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LOVE STORY

LOVE STORY
The breeze is in my hair. The moon is gleaming behind me. The love I feel is everlasting. Cadence of my soul. Show me your happiness Share, my love. Laugh with me Our destiny is mixed with pleasure. Our essence treasured. Come walk with me in the garden. Alive - Let's reach our ultimate…high. Smile, darling smile Kiss me with your eyes. Forever we are. Champagne we drink To toss our uniting. You feel my sylph A fulfilled spirit. This journey succumbs me. I am free for you to love. Embrace your ideas Let the breeze come in. Dance to the ecstasy. Release all your fears. Capture this time As our minds, intertwine. Laugh with me Inflection of my soul. Show me your happiness. Share, my love. A majestic dynasty Our empire In time Now! Here we stand You and I forever. No obstacles have formed. You are my one and only. Woman, smile Kiss me with your eyes. Forever we are. Thrive - Let's reach our ultimate…highs. This is our life... Together This is our existence... Forever Ardor love Justified by God Come walk with me in the garden As we write our love story.
MY PHILOSOPHY
Man is man. His skin is what makes difference. His upbringing differentiates. This is, he states, “God's way.” DARK SUNSHINE - VSW _________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 03, 2014!


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The Accolade

 Fighting mid the strong and bold,
His eye and blade were keen;
Marching like a thund'ring storm
On foes of Faith, his queen.

Now returned in victory
Upon his mighty bay,
Set he off to Langley Tow'r
Her summons to obey.

"John the Squire," the footman called,
And held the oaken door;
Faith, it seemed, had gleaming eyes
Like never once before.

"John! 'tis good to see thee hale,"
The queen exclaimed, and rose:
Tales have sped to Langley's gates
Of many broken bows."

"God has saved me whole and well,
By prayers, I ween, of thee;
Tell me please, my lady Queen
What service I may be."

Saying thus, the squire bowed
And doffed his burnished helm;
Struck in awe by Faith, his love,
The queen of Arthur's realm.

"Gilbert saith," rehearsed the queen,
"That deeds of thee are done
Greater yet than those of Wat 
Or even Henry's son."

Tears bedecked her youthful face,
And glistened in the light;
John the Squire, as she had hoped,
Had done her favour right.

"Nay!" the humble squire cried,
"This word is not so true!
How could I, the meanest squire,
Perform the deeds they do?"

"Hush!" It was a firm command;
"I'll hear these lies no more; 
Kneel before me, Squire John,
A knight shall leave the door."

Down before the queen he knelt,
He pledged his knighthood true;
Swore her ev'ry small command
With cheerful heart to do.

From his side she drew his sword,
She struck the accolade;
"Thus the greatest knight," she said,
"Is from a squire made."

From her hand the sword did fall,
It clashed upon a stone:
"John, if battle claimed thy life,
How could I be alone?"

"God has prospered all my ways;
My Queen, I praythee, cease!
Soon these wars shall claim our foes,
And Britain be in peace."

Faith remained there by her throne,
With light upon her hair;
Not one maid of Camelot
Was even half so fair.

"God be with thee evermore,"
She bravely said at last;
"Guard and keep thee from the foe
Until the very last."

John the Knight farewell did bid,
And swiftly rode away:
When the wars were hammered out,
He'd be a king in May.


  For the Famous Art contest. Inspired by the painting "The Accolade" -1901 by Edmund Blair Leighton. 


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Passionate Strength of a Woman

She will love him as he is leaving
without pain and tearful goodbyes
She know he will be coming back to her
She can see it in his eyes

As he turns a smile is given to her
a beautiful vision close she will keep
"Its only for a little while"
whispers her to sleep

She tries to be strong
as she longs for his sweet gentle touch
This passionate strength of a woman
has lived through so much

She feels she can touch him everywhere he goes
She hears his thoughts to her he calls
within her Soul the love she knows...
so she waits...


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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.



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THE PERFECT WOMAN

THE PERFECT WOMAN

What does a perfect woman mean? 
Does it mean something that meets your standards?
A standard measured by physical appearance
or from within towards one's heart and soul?

