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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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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 -
retribution,
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,
unapologetic,
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,
Woman!

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

home.



*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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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Details | Free verse | |

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 pen.is -
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."


II.

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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UNSELFISH LOVE

I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.

She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.

But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.

Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.

Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."

She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.

I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.

I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.

Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.

Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.

Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma" ... ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!

1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest


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Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend


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A moment in time

A moment in time..

I saw you across the room the other day,
Much like another time when you held my gaze,
Pulling me in with one passing glance
Our longing eyes betraying thoughts, that this might be another chance
This is crazy I thought, we both surmised and laughed.
Looking away, looking back again, can anyone else see what’s going on?
This moment of desire shared between you and me,
Embracing the what ifs and what would be?
Two strangers living separate lives, intertwining paths in space and time
Connecting in ways we could not explain
The thought of one touch occupying all senses
Haunted by the what could have been
If I would have been, the one to say I do
We recently shared a moment in awkward conversation
Trying to be informal and coy,                                                                                           But what we really wanted was to
Wrestle with the deep mysteries of each other.   
The woman in you celebrating the man in me
The man in me praising the woman in you, the beauty of you
With your long hair and misty eyes, just something about the way
You look at me, makes my body leap inside, and weep at the same time.

Where were you from? What was your name?
The love from my youth is one and the same,
Has it been that long? Forbidden romance lost in memory
Something of a glimpse captured in remembrance,
Yes! You found me in my misery long ago
Wanting to love me out of a misguided childhood,
Only to be met with at the time, a beautiful mess
We shared intimate conversation, falling for one another
As words fell from our lips, an exchange of hopes and dreams
We fulfilled a need in one another, drying tears from each other’s eyes
For a season,
But momentum drove us on separate paths, on distant shores
I watched you fade away, like a fog across the bay.

Do I have regrets and will I have regrets?
Sure I do, and yes I will,
I didn’t have the words to tell you then, what pride refused to say,
That you meant more to me than handholds on a treacherous mountain,
That your tenderness broke through layers of bitterness left untouched,
And that now, like before you shake the foundations of my very being,
Only you have been able to reach me there.
Shall we embrace this forbidden love? Build a future out of broken lives?




You have yours and I have mine, what will become of us if we pursue?
Sometimes true love is never meant to be shared, if it decimates 
The only thing you know to be true, what is real and what is now
And the impact a dream can have.
So when I see you now, at least for the moment I can believe and know
Your okay and that life has treated you well and that you’re happy,
We can find peace in our circumstances, the way we found each other again.
And smile remembering that once we shared a moment in time..


Details | I do not know? | |

I've Scribbled This Song For You



I've Scribbled This Song For You...


I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...


now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,


la laa laa la laa laa laa...


(repeat to fade)


:-)


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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
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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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ONLY YOU

                                    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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Rhyme XOX

I just want my summertime
To be at a stand still.
Sometimes, when women cross my mind,
I'm not sure just what to feel.

I'd like to call her friend,
And I want us to mean something.
I can find several, yet in the end,
It seems like all I have is nothing.

So where is the evidence
That says I should move forward?
Show me a sign that's heaven sent;
A point I should move toward.



©2013 Honestly JT


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Have more respect for yourself

*READ ALL BEFORE COMMENTING*

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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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






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Warmth of Breeze

Imagine me as a book covered with dust,
A soul whose warmth for years remained untouched

Letters on every page were ill-defined, unclear
The essence was hidden in an ambiguous fear

Uninterested I was in the societal rigmarole,
Me and my outer self were at opposite poles

Quite hesitant I was to turn to the next page
As I knew it would amount only to stormy rage
Quite concerned I was for my future pages and me,
The so-called bright world appeared shadowy

And in this dusky weather, suddenly the air felt unusual
This didn’t happen in years, the matter truly seemed crucial

I bizarrely felt the warmth of cool welcoming zephyr
My pages drifted, smiled and glinted like a pearl

My dull existence got transfigured into a life full-of-beans
Personified I was into a woman of worth, a woman of means

And now after owning this bag full of happiness,
I started reading the letters carved on me,

This time they were decipherable and defined,
They managed to unite me, my heart and my mind.

I looked around, in quest of the soul who revived me
Who passed by me and set my tangled soul free

Seeing him was out of question, quite hazy he appeared to me,
I could only fantasize him as a cozy breeze over the sea

Now, this breeze could be felt only when you are around me
You…  only you and nothing beyond
You…  the only one to make my passion profound
You… in your absence too you could be felt around
You … the only one in whom I am found!


Details | I do not know? | |

Wrestling Verses


Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.


Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.


My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.


Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,

still,

my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch


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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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LOVE LESSONS

Child be mindful of life lessons taught
Love lessons a lifetime worth
Little eyes and mind patterning future choice
Compass of life formed
Mapping right or wrong from adult form

A father’s smile at a girl child’s stubbornness from birth
Wearing her coat all summer long
Papa I know it’s hot but Red Riding Hood wore her’s none stop
Memories of hours spent reading books together 
Endless question of a mind still growing
Lessons of patience, love and acceptance
Teaching his daughter what manhood consists of

Never a mother’s touch
No connection she was always distance
More of a taker never a giver
An out of town visit she was frustrated 
Wall and Child connected
Lessons of fear, anger, and non-forgiveness
Teaching her daughter mistrust of women

Adult woman accomplished woman 
Choosing the easier path, paper making
Afraid to bear fruit in case it’s sour
Forgetting that half of her was pure heaven
Instead focusing on that she devil’s evil 


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What is Woman

 Love is all I have to give.
Gentle describes my touch.
I will give you all that I have.
Though, I will never ask for much.

Peace is what I bring to your mind.
Hope is what I bring to your soul.
The words that I speak are poetic.
My words are worth more than gold.

God will bring us together.
Our bond will never be undone.
I will be there to help fight your battles;
Though the war may not have yet been won.

I have always been there for you.
Sometimes you let me pass you by.
I will still do all I can to make you happy.
I will console you when you need to cry.

You sometimes look me over.
Though, I will be who you turn to in the end.
I have come to this world in many forms.
I have been your mother, your sister, your friend.

So take this time to acknowledge me.
Give me the recognition I am due.
I am the embodiment of a woman.
A woman that has always been true.

