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The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.


Copyright © Tay Reid | Year Posted 2013

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Survey Of A Happy Life

Survey Of A Happy
life.

The question I was
asking:
The couple answered;
it's Good-Flavorful
and lasting.
It is fun and
uplifting
it's giving and
sacrificing
It is easy to
Identify
if you know the
signs.

Reciprocating,unselfish
It is hushed kisses,
smooth caresses
gentle movements
that induce deep-
gutted moans
it is pillow talk
and long walks-

A blood rush to
cheeks.
it is rocking chairs
and wheel chairs
It's thanking
God for each other -
for the ability
to remain meek.

And for our,
grandchildren
adored.. seeing the
past presented in
the
presence of their
eyes.
Enduring and over-
looking each
failure.
Sharing of favorite
stories for the
Ump-tenth time.

The prayers,the joys
shared, produced the
unity that made
us strong. Strong
enough together to
withstand disasters.
Escaping cracks
and sink holes...

We who know,know
the value of
these...
Also we see the
importance of
laughter.
We knew how to live
-
we knew love then
and shall, in the
hereafter.!

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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A Race To Death

Copyright 204 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!




IF LIFE were only played out on a RACE TRACK,
WHICH CAR would you choose…BUGATTI, FERRA)RI…or an…easy DEATH,
CAN IT be so simple…THAT YOU never KNEW ME to be ANY…THING,
FOOL…YOUR TIMES UP…AND I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP!

YOUR HEAD’S full of PROBLEMS…while I was…PLAYING MY OWN GAME,
You NEVER knew it…NEVER KNEW IT…while I was PLAYING MY OWN GAME,
And I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP,
FOOLS that you were…I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP!


CHORUS:

DIAMONDS, jewels, and FURS…WERE ALL YOU KNEW,
TIN CANS and sodas…were all I ever knew,
And I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP,
In a FLASH of red, yellow, blue, and green,
And a checkered yellow flag…TO MY OWN NAME…TO MY VERY OWN NAME!

And IF…in my FINAL race…it ENDS in a TORTURED FLAME,
I was beautiful…AT LAST…AT LEAST…in my very OWN NAME...AT LEAST in name!


FLASHING round the track…JERKING all  the same,
YOU…were coming up…YOU WERE COMING UP,
HUMPING YOUR OWN ASS…was the blue Bugatti…that I ALONE DROVE,
And I TORE on the PETRO [GAS]…I TORE ON THE PETRO [GAS],

In TIME…the checkered yellow flag…was ONLY MINE…ONLY MINE,
Bubbles, BAUBLES, and furs…were ONLY MINE…they were ONLY MINE,
And the scarred horror of my FINAL CRASH…and the press that BURNED MY VERY OWN BONES,
To them I was beautiful, and I WAS…and I WAS…BEAUTIFUL at last, BEAUTIFUL at last!

Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2014

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FRIES AND MAN

Crunchy golden brown potatoes
Cut unevenly into strips sticks
One maybe half, one and two inches long
Best eaten after freshly fried

So thus us, creations of God
Unequal to wit, might and talents
Yet, daily equip in battle of growing
Not on failing but succeeding

The fries eaten plain or flavored
So is man simple and favored
The fries a fine finger food
So is man by nature is born good

Either served on plate or pouch
Us humans ready to serve and touch
Sometimes bitten bit or whole
Us humans molded clever or fool

by: olive_eloi
10:07am
01/19/2014

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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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A Prophecy

A Prophecy

John Grisham was rejected by 28 publishers
Before he sold “A Time to Kill”
But because he didn’t say “What the hell”
His books have sold over 275 mil.

Maya Angelou was once a whore
But she wanted to write and sing
When haters were speaking she wasn’t listening
And in 1993 she sang before a king.

Paul Laurence Dunbar was the son of a slave
Wrote his brilliant masterpieces at the elevator door
Determined not to listen to the white man because he wanted more
Now he is an example of greatness for the writing poor.

Tyshawn Nicole Knight was once a mental case
She wrote poetry on the floors in the psych ward
But, she never gave up, she struggled and worked hard
Now she is a publisher and her writers have gone far.

Copyright © Tyshawn Knight | Year Posted 2015

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What you think: You are

I am a winner, a thought to be spoken.
You are a winner, your pride has awoken.
Faith in yourself, your achievements are great
Don't let doubt become your weight.
Don't be afraid, let your talent soar high.
Don't be put down, or you will never fly.
Don't sell yourself so lowly to others,
For people see value, your friends, sisters and brothers.
You are capable, you must tell yourself now,
Or obstacles will rise and doubt will avow.
Why can't you see, this talent within?
Why can't you admit it, you could truly win.
You are intelligent, nothing like a fool,
Don't believe your lies, that isn't the rule.
To brand yourself these fettering names,
Your colleagues and friends would believe the claims.
This is why you should not falter,
Negative opinions, you should definitely alter.
For You are a winner and i believe it so.
Now convince everyone else, get out and go.

Copyright © Oliver Liore | Year Posted 2014

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AS MUCH AS I CAN, I WILL

I will laugh as loud as I can..
Laughter that comes within me..
Laughter that shakes even me..
Laughter that may end up to tears..