Perfect is just a label 
A label to define what you like in a woman
A woman whom you want to be with for the rest of your life
A life that will make you feel satisfied.

What is a perfect woman for me?
The perfect woman is a woman who is beautiful inside and out
Not only in the sight of those around us
But in the sight of GOD


By: Ms.Melba Regina V.Sales
      ( a.k.a RIPPED HEART AND SOUL )



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My addiction

I have an addiction...
It dont matter what time of day it is my addiction is there...
Not always in the literall since...
But it is always on my mind...
I lay my head down to sleep at night thinking about you...
I sleep dreaming about you...
I wake up thinking about you...
Your always on my mind...
No matter what I do my addiction is always on my mind...
Even if your not the last one I talk to before I lay my head down to sleep...
I still lay my head down thinking of you...
I just cant get enought of you...
No matter what my addiction is there...
My addiction has a name...
Her name is Shelby Nestle...
No matter how much we text or talk on the phone...
Its never enough...
I cant get enough of your beautiful eyes...
I cant get enough of that beautiful smile...
I cant get enough of kissing your soft lips...
That feeling I get inside when our lips touch...
Or holding you in my arms...
This is a new addiction to me...
Never have I been this addicted this quick...
It scares the shyt outta me...
But then I love it...
You are my new addiction baby... 
You are my...
My heroin...
My ecstacy... 
My cocaine...
You are my own personal drug...
I cant imagine and addiction stronger...
You are my addiction...
I wouldnt even think about trying to break this addiction...
I wouldnt go to rehab for this addiction...
I like it to much...
YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE


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I love the Singer in an All Girl Band

I love the Singer in an All Girl Band 
Loch David Crane, 1976

I dreamed about  'ya in your pixie shoes
and watched ‘ya stomp on all my blues;
I dreamed about 'ya in your fishnet tights
and how ‘ya kept me up all night.

I dreamed about 'ya next day too      
when my mind should'a been on school.
I dreamed about ‘ya in your leather skirt
‘til my heart began to throb and hurt.

I dreamed about 'ya at a biker dance,
a third leg grew inside my pants.
I dreamed about 'ya and what I’d do
if I could go to bed with you---

But you don't know me an' I think it's true
that I could never succeed with you.
I may as well make other plans
'cause I love the singer in All Girl Band.

My heart is locked in my rib cage
prisoner of a new-wave age; 
the only way to set it free
is if you will make love to me.

I've seen the future-- it's black and blue
from random violence, dancin' too;
but that is where I'll have to stand
'cause I love the singer in All Girl Band.


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Femme Fatales

When Mother Earth, Anu was young
the gods gifted her sisters;
Fair Brigid with the fiery hair,
blonde Boann of the waters.

Their bodies lay upon the globe
intertwined in rainbows
Brown skinned mountains, fiery skies,
and blonde washed dawns to rouse.

Adore the feminine in all her forms,
or mountains rise and snowslides are born.
Adore the feminine in all her forms.

Most favored by the Northern gods 
was Brigid's aurora
How the endless night was blessed
so they all adored her.

The jealous day of blonde Boann
shook, from pale limb to limb, 
and water rose to wake Anu
who writhed in earthen skin.

Adore the feminine in all her forms,
or mountains rise and snowslides are born.
Adore the feminine in all her forms.

The Northern lands of ice and snow
so brightened by Brigid
saw brittle glaciers break and fall
avalanches begin.

So to this day all North men pray
to the goddesses three
Earthen Anu, fiery Brigid
and Boann's watery lea.

Adore the feminine in all her forms,
or mountains rise and snowslides are born.
Adore the feminine in all her forms.