Do not take my love for granted.
Do not toss me aside like a jacket that is worn.
Many of you have heard the saying;
“There is nothing like a woman scorned”.

My heart is a precious gift.
Do not give me pleasure, and then give me pain.
Do not disrespect my body.
Do not take my name in vain.

Please remember who I am.
Acknowledge who I will be in the end.
Know that someday with or without you.
I will be someone’s mother, sister or friend.


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Surrender

Sitting in this empty room
Looking at broken pictures of me and you
A broken life together
I always thought we’d make it forever

What has become of me?
I never ever thought I would be
One of those who were beaten down
One of those who didn’t make a sound

Silent when you pushed me around
Silent when you covered my mouth
Silent when you raised your hand
Silent when you gave your commands

But something deep within my soul
Tells me to rise up and take control
Take a hold of my lost self again
Knowing if I don’t this might be the very end

You will not break me down this way
You will not darken my coming days
I am stronger now you see
And I will never let you kill the beautiful soul inside me

I am someone who has a voice
I am a woman who can make my own choice
I don’t need permission to be free
Or to discover the real woman inside me

Discovering the strength and power within
To let the bright shining sun shine in
To let my heart feel free and bold
To let my soul escape your choking hold

I’ve come to realize just a few things
That my life is worth more than two gold rings
Sometimes it has to be that way
For me to take ME back and then for me to say…

I am a beautiful woman inside
I will never ever run away and hide
I will rise to the very top
I won’t quit and I won’t stop

There is nothing that I can’t do
There is nothing left for me and you
So now I surrender and just let go
I am special this I know…..


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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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Call Me Gonzo

For thoose of you who may not know.
Just call me gonzo I write the absurd for life is insane and sometimes 
it takes a madman to speak the truth so very clear.

I write for the broken vacant faces that have lost all hope.
To the dreamer who's well is slowley running dry from everyone
telling him to stop wasting his time.

I write like a endless highway fueled by whiskey and wild women 
every adventure leads to pain but life is pain and i love in spite of it.

I thirst for every unseen mile the desert my brother it's people dwell
in the spirt of the west the opium parlors and brothels spirt still linger.
I write with a hint of danger and a promise of disaster.

Im a blues player whos trying to out run the devil.
Im a outlaw riding to cross the border a woman looking to the 
empty range for my return.

I write because I breath in a world were the creative air has gone 
stale.
The bottle sits apon table and I welcome any strangers company
I just rather that stranger be a warm woman instead of a 
unfriendly amigo who is a little jelouse.

Write to be more than just part of the highways landscape.
Some may call me crude crazy insane some even vulgar and 
liar and thief.
But aside from thoose compliments.
No matter what you may call me.
Dont ever forget to just call me gonzo.


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death of a cat

the season I turned eleven
was the season that I died
there'd been blood betrayal and famine
and I thought I had survived

my neighbor killed my kitten
and for that I could not cry
my mother went to handle it
told me to stay inside

i sat poised in an armchair
trying to calm my mother down
while I could feel nothing
we knew she'd made him drown

the woman was a laundress
washed other people's clothes
didn't like the stink of pig sties
it offended her frail nose

the wash-board on the right side
where the pigs did have their homes
was the one she always gave me
like the left one was her own.

only when a pig was hanging
would she demand to trade
i'd wash next to a hog's corpse
a choice could not be made.

then one day I got angry
and I dared to move her clothes
i moved them to the right side
as the rage inside me rose

the woman tapped my window
and said your cat is dead
it was two days before Christmas
she roused me from my bed

there was display of feeling
tears could not be be shed

gray fades to black
hello sadness my old friend


                                                     12/11/06



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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 nourish...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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Our Daughter - Woman Extraordinary

From the moment You were born
We knew You were Special
Just had that Special Spark For Life
Daughter


You strove to be better than Your peers
From the earliest ages
You always learned from others mistakes
So You wouldn't have to go through the same ones too
Our Daughter - Woman Extraordinary

You're always trying to better Yourself
I'm sure You'll Succeed
In all of Your Endeavors
You've accomplished much more in Life
Than I ever saw for Myself
A Musician, Writer, Accountant and Wife
Our Daughter - Woman Extra Ordinar'
                   God Bless


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WHY DONT YOU FIGHT ME

I know your temper flares
every time she gets you mad
You turn around and hit her
and I see her looking sad
 
I hear the yells and the screams
man why don't you just chill
She is your woman that you love
not someone that you wanna kill
 
She is the mother of your child
why do you treat her this way
She does what you tell her to do
and look at the price she pays
 
You get angry for no reason
you begin to break things
Call her names that she isn't
after she does everything
 
You use her as a punching bag
you don't care about her pain
She struggles all the time
and she goes insane
 
When I look at her
I see nothing but beauty
You say you are a man
why don't you fight me
 
She cries for you to stop
but you don't want to back down
You keep on beating on her
till she falls to the ground
 
She begs for forgiveness 
but that doesn't phase you
You continue to hurt her
till she's black and blue
 
I feel her pain every time I see her
and there isn't much I can do
But the love that I have for her
is more then true
 
I hear her tears and sense her pain
cant you be a man and let her be
Better yet step in my direction
why don't you fight me
 
Stop making her cry 
stop making her hurt
Leave her in peace
stop being a jerk
 
If you want to be a punk
and try to show your ass
Leave the woman alone
you have no class
 
Let her be and leave her alone
let her live in peace
She deserves better then you
she deserves to be pleased
 
But don't ever lay another hand on her
have some dignity
why don't you come in my direction
why don't you fight me


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Trying Times

Trying Times

Can I maintain this life
Without begging Christ 
To save me 
From the life he gave me 
Can I walk to the plot
To where lays my father death spot
And stand over his grave 
His life is with me acknowledgement
I’m is daughter but I wasn’t with him his last dying days
Tears seem to not fall from my eyes 
Because I know emotion will not grow him back 
And the last words that utter from my mouth will be with me until the day that I’m 
dead they are now un-depart able bitter words that has now been said