I will smile as wide as I can..
A smile showing evenly my teeth..
A smile that goes all thru my eyes and lips..
A smile that may melt and encourage you to smile..

I will sing as like a nightingale..
Hitting the high and low notes..
Dancing even in carefree..
Until, I own a space of mine..

I will care as much as I can..
Remembering that Caring is act of charity..
Putting into mind that life will be better..
Doing it now not tomorrow..

I will forgive as I much I can..
For God from heaven, forgives me too..
For this will keep peace into the world..
For this will end feud or war..

I will love as much as I can..
Bearing into mind that this what my God wants..
Showing unceasingly without asking for return..
Knowing this will tight the world's bound..

by: olive_eloi
9:45pm
12/11/2013
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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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Artistic Insecurity

An editor of Twig, I was
The least accomplished one.
I hadn’t taken art for years
Like most of them had done.

The “Head-itor” took care of most 
Responsibilities.
She gave us fifty pages each.
Back then, I was at ease. 

The moment that I started spreads,
I found myself quite stuck.
I looked through older yearbooks, but
I wasn’t quite in luck.

Some photos looked a bit washed out,
And fonts were not much better.
With ruthless eyes, I scrutinized
Each page down to the letter.

“Oh crap!” I said, forgetting that
I’d come for inspiration.
I feared my spreads would be assessed
With equal condemnation.

I searched non-stop for perfect fonts,
Spent hours on grayscaling,
I hadn’t finished half my work,
But deadlines were approaching.

“That’s it!” I said, “That’s quite enough,
You’re being such a child.
Creative insecurity
Made lateness yours go wild .”



And thus I pledged to cast away
My green mentality.
I forced myself to believe once more.
In my ability.

This incident made me become
A Carol two-point-oh
Who’s confident in all she does
And lollygags no more.

Copyright © Kimura Kundera | Year Posted 2014

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LIKE A COFFEE

Bright morning on the sidetable, I sat
Barely awake to relax on my butt
I began to search my favorite cup
For in early hours, it is a stat

In the range, I place a teapot
Checking sure the water is hot
Usual time, it rang on dot
Sending me signal ready it's hot

I place sugar, coffee and cream
Observing each grain drop in stream
I get a spoon stirring it round
Careful not to make any sound

I like not sweet nor bitter
The more I taste, it's better
So thus life, the more you live
The more things you will achieve

Of fortune and wealth
Of people's love and health
Of dreams and ambitions
Of contentment and satisfaction

Each year, a person gets older
I hope one doesn't get colder
Rather, he or she must be bolder
Pursue life's hurdles and wonder

Either of these, go with life's stir
Mixture of circumstances like elixir
Through every joys and tears
God is with you, don't fear..

by: olive_eloi
1:04am
01/29/2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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VIVES IN NEW YEAR

Seven hours, comes new year
Hope joy fills the heart not a tear
Hug and kiss someone dear
Don't care, also do not fear

Build new dreams and ambitions
Life from the start is a mission
Love, trust intact, sure no confusion
Let it go in full exhibition

Laugh louder..
Dream bigger..
Strive harder..
Humble forever..

Every year added to life
Reminds the sharp age's knife
Anyhow, do forget this fallacy strife
Believe, keep a firm faith in vive...

by: olive_eloi
5:17pm
12/31/2013
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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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PROGRESS

Like the folded petals and bud, I'll bloom and flower..
Like the worm, I'll change and I on metamorphosis...
Like a seed, I'll grow and bear fruit..

Like a baby crawl, little by little I'll stand...

Life is a constant continuous progress..
Even our age passes the time..

Time a nonstop reminder of events..
Mirror a reflection of unstoppable changes..

Yet, deeds and actions leaves irreplaceable  imprints..
Through even decades sprint...

by: olive_eloi
9:36pm
12/11/2013

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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RUNNING TIME

Yesterday...
I dreamt of becoming a nurse..
So, I studied hard, give my best to my course..
Thus, smiles and praises of patients who came to my care, I incur...

Today...
I am in midway of my dreams...
Attitude and character, I learn to trim..
Achieving memories of lifetime gleam..

Someday..
I will also walk down the aisle...
Wearing elegantly white satin gown..
There at the end, the man I'll be with will be waiting...

Tomorrow...
Who knows what will it bring..
All I know now is I will do everything..
Pursuing risks at hand not feel guilt after that I never did..

by: olive_eloi
4:07pm
11/07/2013

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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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The Sandcastle

Yes, the boy continued working
as people ran on by -
kicking up the sun-dried sand
which stung his little eye.

The beach was full of castles,
sand castles great and tall.
The artists had great patience as
the crowd was held in awe.

Now some were very stately
and some were built quite lean -
but artists built their castles
where they could be well seen.

Castles grand and beautiful –
some poised to win a place –
detailed touches serious
from top down to the base.

While all the crowd was standing 'round
still watching and amazed -
the judge looked ever critical
with eyebrow often raised.

But then a storm came blowing by
collapsing every wall.
The crowd was stunned – wave after wave
had toppled one and all...

except for one sand castle
which stood above the rest.
It was not much to look at but –
withstood the final test.