 


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The goddess

She pets,feeds
clothes and protects
A mother human
For i was weak and vulnerable



She cares,comforts and consoles
with a seraphic massage
in sound and touch
though i'm grown and strong

Oh,the better half
that completes every man
always needed for wholeness
either mother or wife,
the woman;a real goddess


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The Perfect Woman

An honest smile and truthful eyes
A road slinger who loves a surprise
A worker who dreams of the world
Needs the road and loves a whirl

Understands my past and hers
Comfortable with herself in showers
Loves good vibes and the bad
Appreciates the love and even the sad

Wants more to life than bottom line
Takes a random hint as a sign
Embraces silence for it is rare
Take a chance, perfect woman, if you dare


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WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER part 3

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN"S LOVER      part 3

Now Jorgie met a new love
He begged to make her wife
First, they’d fetch her small boy
 to start a fresh new life.

So East they went to Minot
To find her cousin there
But when they came to his big house
His smile for them was spare.

The cousin was not happy
To relinquish that fine boy
He said his wife would waste away
Without her greatest joy

And Jorgie, solemn, studied them
The woman and the child  &
Wept with great compassion
Her broken heart ran wild.

Determined to do justice
Twas no one she could blame
Jorgie hugged the boy good bye
Her soul in raging flame.

She bid the woman love him
And tell him she was aunt
And with her newfound husband, John,
Departed pale and gaunt.

Now John, he was a good man
Who worshiped his new wife
They agreed to keep a secret
About her former life

And so away the years passed
Son came after son
Jorgie had a fresh life
They built a solid home.

Each month she mailed the  letters
To the ‘cousin’ in the west
She parceled up the photos 
true siblings in their best

But Sadness haunted Jorgie’s eyes
She tried to hide it well
But her  husband knew her---
 She had him in her spell.

So sad she was and so forlorn
He needed to confide
To someone who could help him
to cheer his cherished bride.

And so he told his sister
His wife had longed to see
From her past her loved ones---
Her own sweet family.

So sister Lena planned a scheme—
For Jorgie wild and free
the gift would be a great surprise
And John he did agree.

They would take the children
Aboard the westbound train
Jump the train at Minot
To see the boy again.

Wait they must til autumn
For Jorgie twas the best
In May would be a newborn babe
Nuzzling at her breast

Then hit the plague of ‘17
Entire towns were dead—
And  in their midst was Jorgie--
With her newborn-- cold, in bed.

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Note:  Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name:  Sena Jorgine Larsen
My father’s mother. The baby named Clara.  My was nearly 4 when they died. His father, John Anderson—Jorgie’s husband , never remarried.  He lived to be in his 70’s. His sister, my great aunt, Lena Anderson Hildebrandt, told me this story in 1971.


PS  THERE IS ANOTHER PART TO THIS IF ANYONE WANTS TO READ IT LET ME KNOW. I DON'T WANT TO BORE ANYONE TO DEATH!  vat


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Her Face

Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere
The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare
Though to confess my love, 
Oh no, I wouldn't dare...
So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair

Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind
This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find
Oh how the two of us, 
How our lives could've aligned...
So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear
Takes me to another world, A new frontier
I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, 
That part is clear...
But as I awake, Just shed another tear

Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget
Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet
I'll be reminded of her, 
At each days sunset...
And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light
With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight
Oh how just to see her, 
Brought me such delight...
But here I am all alone now, Another late night

Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love
So what will come of me, Can I rise above?
Without Her Face, 
I'm unsure thereof...
Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove

And she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams
Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems
We're walking together... 
Hands together, Along the forests blue streams

Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt
Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt
I will always have my writing, 
To continue to dwell...
On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt


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BESIDE EVERY GREAT WARRIOR OF OLD

Men were given total dominion
over all living things, and when
they subdued their enemy:
they were granted immortality!

Beside every great warrior of old, 
there was a strong woman of humility,
who gave him a victorious  sword;
and helped him change the course of history! 

Emperess Theodora was one of them to show adversity;
when Noka's revolt broke out:  she decided to stay,
while her hushand, Justinian, fled the city;
what an admirable act of feminity!

Beside every great warrior of old,
there seems to be a look of invincibility,
a defying moment to obtain glory;
and the cost for a golden crown is well-known!

Be the warrior of modern times, treatened by fear and fragility, 
seek out the man you were destined to be;
trust that woman who posseses internal beauty,
and beside this warrior, her courage will guide you with dignity!