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me 

I dream of some better days 
As a young child proven educate with good grades
Wanted to be a woman at a young age 
Started working on my life 
Tried to blackout every thing in my life that went wrong 
Even as a minor I promise god that all my struggling was going to  make me 
strong
But lost in the mine set that I had no one to carry with me 
Turn my back on the people that had given me life 
Told  them I didn’t need them so forget their advice 
I broke them down to the same feeling that rooted  bitterness 
Spoke for me took hostage over my pride 
But each heart beat I wanted I wanted them to reach for me because all I wanted 
was to be their child 

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying times he’s given me trying times is in me 

Fast I was moving 
Tried I was getting 
Still I wasn’t not going to stop 
Because I  will never give up 
I instill in myself as long as I don’t misused my body and educate my mine 
There was nothing that could harm me Nothing
Suddenly  everything that  I was reaching for turn around and ran from me
And for the first time in my life I wanted good to save me 
I barely stop myself from falling to my knees begging him to free me 
For now I could see 
My daddy deceased 
My mother sickly 
And soon I will be a woman 
For I will be no ones child 
I feel as if I’m not ready 

They say Gods give you nothing you cant bare
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me






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Beauty

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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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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RIP Virginity

Dear Sir,my innocence is gone now, no more fear ,
Do you love to **** me again, I am always here.
I wonder when you taught me how to use a pen,
I was so into you but my ****** was in pain !
I was crying, i was too immature to understand
I was turning only 13, I couldn't feel what happened.
but I promise I never forget what you taught me at the end.
I begged you to stop and I looked into your eyes,
there was a reflection of a cruel world,that what I deserved!
Don't be afraid, mommy never knows what you did,
Nobody knows that you made me bleed.
Dear sir,my innocence is gone with all my tears,
as I had no safe place to hide myself from fears.
Nobody saw anything as your world was blind!
having hidden hatred inside,a virgin died.
Dear sir, time cannot erase your memories,
time doesn't heal all wounds,that you marked,
yes,you took my innocence that will be always on my mind.


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Let Him Go

This poem I wrote. I call it " Let Him Go "

Sweetheart don't cry
Don't let him make you feel like your nothing
You do have family even though we are not close by
I know your heart is crushing
Don't harp on the past
Don't let him play with your head
You need to get over him fast
His feelings for you are dead
Over 2 years and you still don't have a ring
Your not the one he calls his wifey to be no more
Take a seat and listen up girl here is the thing
He's playing with your feelings and using you like a two dollar whore
I know you were smart once and can be again
He has you so brain washed it's not funny
I know hearing all this is a strain
Think of the example your setting for you little ones honey
Hold your head high and walk away from that loser mama's boy 
Show him that your the one that is too good for his sorry ass
Hell he's such a mama's boy you can find better pleasure in a toy
Your related to me so come on show your sass 
Let go of the past and look to a new future
Let go of the pain and the control freak
Say bye bye Looser
It will get easier one step at a time week by week......


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Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.


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My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


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She will not be like you

Yeah true she might not be flesh of my flesh or a product of my seed, i may not have carried her in my womb for 9 months but that don't mean I didn't succeed. because  u will never be more of a mother than I've proven to be. U will never fill my shoes or be able to
 Walk the path that I lead. She means more to me then u ever would she will be more of a woman then u ever could. Although we will never have the same blood run through our veins or the same letters spell out our last name, that doesnt make me any less relevant, matter fact just the opposite because that makes me even more prevalent. The fact that I could take on this child with nothing handed to me but a barely empty baby bag but i did it all not for u but because I could never deny a childs innocence because of your stupidness, or neglect a childs needs, the needs that u never could even see. She too nieve to have been brought up any other way then protected and loved and i refused to have her stay wit u and suffer because u didn't have your head right too preoccupied with u and your loser mans life that u didn't appreciate the gift that god gave u in order to change,  u threw away the only life line that could ever save your name. If you had done right by her u could of claimed that title  but because the worlds drugs and games got the best of u, u will never be entitled. u will never have any rights u will never hurt this child. Because I would die before Id ever let your influence turn her in to a abuser a loser a liar, before she will ever be a whore a freak before u will ever bring her into a world of prostitution and cheats she will never follow in your steps and be so lazy, so your words on me as a person will never faze me cuz I know what I've done I've seen what she came from and I guareentee her life will be a clean one. You will have no part in having her follow in your footsteps by being used and abused by the same type of worthless men that you've fall victim to. Cuz u chose to repeatedly lay on your back and give all the power to a man, rather then have a spine that was worthy to defend. She will never succumb to the same objects of your defeat. She is worthy of so much more than u ever will be. And that's only because she learned how to be a woman from me! U will never be worthy of calling yourself a mother to the smart independent and strong woman, that she will some day grow to be because I take responsibility for that and I only have wishes that she is not like....but yet better than even me. That she never have any needs that she'd have to rely on any one else for, she will never live off the system in order to pay her bills because she will be a well developed perfectly capable and functioning woman living by her own means making her own rules. Cuz I made it all possible I've given her the tools to be able to go out in the world and succeed and never be used, know that she will surpass every bad decision u chose to do. Because after all her real mama didn't raise no fool!


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This Day

This is a day that I could have really done without,
Saying you love me and do this to me hurts no doubt.
   Day  after day I pray that you will please stop,
What pain you've caused me has taken all I've got .
   I love you and adore you but it seems not to matter,
Still you continue to hurt me leaving my heart shattered.
   You come to me with words I have only  dreamed ,
But what they were meant for was to hurt me it seems .
    Never  have I seen a woman with so much hate ,
Taking revenge on me by disrespecting me till it hurts.
    True I have  waivered with my troubles with trust,
The one thing thats important and this is a must.
     There are no more words or sayings that will ever work,
I have tried everything  I know giving it all that its worth .     
     To the day I die I will never understand why ,
The woman I love does everything to make me cry .
     So this my dream to be forever with you ,
Is only nightmares for me  and dying is all I can do.
     This a day I surely could do without.
TAC


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The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




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A Woman's Worth

A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears


Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
She works
She cleans
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
The house 
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth 
I’m giving you


Despite of all the stress 
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman 
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.


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A Strong Woman

A strong woman doesn’t have to have the body that only society wants.
A strong woman doesn’t have to run a marathon.
A strong woman doesn’t have to wear a size zero.
A strong woman doesn’t have to have marvelous muscular masculine legs.
A strong woman doesn’t have to bike up a mountain.
A strong woman doesn’t have to work out for hours to make her tough.