Away from wicked, stormy seas
it stood back from the shore.
Though storm had sent its wicked waves
it could have handled more.

Yes, every great sand castle
was crushed and so outdone -
all tested hard with crashing waves
that could not reach this one.

Its walls were not the straightest -
but safely from the sea -
t'was built alone so humbly
and stood there faithfully.

That young boy sat beside it
not really that obsessed –
when someone started yelling, "Hey!
This one beats the rest!”

The crowd all pushed and gathered ‘round -
saw that castle standing.
They stood there so astonished, but
said not anything.

The judge pushed ever closer -
then saw the little boy -
who humbly built his castle where
the waves could not destroy.

He roared loud his announcement,
“This is the perfect size!”
and then he leaned right over and
awarded him First Prize.

But the boy continued working
as people ran on by -
kicking up the sun-dried sand
which stung his little eye.

©2010 louis gander - www.ganderpoems.org

Copyright © louis gander | Year Posted 2016

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UP TO SUCCESS, WANDERER

Ten thousands I do not have..
Sparkling diamonds unfortunately Im not bestowed as well
Big architectural design homeI don't have as well 
And So I have not also seen much of the world..

However..
What I do have is my family and my friends
What I do have is a mind willing to learn and discover 
What I do have is a heart sensitive to feel and understand...
What I do have is a handful experience

I have loved thee..
With all that I am I did..
Though It did not end to what I want..
Still, I remained hopeful 

As much as, I want to give..
There's a drive I need to control..
As much as I want to show..
There's that voice saying: "careful"

How can I not stop?
If it can be; it might be..
How can I not go on?
If I don't feel the possibility..

Between heaven and hell, it might be..
Over the sun and under the sea, maybe..
I will bravely the risk..
I will courageously seek..

Even if I'm not sure of the result..
Even if I may be place in hot waters..
I must try; I must try..
I must not quit; must not quit..

By: olive_eloi
oct. 6, 2013
1:40pm

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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PIECE BY PIECE IT FITS

The sound of your voice stuns me..
The gaze we hold when our eyes lock, melts me..
The way we talk long hours everyday, comforts me..
The gentleness of your treatment, keeps me..

Oh! I flutter with your cleverness..
I blush at your complements..
I hide at your naughtyness..
I follow at your truthfulness..

The boken pieces beginning to fit..
Hope they will not anymore split..
Rather, each piece is a good hit..
Worth finishing in a whole lifetime sit...

by: olive_eloi
1:45am
11/09/2013

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Despite corrupt government..
Despite rampant poverty..
Despite calamities..
Despite even casualties..

Filipinos never gave up
Warm welcome, no doubt..
Burning hope, a remark..
Unmoved faith to God, a heavy armor..

Philippines at its finest, anyhow..

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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FASCIAE

This is just a love song.
I hope you all care.
I just want to be a millionaire.
Life is thriving for success.
I just want to do my very best.

Underneath a rainbow, after the rainfalls, this is my time now.

I entrenched my mind.
I concealed my faith.
Just a wheedle 
A great insinuator

The colors of life brought good and bad.
Some call it luck.
I see it as blessed.
This is just a love song about success.

I am going to make me somebody.
No one can break me down.
Life is striving from here on out.

I ensconced my mind. 
I hid away my voice.
Attune by face
Fasciae

After the rainfall, rainbow forms.
No longer do I have to wait on anyone.

Living is good.
A bad focus destroys.
Money in my pockets and 
I am to be the wealthy one.

I am established by faith. 
I concealed my falls
A ballad 
A mental facade

When the rain stops, I will find the rainbow.
A canopy drip drops as sunshine rushed forward.

I am engrained and enriched.
My vim and vigor is rooted to my strength.
Scaffold by certitude
Cajole

This is just a love song.
Feel my embrace.
Jack climbed the beanstalk.
Oh, what a lovely day!

This is just a love song.
An aura an embrace!
Success is ongoing.
Failure is a disgrace.

This is just a love song.
Number one comes first.
Placated to my melees 
Propitiated to my fans
This is a love song about me loving me.

(Music [Acoustic guitar, etc.] and the vocalist and/or band screaming in the musical hits/beats Fasciae into a close/ending of the song).
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~Penned on June 02, 2014!~
~Success is my women.  Money is my man.~

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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PERSPECTIVE INNOCENCE

I have met and have known so many..
Did not give a chance to any?
Sure, I can have one of these any..
However, I am so careful and been choosy...

My heart's innocence..
It loves in true essence.
Bright as the lights luminescence..
All that gone by is just reminiscence..

How I pray for one and only?
Not of rich or pure novelty..
Not of highly educated nor of buckling pocket..
As I only want for one humbled..

It's crazy, I still believe..
When all those chances, I give..
It is rejection and pain, I achieve..
Nevertheless, I hope never be deceived..

For all I want is love to receive..
Mindful please, I ask you to perceive..
For times with you I spent, I'll not retrieve..
Trust and genuine love, do faithfully conceive..

by: olive_eloi
5:36pm
12/11/2013

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2013