions
Make no difference to me
All I care about is the heart
That beats inside them right now

If you have me in your life
Hold onto me tightly
Because I will always
Be there for you
But, heed this warning
Don't neglect or abuse me
For another side of me
Will begin to unveil itself
For this woman has a myriad
Of emotions that unleash
Themselves without warning
If you stand in the eye of my
Hurricane I will destroy you
But, if you do nothing to
Cause a storm to brew
This will never be your fate
Because only those who
Torment me unmercifully
Receive any of my wrath
Vengeance is not my wish

My attributes and my flaws
Are all part of what makes
Me the woman that I am
A unique entity
A genuine article
A real woman
Whose heart is true
And motives are pure
The simplicity that exists
Inside my heart is what
Make this woman's worth
A priceless rarity to love

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My Lifelong Love

I love the way his chain sit
I love his New York accent

He's so laid back
And is so cute when rockin' a du-rag

He's so real
He's the kind of guy who knows how to make a woman feel

He's so independent
The way it appears, he must be heaven sent

If it's a sin to feel like this
Then my spot in heaven doesn't exist

All my past relationships were daunt
But this one is exaclty what I want

It's my time to have someone who loves me for me
I'm not being selfish, cause that's what every girl needs

Girls, when you feel how I feel,
Your feelings will never again be concealed

It may feel too real
But it'll then be too late because your love has already been revealed

I don't have any regrets about meeting this guy
Because his love is good, and that I can't deny

I no longer have to look for love anymore
Because he came along and is what I'm looking for

If this is what God has in store for me to explore
This, I will not ignore

I hope this love will be forever
And I pray for joy and happiness in our endeavor

I have found the man that every woman dreams of
But most of all, I have found my lifelong love

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lakefront loveliness and you

a peaceful night accomplished
fireworks are displayed lakefront
our work is rewarded....our bond becomes stronger

a lovely night perfectly planned
grilled seafood platter lakefront
our debts are paid....our unity lasts even longer

a wonderful night realized
dessert in a spacious penthouse suite lakefront
our second lifetime has officially begun....our hearts for each other has grown fonder

a Divine Night Blessing Specialized
sunrise togetherness moment after a good night's sleep lakefront
our God is Good and Mighty God....from that our minds refuse to wander 

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Woman Made Of Love

Woman Made Of Love 
a woman from above 
made from some distant heaven 
made and fashioned somehow differently 
than most of them 
a woman made of love 
a woman made of solid stuff 
she decided to have a secret beau 
so she hid him in her heart 
but he grew cold 
so she grew bold 
and they both grew old 
in talking love together 
now he is bold and never cold 
and she is never old 
for in warming him she is now better 
a woman made of love 
she has her beau for ever 
and they have love 

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Difference Iz Vol. 1

1st off I'm a poet thats looking
for a woman who I can trust
because now I know the difference 
between love & lust
maybe I kinda lost that nigga mentality
or maybe I learned from all my emotional casualties
the difference between me & other
niggas is pretty simple
I feel for the good woman and the 
heart braking situations that they been threw
but in all actuality maybe I'm feeling too much sympathy
Naw never that, I just pray if
I hurt her that she'd find the heart to forgive me
I believe the female species is
the most beautiful thing God created
so it don't amaze me for the right one
I'm still patiently waiting
I guess the difference is I chose to humble myself
cause most niggas wouldn't take these kinda hits below the belt
difference is I'm looking for something 
that can possibly last forever 
I had a good girl I just wish 
I could rewind till the 1st day that I met her
but I'm a grown man 
so as we speak I'm learning from my mistakes
most niggas looking for the next dummy 
I'm looking for my ideal mate
difference is I'm not worried bout who you used to be
whatever you did put it behind you. you finally free
I could careless who you used to be 
and who slutted you out
difference is I accommodate you 
on taking this other route

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All I Need

All I need is eternal peace to make it from these dangerous streets
a woman who I can trust cause wit relationships I fell in love way too deep
I put that woman before God and now I'm paying the price 
but really I ain't trippin because I'm allowed a chance to make things right
question? if life was a dice game could I have the right to complain
roll double 6's on ya come out game over nothin has changed 
what am I gettin at? being in prison should be a wake up call
cause I refuse to be locked down again behind them walls
I'm sanctified with a gift I didn't even want but look how it changed me 
I love it I can't even stunt
All I needed was one reason to trust and follow the living word
God's amazing grace has more soaring higher than the birds
the desires of my heart is to hear his voice
with every soul that comes to Jesus
I hear the angels in Heaven rejoice
I'm persuaded now than ever to follow my heavenly father
even if I'm persecuted for the gospel 
and things get harder & harder

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Made love to

Guys are just out for the prospect
and i'm not denying some girls are too
mostly we want that meaningless sex
the kind you have with a platonic friend
or a friend with benefits
but lately that's not me 
I don't think it ever was 

what i'm really searching for
is the type of passion in romance novels
the kind that will have me awake at night
The type that isn't just a hit and run 
I want to snuggle up with the one I love
After they have made soft passionate love to me

I want a man to care enough about me
to first try to satisfy me 
I'm tired of the quickies 
and the bootie calls 
I'm sick of that mentality

Doesn't a man think about 
the woman and how she may feel?
I want my lover to memorize my spots
and hit them deliberately just to see
the look on my face when I explode

I don't care about the random hook ups
I don't want next time to be just another time
I want to be made love to
I want to be showed why
some woman cry after they climax
Is it because their so completely in love?

I don't want the next guy to 
just add me to the list
I want him to behave like
this could very well be the last
woman he ever does this with 
I want so many things 
but is this too much to ask from men? 

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Same Shhh Different Chick

Same thing just a different day
new chick same lil @$$ games
now I ain't saying no names
but I been wit a few good dames 
and 99% of em was playing wit my emotional brain
no I don't think it's a shame I just feel ashamed
I'm true to myself and thats real talk to you
true to myself true to my God
true to my niggas true to this holy righteous cause
It takes a lot of balls for any woman or man 
to cheat on any good man or woman 
who's loving you unconditionally in their right bosom
the stats say all the good men are either 
taken, dead, or in central booking
and all the good women literally
got their face in some dike chick pudding
but despite the situation I'm facing 
love is what I'm still chasing
but I kinda ran outta breath 
I gotta deep whole in my chest bout five to 6 stitches 
in my left breast
but if I ever encounter a virtuous woman 
she'll feel the fire in my heart
that burns for her whenever I cook it... That's My Word