A strong woman has the look of confidence written across her face.
A strong woman still stands tall when she is full of sorrow.
A strong woman does everything at a steady pace.
A strong woman won’t be afraid.
A strong woman keeps her head held high.
A strong wouldn’t care about what she weighed.
A strong woman never gives up.
A strong woman through hard times.
A strong woman is always tough.

Working long hours to make money,
She still makes time to ask,
“How was your day, honey?”
Instead of having a tall, strong stance,
She goes crazy
And she does the Carlton Dance.

She will turn your frown
Upside down.
She will always be there to help you-
For everything you go through.
She will have that shoulder to cry on.
Always- dusk until dawn.

She gives you the clothes on your back.
She gives you the food in your stomach.
She gives you the shelter above your head.
Even when she’s hanging by a thread.

You may say your super-hero is Spiderman…
Batman…
Or Superman…
But my hero is my mom…
Because my mom is a strong woman.


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Earth Day

Earth Day
A mighty soul squeezes into a body.
For the first time or the 10,000st – no matter – 
It’s humbling, so   h u m a n.
Learning to use this magnificent vessel, we know nothing.
What is this thing: “Language”?
We crap our pants.
We forgot almost everything and keep forgetting the rest.
Everything NEW seems REAL.
It will take much work or the Grace of God to perceive the truth again,
Amidst all this fascinating stuff.

Feelings – a packaged deal with the body.
(Much like the Monsanto protection clause in the bill to save the country from bankruptcy)
We are addicted to them (the feelings and Monsanto)
Yet too scared to allow the full range of what is labeled “good” to “bad”.
We spend most of our lives frantically avoiding anything that feels uncomfortable.
Don’t you see: it gives that particular feeling more reality than it deserves!

On the way home listening to the drum and a deeply melodic, sensuous voice,
The old woman in a willowy, wrinkly, white body (www.com) rocks out.
The music is intoxicating.
The older she gets, the more human she becomes.
Youth’s nature is to be perfect.
But after almost 60 years of living, she begins to own and honor the imperfection.
Everything is there. Love, compassion and kindness, 
As well as judgment, self-centeredness and even cruelty.

The Earth is completing another turn around itself,
Whirling around a star as they are being hurled farther “into” or “out of” the Universe?
The color is fading out of the landscape.
Sucked into the sky as blues, purples, reds and gold.
Only to be reborn tomorrow in the luminescent light of the dawn.


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True Valentine

True Valentine
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A lost woman the mirror reflects
Young; and it’s apparent
I can see it in her eyes
No focus and childbearing
Just ass, legs, and thighs in mind
No marriage

If she knew better
Learned better; and
Wanted better,
He would show her a better way of living
Instead of dealing with cowards
Seek a man with moral and merit
He’s stealing your joy
He’s bringing you pain
Removing your youth
He’s playing games

The truth at heart is
Reality should be your first thought
Loneliness is not your fault
It’s a part of life for most
Don’t let it destroy your values 
Just wait,
You’ll find a true love to treasure you.


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When a man loves a woman

When a man loves a woman..

He listens to how she’s feeling more than what she’s saying,
He will put her needs and desires before his own,
He will let her into his heart, and work to get into hers,
He will reinforce her as a woman, build her up, and encourage her to take risks, 
She will know he always has her best interests in mind,
She will be confident in her endeavors knowing she’s supported and loved,
Her beauty and desire will never be a question, in her own mind,
Because her beauty and desire will always be mentioned and nurtured,
She will know the relationship is worth more that the conflict,
She will know she’s cherished, because she feels cherished in the comfort of his arms,
He will make her a priority in life,
He will be inclusive and inviting
She will be able to trust him with her most intimate thoughts,
And know it will never be used against her,
She will feel free to express herself and be vulnerable with him
He will kiss her with all the passion of the first time,
He will do all this and more, 
Even when the color has faded from their very first photograph,
He will do this and more because he loves his woman.


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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...


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Soul Sisters

Such an Amazing girl god put into my life.

He knew i needed you at that exact time

Funny when we met I thought you were to good for me

But when you approached me the sweetest girl I did meet.

From that day on we have never truly been apart cause I

carry you around everywhere in my heart. You have been the

rock when I needed a friend around, you have been the light

when the darkness consumed me and took away my sunshine

Even when were miles apart the phone connects us and keeps

our strongest bond. 17 years feels like such a short time but

I feel I have always had you in my life. Soul Sisters we were

meant to be.. You my beloved friend are such a fresh breeze

Even after a year apart it was like yesterday that we did part

so through the many miles and through the long hard road

I know this friendship will always survive. Your a burst of joy

to me each day I thank the Lord for the sweet blessing he gave!

BY:Christina McCullouch

7/28/2012


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For Always

Every moment I can't see your face;
These are the days and nights when I miss you.
I ask that you stay for always,
On sunny days and when it rains too.

If I speak to another pretty dame,
She's not the flame inside that grows.
In my heart you will remain;
This one thing I'd like you to know.



©2013 Honestly JT
For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


Details | Rhyme | |

STASHING CASH 2

Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

Money on my mind like bread on a sandwich

I run the city, they're the lights, I'm the switch

I stand for what's mine, never see me slip and fall

I'm runnin' the race, you're a baby with a slow crawl

My cash stay on point, like a sharpened pencil

Try 'n' copy my style, you gon' need mo' than a stencil

I don't be's in the trap, buy my workers put-in overtime

Feds can't catch me, never see me committin' crime

That's why from time to time I shoot 'em a raise

And tell 'em to stash cash for those rainy days

If money talk, then there's nothing to say

If B.S walk, none of ya' fools can stay

My money talkin' for me, betta' yet, it's in a conversation

Ya' look like money; make money, nice observation

They say the love of money's the root of all evil

So how much money will it take to really love people


Details | Couplet | |

Lessons Learned

My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened a thread
Old Mrs. Murphy, ninety and living all alone
That she was a witch was really well known
I pulled the string and the knocker did bang
Then over the garden wall lithely I sprang
When the old woman limped to the door
Finding nobody there she ranted and swore
Again and again I pulled that on the thread
As over and over tears of laughter I shed