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The soul of the virgin

The soul of the virgin

Our Virgin is so practical
So critical she be
She’s always hard upon herself
Her words come loose and free
If she thinks that you have let her down
She’ll tell you this is so
She’s very clever with her hands
And she really likes to know.

She does her best in everything
Meticulous is she
She be one of the clever ones
She’s kind and she will be
A boon to anyone who needs her
She’s so dependable
She can’t abide in ugliness
Of any kind at all.

She has a downer on herself
She thinks she is not liked
She analyzes everything
She can look into your psyche
She won’t be fooled by anyone
And she worries about her health
Just to get to know this lady
Is a valid source of wealth.

12 August 2013 2 1300hrs.


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A woman

A woman
Rommel E. Gabitan


is a temptress that lures
hundreds of souls into their curse
Helpless Adam tempted by Eve
suffers now because he is bare

Naked as a baby, he helplessly crawls
into the depth and breadth of his soul
Regretting intensely, that he had eaten
the Ancient Apple that was Forbidden

Crying in despair is Adam the Man
leaving his Paradise in the midst of anger
Of the Mighty Creator, full of Compassion
Who promised to give him Eternal Salvation


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Chained in love

My woman wants to make me believe
That other girls are bad and can deceive
She wants to see me not talk to any
She wants to see no text from angie
Angie is just my friend
She says that friendship must end.

My woman wants to make me believe
She is the only woman who live
She wants to see me with no other
Even those that call me brother
She wants to see no girl visit
She says my movements I should limit.


My woman wants to make me believe
That other people take much of my time
That she should have all the time
Always be there for her
Give all attention to her
She says I should always stick to her.

My woman wants to make me believe
Only from her love I should receive
When she hear of another woman
She falls sick
And grows weak
She says my love will kill her
She says it is better that way.


Chained in love
Only her she say I should serve
Chained in love
Only her she say I should have
Chained in love
Only her she say should stay in my every nerve
My woman wants to make me believe all this.


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i am woman

I am a woman 
a player 
a saivior 
a friend 
I am a mom
a warrior to the bitter end 
I am a lover
that bends all my needs
i am a singer 
that needs to breath
i am a lion 
that cant be tamed
i have  many names 
but I 
am a woman


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Seductive Temptress

A red scarf ribbon around her neck
It flows elegantly down her back
She hit me like a blow in the dark
Caressing the hump of her trademark
She knows I’m watching her walk
Without having to look back
I wish she could stop so we could talk
I'd say, 'How about a drink?'
But there’s so many of us to pick
So she walks on without a squeak
It's better this way, knowing my luck
I'd probably stutter, and my mind go blank
Some call out to her, but she’s used to that bark
Men are dogs and I’m a member of the pack
I proved it today, I tried to hold back
My feelings were too strong to fake
In her disappearance from my obsession I awake
And all the judgemental eyes I take
The seductive temptress her birthmark

Inspired by Lyric Man


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I want to write


I want to write
This time of that cold night
when I heard my mother cry
When I saw her lie
Flat on her belly
Her back bare and scaly
Her eyes swollen
Her right stolen
By one she called husband.

I saw the tears
I saw her fears
she sobbed between the whips
she tightly bit her lips
And tightened her hips
to swallow the pain
just for her stay.

I want to write
this time of that night
that night without stars
when I saw the scars
On her back
the scars stuck
made a permanent mark
on her back.

I want to write
I want to write
This time of my mother
write her as a victim
tortured by male chauvinism.
write her as a strong woman
Who challenged the stress of a man
Mama who raised us
built us
Made us.

so rise mama and shine
All will be fine
Mama rise and shine
All will be fine
RISE MAMA AND SHINE.
All will be fine.


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The Costumed Dream

     Seems like I'm falling 
in love 
     with Bat-Girl
   Don't ask me how this happened 
       Women in costumes 
appeal to me 
     Not long ago I hugged a woman 
in a cat costume
    Comic book dreams 
coming through once more 
  Green Lantern, Magneto and 
       the reat 
are competing with me 
for the love of 
  a costumed woman 
I think that "love steeers the star" 
  Fantasy women are sometimes 
easier to deal with than real ones


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ballad

In the night she comes,
Freeing all the women from their pain.
as she made their pain go numb 
she looked at the abusers with disdain

I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?