Then the moon clouded and all turned dark
A cold hand of fear icily fingered my heart
A voice rasped lowly filling me with dread 
‘I’ve got you now and soon you’ll be dead’
I was then dragged to Mrs. Murphy’s door
Feeling more terrified than ever before
The door was opened I was pushed inside
Nowhere I could run nowhere I could hide
There in the kitchen the old woman sat
Black cloak and hair, black teeth and hat
Our neighbour then sat me down on a chair
The witch held me still with malevolent stare
Pointing long sharp nailed finger I felt the spell
As she spoke of hot flames and rotting in hell

I promised to be good and meant it sincerely
I’ve been good ever since, well almost, nearly


(5th in contest,’Childhood memories’ by Crystal Wilkins)


Details | Narrative | |

Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Rhyme | |

STASHING CASH 1

Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

My Green could fill-up a Bay, need a few Packers

Haters look, fold and crumble like Ritz-crackers

Money comes and goes, but you know mine stays

Like a well-trained dog, sometimes it even lays

Money brings power, respect, gotta' have the jewels

Call me a handy-man, I stay with my tools

I know it sounds messed-up, but it's money-over-everything

My weight's been up, you just started like a flower in spring

My money keeps flippin', like some Burgers on a grill

Money on me heavy, like a work-out, makes me sweat fo'real

Active, got a million hustles, I'm motivated and dedicated

Call me and money happily married, we can't be separated

Not talking movies, but I bet you ain't seen this in a while

My money's long, go 'head, call it the green mile

Long as I'm stashing cash, I'll always come out on top

Like a junkie smokin' dope, me making money won't stop


Details | Sapphic stanza | |

Impatient Lover



                                          IMPATIENT LOVER

                                    Rise up my love from rowdy camaraderie of friends
                                    longing am I for your rich
                                                                            Embrace 
                                    Following the shepherd’s path
                                                                            I pause.

                                   Humming the tune of the morning dove who
                                       Celebrates the creation that is your
                                                                    Beloved smile.

                                        Scented with honeysuckle is my hair
                                     glistening in harmony with the almond 
                                        oil anointed on my skin.

                                      Leave me here alone no more.
                                      Cold grows the night, my love.
                           Howling are the wolves, scratching at the door.
                                 Join me in our moonlit home that crowns the hills.

                            Whistle, alert your lean strong hounds.
                           Bounding they will follow you home
                                Encircling us in safety for this
                                      our night of perpetual joy
                          where, as pups bay moon-dazzled,
                                   Together we will dream

                            
                          With you each breath blossoms--exhaling date sweet joy,
                            Rise up to meet my craving,
                                 Forget the servant standing silent at the door--                                     
                                                     linger but a moment--
                          Thrilled and a-tingling 
                           I await our heaven-passioned joy.

                                     Entrapped forever by the breezes
                                                 good and ill     
                              Dancing in ecstasy we are feathers on the wind.

                                Twirling in sync as 
                                  each precious breath
                                      magnifies delight.


V Anderson-Throop 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Daybreak

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


Details | Couplet | |

Dear Rapunzel

It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.

It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.

It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.

Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.

Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.

They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.

Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.

Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.


Details | Pantoum | |

Woman on my Bed

She lays sprawled out on my bed, scantly clothed What she does wear is very revealing There’s not a part of her that can be loathed I loved looking at her, surely seeing What she does wear is very revealing She lays in a provocative manner I loved looking at her, surely seeing My eyes are open, she then seems wilder She lays in a provocative manner With a large crooked grin, leading me on My eyes are open, she then seems wilder Passion is high, we will mate until dawn With a large crooked grin, leading me on She motions for me to get into bed Passion is high, we will mate until dawn There’s not a thing I’d rather do instead She motions for me to get into bed We hold each other close, being as one There’s not a thing I’d rather do instead She lovingly touches my forehead some We hold each other close, being as one There’s not a part of her that can be loathed She lovingly touches my forehead some She lays sprawled out on my bed, scantly clothed
Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Rising From The Ashes

There’s a Child in every Woman that emerges now and then
Together they reverse Time from Now to Way Back When
The Child and Woman search for the Child’s place in Time
When the Child not yet a Woman lived a life that didn’t rhyme
Childhood barely started, cruelly faulted, abruptly halted
Childhood denied, deprived and criminally assaulted.
A lonely, battered Child, isolated in her fears
Crying only inner tears during those long and joyless years
The Child’s life fragmented and became emotionally forlorn
Influencing the Woman as she was later being formed.

Time heals all wounds it is written and said
But memories are forever despite what’s heard or read
Painful memories surface without reason or design
Like road signs in reverse as the Child’s life unwinds
Memories take root as the Child takes on grime
A Child abused and stained
An Innocent, cruelly used and shamed.

The Child (now Woman) affirm each other’s core
Bringing healing closer to forever, seeking forevermore
Can a life so tainted, incinerated and deprived
Rise from the ashes to acquire the value to revive?
First Child, then Woman were determined to survive
Forgiveness shared the path they tread to keep themselves alive
Life shouldn’t focus on evil, they learned, or on whom to blame
Life isn’t to squander as if playing a meaningless game
Do not feel pity for that Child or the Woman she became
Celebrate instead their survival as they celebrate the same.



Details | Ballad | |

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Wrinkles

Wrinkle, wrinkle on my face…

Couldn't you have found some other place ?

What made you furrow between my eyes ?

And all those creams, they are nothing but lies….

When I look in the mirror, all I can see…

Is a silver haired person staring back at me….

Then there are the lines , which run down the sides of my nose…

Running in circles, round my lips, down my neck and into my clothes….

Speaking of clothes , isn’t that where the wrinkles should be ?

Is nature playing a trick on me ?

Or is this a sign “ old “ is sneaking up on me ?

It seems only yesterday I was a young girl .. and had my whole life ahead of me…

So simple..so free……

Which don’t take me wrong I have enjoyed my life’s ride…

And there isn’t much in my life, I haven’t tried….

But it should would be nice if I could just see…

Myself with one less wrinkle…when I looked back at me…..


Details | Rhyme | |

Supernova

Last night I did pray,
Hoping to see your face again.
This prayer was answered, I'd say,
When through the door you walked in.

Earth seemingly starts to vanish,
When I look upon your face.
As if I stand on some other planet,
And you are my world in outer space.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Rhyme | |

Human or Humane

Human or Humane – Zamreen Zarook
 
The precious creature of the divine lord,
One differ from other as the playings of harpsichord,
Every single was a pass chord,
So as to go for their fatal reward.

Muscular system is a part,
Nervous system is an art,
Skeleton system is again a handcraft,
Things matters on the beauty of the heart.

Showing kindness and sympathy,
You become a man of empathy,
This leads to be healthy and wealthy,
Where as it makes your life lengthy.

Dummy body is human,
Love and kindness within it is the humane,
decide and alter your membrane,
Before you reach the torture of the hurricane.


Details | Lyric | |

My Message To You

Before I lay me down tonight,
There's something I'd like to say.
I hope these words come out right,
And my message as bright as day.

I know you really did feel love's light,
And I apologize with this poem I write.

So it's best if I take flight,
Far from your heart and go away.
If I'm unforgiven, it's alright;
I pray you find hope instead of dismay.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | ABC | |

I Am Who I Am

Its bad enough that everyday I walk down memory lane, &&' It really puts me in alot of pain. I've been doing the best that I can, but I am who I am. I'm getting tired of everyones exspectations, people always pulling me in different directions. Even when I'm falling down, people still push me on the ground. I'm gonna keep trying, no more lying. No more games, done mentioning names. Being two-faced isn't cool, it just makes you look like a fool. I'm never looking back, that life was wack. I'm done trying to make everyone happy, when they treat me so crappy. I may not have alot of friends, in the end, but atleast I don't have to pretend. I'm gonna be true, with or without you. You'll see, I'm done letting people get to me.


Details | Free verse | |

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!”


Details | Senryu | |

The Temptress

forbidden fruit
sinfully delicious
tempting many a fool


Details | Couplet | |

Hugs That We Once Shared

Hugs that we once shared, lasted just a glimpse in time
If only I could read her mind, and imagine what I'd find

Would I find a woman of truth, or a woman of trust
Or a woman with a mind, whose mind has turned to rust

To drift into another's world, and promise them the earth
Hugs that we once shared, does it really make them worth

They only lasted a glimpse of time, happened they never should
If I could turn back time, your damn right I would


*~*





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php


Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


Details | Tanka | |

Awesome Nudity

Completely naked Except for her blue high heels Walks with lots of pride Her slender form is shown off By her awesome nudity
Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Will You Travel With Me To Heaven PART THREE

Imagine a king who has many
Servants staying at his palace
It would make no sense at all if those
Servants do not fulfill their purpose


Those servants were ordered to work
And to respect that king at all times
While the king gives them a place to stay
They should always make his palace shine


Any slave who does not work may
Eventually be kicked out soon
Any slave who works improperly
May likewise end up without a room


That king has a right to command
His slaves to sing lovely songs of him
To choose the number of times to wash
A staircase, because he is 'king'


That king has a right to command his
Slaves to do well to his family
To treat his close friends with respect
And welcome his guests cheerfully


To tell them not to touch this and that
To disallow them from certain rooms
To do what he commands them to do
As he is the owner who rules


So when Allah gives a command
A command that must be obeyed
You must obey Allah's Commandments
Or else you might get yourself astray


So if Allah commands you to pray
To Him, five prayers everyday
Don't ask 'why? ' Don't ask 'why five salahs? '
Just listen to God, and obey


God lets you walk on the earth He made
God gives you fresh air for you to breathe
God keeps the clouds above you floating
And gives you drink and food to eat


God gave you a brain with which to think
And still you ask 'why should you pray? '
We pray to Allah, the Mighty King
Who lets us live each night and day


When you're awake, when you're asleep
The air you breathe each night and day
What you inhale and what you exhale
Are some things from God which you don't pay


The ability to taste is a
Gift from God which many just ignore
Imagine if you could not taste the
Food you eat, eating would be a bore


You eat fruits and vegetables that God
Created, from plants that Allah made
You drink water which belongs to God
And yet you ask 'why must we pray? '

--->PART FOUR


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Sonnet | |

More Than Just Words: Repost

                                        I'm tired of you becoming just words,
                                         On every page when I write at night.
                                           I saw you as a pretty face at first;
                                         I wouldn't mind if my ink pen dried.

                                       I say it because you're a human being;
                                           These situations are not my type.
                                       I want "I love you" to mean something,
                                             And you stay right by my side.

                                              Honestly, when I write poetry,
                              The feeling is unconfirmed, undecided, undefined.
                                               You are worth more to me
                                     Than words written down on every line.

                                          I'd prefer to have you in my arms;
                                        Paper and pen will not tear us apart.


                                                

                                                   ©2013 Honestly JT
                               For P.D.' s "Any Poem Goes #6" Poetry Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

I Want

I want to sing you
I want to write you
I want to watch you
And describe you

I would like to compose you
You, my ninth symphony
To put you on a stave
To play your melody

I want to sculpt you
Without engraving too much
Hardly anything to change
Some details to fix

I want to photograph you
Under different lights
To whip with the flash
All those artifices that are hiding you

I want to break your records
Go through your body's limits
Jump higher, run further
When man an athlete is one

I could go on with other arts
But none of them seem good enough to define you
So I'll go on in which my words are the finest
For you, I'll never stop writing


Details | Free verse | |

Lake Bed Refractions

Others think my hair
      wild,            untamed, 
             needing a coif
when all about me the wind
       rustles 
              through the fallen leaves…
red on gold, 
               stamped brown, 
                                         ethereal...
substance once there, 
                                         gone
like soup 
                           cooked for hours
to fight the chill, 
                       tang of parsnip…
that’s the visible crop, 
                                   bushy froth
while beneath soil,               
                              fight
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
                       prepped 
                                     pampered
soul is emptied
                    scraped down to metal
my hair  
                        unwound into myself 
              swelling 
                        as if a clogged pore 
and I’m wondering...
                   is there is any
                         who know 
how I look 
                                          undressed.


Details | Lyric | |

Summertime Re-Lyric

Summertime…and the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
Your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush, pretty baby…you got no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ve got your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town are at your beck and call.

Summertime…and the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when your Summer’s  done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you sit and wonder
How you've come so far, but have no love at all.