Pashant is what they called her.
Her arms were strong as steel.
She was a true fighter
as you can see she was very skilled

I still don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?

She didn't do this for attention
That wasn't the type of person she was
she did this for prevention
Everynight this is what she does

Oh, I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?

Her eyes were very daring,
She didn't take any mess from anyone
She had the beauty of a fairy
She would not run

I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?







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BEWARE THE WOMAN IN THE WARRIOR SUIT

BEWARE THE WOMAN 
IN THE WARRIOR SUIT

Put on your hardest angry face
Put on your  F## k you grin
Don't let her near your Heartstrings
Her only intent is Sin
Be careful of her whiles
Words to tease.  Inflict
Make the most of being undamaged 
She want you for her bitch
She'll make out that she's lonely
neglected by her man
Then take your details with stealth
And seduce you if she can
Her words will taste of honey
And promises she'll give
But turn to bile quickly
Once she finds out where you live
Her aim is to enthral you
Make you    her willing slave
But rip your heart    from your chest
Consume it on your grave
Once she has you   in the ground
Perhaps the safest place
She'll sweep you from existence
Until there is no trace
Perhaps it's best to know this foe
All dressed in "Warrior Garb"
She's the one who inflicts the most pain
Every word a tearing Barb......
Her so called friends will all applaud
As she tears you limb from limb
For they have known right from the start
That she's to blame.    Not him.....lol




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Best Teachers

In the presence of my gifted teachers
our classroom becomes a delightful place
In the hands of my gifted teachers
There is laughter in every student's lips
In the company of my gifted teachers
Creative thinking is everywhere
In the palms of my gifted teachers
There is hope that genuinely prospers
In the lectures my gifted teachers
Imagination and knowledge are awakened
In the voice of my gifted teachers
The memories of the past are shaken
In the advice of my gifted teachers
Creativity and skills are modeled
In the prayers of my gifted teachers
All kinds of blessings are shared
In the guidance of my gifted teachers
faith and Talents are finely set
In the encouragement of my gifted teachers
My future is made complete


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Kathy and the Woman of Old

There was a girl, who felt as though there was no place for her in the world,
And so she worked to discover a place in her thoughts, a place of sanctuary.
And she worked and worked, but all that came was derision and abuse.
And she found God.
And worked for God with abandon, undaunted, unafraid.
And the enemy saw her light and became afraid.
And so he sent her souls to sap her confidence, and she writhed in torment.
And she cried out to God, “Woman of old, I do not know you.  But I need you.  
Save me now!”
And the woman said, “When it is time, you will change the face of a generation.  
But for now, be still and know that I am Lord.  The Lord who birthed you.  The 
Lord who watches over her creation as a mother hen, always feeding not too 
much and not too little, but just right.”
And the woman became angry and said, “Though you slay me Satan, yet will I 
vanquish your lies, and praise the Divine for ever more.”
And she decided to study. 
This woman decided to study the words of a Word everlasting.
To bring light to a generation, lost in the spoiled vanity of dissolution.
And she met a woman.
A hard woman to some, but to those who knew her, they knew of a softness sent 
down from Abraham to bring light to a people who were not her own.
And the woman said to the woman, “You must study until your mind aches with 
pain of a generation, and then study some more.  You must write, until your 
hands ache with the sorrow of the bitterness of women passed over for eons. 
AND THEN WRITE SOME MORE.  But if you hold on, you will surpass all 
expectations and you will rise to give light to the world.”
And so the woman said to the woman, “I will study and I will write.  And I will study 
and I will write.  And when I cannot go one step further. I will write some more, 
until my hands shed the blood of Gethsemane.  And from this blood, wounds of 
old between woman and man, woman and woman, man and creation shall be 
healed forever more.”
And so the woman wrote and read, she read and wrote.  And finally she began to 
shed blood and lost 2 near and dear to her.  And she cried out to the Lamb, “Son 
of my mother, what am I to do?”  And the Lamb responded, “Woman, you have 
done well.  But now just bow down and let my grace do the rest.  For my yoke is 
easy and my burden is light and my grace endures forever.”
And so the woman learned mercy.
And with mercy she shared her love with every soul she passed.  Simple words 
of light she shared.  To the fallen souls of a forlorn generation.