Yes, Summertime…and the livin’ was so easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 


Details | Alliteration | |

I am a woman, not a woe-man

I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too

I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too, 
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too

I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too, 
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted

I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!


Details | Romanticism | |

To Be Apart

Her smile always greets me
As I close my eyes each night
The love in her voice is comforting
With passion, she's burning so bright

A sparkle in her eyes
And a fire in her heart
Let's spend together our lives
Couldn't stand To Be Apart

To Be Apart would destroy me 
Reduce me to the tears
Without her right beside me
All throughout the years

I don't know what I'd do
If I ever had to restart
And oh how much I'd lose
If we were To Be Apart

The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen
With every desirable too
She was everything to me
When we're apart, oh what will I do?


Details | Rhyme | |

I Live On Love

My pockets are empty    The cupboards are bare    No problem for me    Never give it a care    No need for food    No use for money    No dark clouds    For me always sunny    Our first moment    Was a sudden glance    From across the room    I asked you to dance    We danced on and on    All through the night    In my arms    Till the morning light    Been dreaming of you    All my life    MY destiny, My fate, My love    Will you be my wife    Sorry  I have a man    Waiting for me    You and I    Were not meant to be    For the last ten years Of my life    Can`t change the fact    I`m his wife    Her eyes said yes    A voice said no    It`s getting late    I have to go    Been waiting for her    A thousand years     Left my arms Covered with tears    Our night together     Changed my life    No other woman    Will ever be my wife    I look for you    Wherever I go    The woman I love    That told me no    I`m a fool in love    A victim of fate    Our dance together    Ten years too late    All the lonely hearts    Cry out to me    Never love a woman    That was not meant to be    Have not danced    Since that night    Only with you    Does everything feel right    I`ve prayed to God    A voice on deaf ears    No answer to my pleas    Been waiting for years    Alone for a lifetime    My choice to be    Hoping one day    It would be you with me    The world has passed me bye    I`m at the end of my life    Never will I be able to say    Thank you for being my wife     I`m a fool in love    A victim of fate    Our dance together     A lifetime too late


Details | Free verse | |

Ever

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, 
Ever.

Written September 9, 2012
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest
“Stand”




Details | I do not know? | |

The Traveller's Unclaimed Land

He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!


Details | Rhyme | |

Resurrection

                                            How can I say what I should,
                                        To let you know that I feel this way.
                                            I just need to be understood,
                                          And prove that love is on display.

                                               I'm really the type of guy 
                                            That has a desire to be there.
                                       Another woman has caught my eye,
                                        And I think she knows that I care.




                                                    ©2013 Honestly JT
                                     
                                                          


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Lyric | |

She is a bitter woman

She is inconsolable, she is never understanding. 
She can slap you without a touch, she is a bitter woman!
She doesn't see beyond her rage, she never knows when to stop. 
She is out of control, she is a bitter woman!
Everything she thinks is negative, everything she knows is rage. 
She blames everything on her unhappiness, she is a bitter woman!
Even when things should be good, her anger keeps her mad. 
She raises a hand to god but the ugly he can not look beyond!
Her reasoning to her madness, is the man who did her wrong. 
Now he's moved on and her fury has caused the children to be involved!
The past she can't look beyond, it will carry her down. 
What she needs to realize its that he will always be around!
She is a bitter woman and this may never change, it's been her way of life to control and rearrange. 
If a bitter woman can learn to let go and forgive, her life would be rewarded with her own life to live!


Details | Rhyme | |

The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


Details | Romanticism | |

The Beautiful Woman

Beautiful women stridding along
beach front properties
after the cruel april showers have rolled through
damaging and overflooding the hanging geraniums,
and the despise of jealous boys
rolling through hemlock, with trousers stained with sand,
they gaze like dogs looking at a juicy bone,
at the beautiful women, all of them walking hand and hand
singing songs of love, as hummingbirds and nightingales
soar high over their heads, keeping them all company,
all singing songs of love.

Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
there you'll find me hinding, waiting
for my beautiful women that spare no glance,
but a quick of a hand I am allowed.
Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
pick the red roses that bloom,
and leave the blue violets for the dead.

See the beautiful women, as the jealous boys huddle around me,
we gaze at their beauty and hold our breath,
till they start laughing.
They drink tea, read novels and talk about everything
that matters to naive girls' mind.
We listen and hear their secrets, some horrid
and some unbearable to listen too.

Go now, young boys and stride on
go to the beach front properties
in your straw hats and sandstained trousers
and call unto me, when the beautiful women
come once again striding along.

One beautiful woman I gaze upon
blonde hair, blue eyes
the sweetest of arian races
she wears her flannel, spring dress,
and cottonswab blouse,
she turns to me, hiding in the rose peaker bushes,
she looks at me and smiles.
I hide my emotion and I leave the garden of beauty,
to stride for another day.
To see the young, beautiful girls,
to see that one, that is not hard to spot
the one, like the first rose to bloom
she is not hard to spot.

One day, as I sit in the garden of beauty,
my courage will reign over me
and I shall present myself to her grace
and glorious beauty.
Go now my dear, go now, go to the garden of beauty,
and share your stories and drink your tea in peace;
Pick the ruby roses, but leave the blue violets for the dead,
for I am safe and I am just around the corner.


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Ballad | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

PLAYER 2

I spit game proper, like a pro-batter, I got the right stroke
I work deals, like it's Black-Friday, I'm far from broke
I can't help but make the girl proud and gay
Want some of my time, like takes, you too gotta' pay

Like a hole, she do nothing but dig me

I'm like Kurmit the frog, she's miss Piggy

She can't leave me alone, like a mother to an infant

Like soft soil, I step in her life, leave an imprint

I handle her with care, like a fragile antique plate

When she express her feelings, I pretend I can relate

Never catch me cheatin', I'm a true player

I run her, if she's a city, I'm the mayor

Your chick left with me, not coming back--runaway

You ain't do her right, I took her in like a stray

Chicks throwin' me that pussy-cat, do I look like a vet?