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Woman in Black

You asked 
about the world, 
 I see it...
all these years, 
you don't know me 
I hold my tongue, 
afraid  
if  answered  
safe but not sound...

 My eyes, the world is 
 for good and evil. 

Without day, 
there is no night. 
Without hate, 
there is no love. 
Without a woman, 
there is no man. 
 it goes on and on 
while the world turns. 

The world, 
 makes me sad. 
 not proud to be an American 
 the Anti-Christ for a president. 
Damaged and lost. 
 not a big lover of mankind. 
prefer to be alone, 
but connection 
is important   
to feel alive, 
love is most.

 I am a loner 
People scare me. 
chaos, 
phoniness, bitterness, 
immorality, murder, 
hate, and unoriginality. 
savages running around 
wherever I turn. 
  true love? 
 so caught up 
...it disgusts me.   
I can't breathe. 
I can't hide. 
So much noise. 
So much sorrow 
Broken children, broken families. 
Broken hearts, broken spirits. 

Violins play 
all day long....
weeping for the world.......
I wear black...
 how I feel.

Of course, 
Love  
sees it all differently,  
God 
and many beautiful people out there 
 


 few and far between, 
 when I have the pleasure 
it's powerful 
Especially  
having that circle of
valuing my womanhood. 
I do in love. 
I do in true 
good, 
 the point of living  
 has touched me 
no words 
 have been close  
 He's close to me, 
calling me, 
wanting me 
like  once before. 
He is real. 
When I was close to Him, 
He painted a picture  
to uplift me. 
the moon. 
in awe . 
the beach 
on a full moon night, 
swimming 
in the black water with you. 
 sunsets. 
 animals. 
And babies. 
Nothing like the sight 
of a baby's smile, 
and the light 
Fresh, pure, 
and full of hope 
for the world.



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I'm A Phenomenal Woman

I'm a Phenomenal Woman



I know that being a woman is not so easy in a world of cold
Without not having someone or something to call your own,
But I'm a warm-blooded woman and that is who I am and always will be
I surely know in life there could bring on all the rains and pains
But at the end of night, all the light shines upon on me
For I feel like I'm a Phenomenal Woman and yes okay that's me.

Can you see the fire in my eyes that keep me walking and going?
That keeps me moving on and fighting for more and more of me,
If you take a deeper look into my large brownish eyes
You will see and find the very essence of the true story of me,
I'm thinking about all the times of those long lost love in the past,
I think about all those lonely and many thoughts of the good and the bad.

There were a great many long and endless of tiresome nights
I had stayed behind my walnut doors thinking about all those times,
While we sang and played all those musical tunes of blues, of blues
When we sat, gazed and were enchanted with each other with so much at ease,
Into our summer of loving as the trees were swaying about in the breeze
If only I could stop my heart from throbbing with so many intense feelings 
of loving you.

I'd never want for you to think of how and which is the right way
I am a voluptuous woman with so much passion and love to give,
Can you feel the swinging of my hips and waist, hips and waist?
I carry a tremendous amount of beauty in my heart and soul.
Can you envision the beauty upon my pretty face with ruby lipstick?
The joy in my heart and feet lets me know I have many places to go
And I can honestly say I have many places I've always wanted to see.

I know that being a woman is not so easy in a world of cold
Without not having someone or something to call your own
But I'm a warm-blooded woman and that is whom I am and always will be,
I surely know in life there could bring on all the rains and pains
But at the end of night all the light shines upon on me, on me
For I feel like I'm a Phenomenal Woman and yes okay that's me.


Written: 5/16/15
All rights reserved and copyrighted by and for
© Eve T. M. M.



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Gypsy Woman

Wondering where you are now Gypsy woman
Wondering if those dark eyes can cast a spell
Remembering those warm nights Gypsy woman
Living here without you sure is hell
I was just a young lad Gypsy woman
Met you on an island but couldn’t stay
In your eyes I could see the fire
Thinking about you still takes my breath away
At a local bar I received a warning
Be careful son, she’ll tear your world apart
When I sailed away, I remember looking for you
Before you left me, you stole away my heart
There’s not a night that I don’t dream about you
Or smell your scent in the summer breeze
Sometimes I just can’t bear to be without you
And wish I could sail back across those seas
Too many years have passed now Gypsy woman
But the fire still burns inside this lonely heart
Your smile still haunts my dreams yet Gypsy woman
I awake at night and feel my teardrops start
On the shoreline dreaming beyond the horizon
Wondering if we were blessed or if we sinned
Can you hear me when I call you Gypsy woman
Send a message that I love you on the wind.


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A Dignified Woman


She know that its all
good and her sexy is fine.
Can trap a man at the drop
of a hat so very real.
Straight out to kill
automatic love surrender.

By Kenneth D. Bolden


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The Manisfestation

If you believe,  that love is true , it will be  waiting there for you,
Then open wide your heart, inside there is love you've kept warm,
Heart to heart, and woman to man,
If you look at her from head to toe you will see,
The woman you made her to be,
She weathered the storm of envy
The rain has caused her grief,
Inside her heart, she believed the rain would end,
She clung to that hope,  but the world wanted more,
She was abrased by it's greed,
When you look into her eyes you will see,
The tears form, and she will cry,
She knows the beauty of  the love inside, it will manifest,
Then she will savor it's sweetness,
She's been showered many times,
She'll hear your voice hushed in the darkness,
She'll remember speaking softly in your ear,
She'll remember needing you close,
Giving her love to you was her choice,
Reach out and touch her hand, she'll need you to,
She'll grip your's tightly to let you know she approves,
Her pride will not stand in the way,
Like two children at love you'll play,
Her friendship was yours many days,
Then you'll place, your arm around her shoulder,
The many hours you shared in each others arms,
Were countless,  and then onward your arm falls to her waist,
If she lets your love inside you will place,
Your hand upon her head then the tears she's held inside you'll shed,
when they subside you'll be as humble as the lamb,
Your mouth will touch her mouth,
You  rescued her from the darkness,
And from the evils of a greater sin,
As love will know best, 
Your hand will explore her body,
For your heart wants to know,
That the jealousy of darkness has not, harmed what you intended to love,
You'll kiss her breast with warm sweet kisses,
Carnal knowledge will be warm, 
You'll touch where her love , and yours colide,
As you enter her body which is the temple,
Sacred for her man alone, 
your love will melt inside her,
As woman and a man you'll become as one...


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I Am A Woman

I am a woman
A mother, a daughter, a sister
Full of nurture, full of love
Keeping my faith, keeping my strength

I am a woman
A wife and a provider
I raise and love my children
I support and love my husband

My babies are my gifts
I'll protect them with my life
Trying not to show them wrong
Encouraging them to do right

I'll never leave you, can't be without you
My family is my life
How I would lose my mind
If I couldn't kiss them goodnight

I am a woman
My heart full of tender care
I'll lend a helping hand
With strangers I will stand

I am a woman
And my life is a story
The past is present and full of mistakes
Just trying to do my best, everyday

Do unto me as I do unto you
By showing your love faithfully
Don't hurt me cuz I won't hurt you
Just put your trust in me

I need you to be there
Like i'm there for you
I need you to show you care
Like I care for you

I am a woman
Show me some respect
I am your queen, and you my king
So get rid of the rest

I am a woman
Without me, there is no you
Treasure these precious words
Deep down you know it's true

Sisters hear me calling
You are a diamond in the rough
Don't let no one take your pride
Don't let no one set you up

Stand tall and stand proud
Let it all come out
Shout I am woman
Let it flow out your mouth