They call me Super-soaker, the way I get 'em wet

My damsels come in pairs, like a set of earings

I don't put up with their problems,

I ain't a Judge handling hearings

Want your chick back, take her, can't get a receipt

Funny, how I got you off rhythm, moving to my beat


Details | Clerihew | |

My constant mirror

My constant mirror from heaven, 
On earth and in the sea,
Only you can be;
But can you see yourself in my poetry? 


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Rhyme | |

Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they’ll be a “better person.” They want them to hear about God. And listen to the “Sunday lesson.” They often tell the children to listen and obey God’s ways. But you’ll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They’re “too busy” to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don’t want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a “moral direction.” Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won’t you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It’s Christ’ desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There’s just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart’s door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11


Details | Narrative | |

Letter to taeljejohn

uncomfortableness, and hesitation arose that you might reassess a possibility for friendship or.... whatever with me.

A disappointment set in place in the event that based on some facet of my being (inexplicable flaws within this corporeal human male), forecast that an about face (booked on charges inherent in this googly eyed, earth-linked, kool hotmail of a yahoo) would be un liked!

Juno what i mean? 

In retrospect, no matter that this average boyish chap desires enjoyment, he admits that ordinary punctuating various stages of development difficulty coping found him msn (miss sin, missin, missing, et cetera) on ordinary interpersonal experiences!

No matter yours truly usually finds me each morning, noon or night conjuring up maximizing temporary residence on this planet earth versus bemoaning those futile and essentially counterproductive mind games sans could a, might a, should a, would a...

today = the moment to cherish, enjoy, help others, ponder the remaining years
since fruitless to expend tears
for suppressed emotional, financial, grammatical, hormonal, physical, and spiritual angst
 that roiled mine inner sanctum - mainly from decades in the past
   which unseen scars with humor this fellow (who by the way likes you) wears!

Notice the sly inclusion of my comment per -- affinity, desirability, rhapsody for you
although just but a mere inkling prevails about an ye taelje john thru
a rather contrived manner - albeit an online adult oriented website - amongst a slew
which yields to this bipedal hominid a scant few
initial responses - as if a ghost app paired in the recipient email - going boo
which unwittingly seems to turn the ivy blue!

So...no matter a constancy of follow-up electronic communiques occurs from ye
bringing tears of joy, that nobody can see
while simultaneously delivering digital glee
a reality check restrains proclivity and predilection to let thoughts run wild and free!

Immense and immeasurable mounts in moi little rock
inducing an electric arc for myself to kin neck embedded in all this schlock
for a sixth sense arises that this holme body strongly suspects yar self 
 to generate sunny watts as an s spy she lee Sherlock

but, reticence to gush with ebullience reins in a cascade
of utter delight washing o'er this less than satisfactory mwm 
 who as a boy and youth happened to b a frayed
of his own shadow - while walking along the boulevard of broken dreams
 listening to the sounds of silence on a green-day.

Thus => the following from one 

Cerebral being ™ in the am and pm
 
This ordinary human
Finds himself a mystery
Within the terrestrial
Firmament and frequently
Feels in a feverish pitch
At his existence
That seers the temple
Mounted upon this slender
Frame - wrought by the
Combination of genetics
In tandem with exercise
Which latter helps to
Sublimate the coiled 
Tension wound tightly 
Like an indestructible spring 
Without a healthy medium at large 
To channel emotions fraught within
Me might find demise
That would rent asunder literate fellow 
And thus annihilate without a trace
One true valued father of two us special
Lovely lasses as just another statistic among 
The obituaries!
 
As the world turns (indiscriminately oblivious of the harrowing days per one simian), an agreeable, amiable, edible, immeasurable, likeable, pleasurable, sensible woman (such as yourself - predicated on a gut level intuition) goads more seriousness to share

Plaintive unheard heart strings o mine that wail
Displeased with this marriage fraught with travail
As if in a maelstrom whip-lashed vessel without a sail
Yet - averse to lambaste or rail
Against abby (whereby we pass like two ships in the night) who married this male
When each of us happened to seem more similar 
   And thought each ourselves to fail
At any endeavor, though now confidence 
   Buoys my heart while she doth ail

And exemplifies attitudes, beliefs, efforts, 
   Idiosyncrasies, pathos that life does rot
Ill suited to Matthew Scott, 
   Whose bon vivant manifesting faith in him
   Perhaps from herself deferring many domestic 
   And child rearing tasks not
Of course being boasting - even when scissoring the umbilical cord
   As a now beaming papa, whose daughters 
   Blithely ignore "mother" a lot
Thus necessitating this quest 
   For a counterpart to offer succor 
   To eden (age 16) and shana (14 on february 4th, 2013) 
   Yet accepts that i must dispel any dreamy fantasy even this ours - a mere jot
At this juncture knowing full well how unwise to set myself up for disappointment
   By thinking and rushing like a fool, 
   Where angels fear to tread
   Though "chutzpah" i got!

U r slowly filling my mindscape with joy
Thank you so much - for accepting without complaint how atypically words this writer wannabe 
   Named Matthew Scott Harris dozen ploy.



Details | ABC | |

Women- The Road Familiar

Refreshing feel of identifying with music in my life,

The mother’s voice still echoes sweet in all life’s strife’s.

She taught me to walk, run, dance and sing,

My mother still stands strong in love and vigor in my life.

 

Kindergarten, the start of knowledge in life,

Where Mini, Lakshmy, Susan, Shoba and Meera,

Still shines as star's in my day- to-day life,

Keeping those  memories and blooming together.

 

School days, are times that stays vivid in mind,

Friends that evoked passions  of love still impress,

Susan Bindu, Jaya, Brinda, and Manju remained firm,

Even when life made new meanings,connections endured.

 

College saw, mixed platter, though women who stayed in unit

More in day- to-day life in Bindu, Geeta, Asha, Raji and Vinith,

Patterns of Lost love, admiration's, hero worship,list stands long,

However, for me it was a distressing lullaby of hearts .

 

Life showed me, women stand strong above all

As I carry endless power of strength, mind and heart,

when I  finds myself and knows where I remain in life!

So I  stand tall and represent myself as women.

 

Love never lost its footprints along the line,

I am a woman in Love,being loved  and cherished

I knows deep in my heart  that i  am contend,

Hearts grew deep in love, known love  and in Love.

 

I knew it right from the start, a moms heart

Holding my finger tight, I cradle you in my arms

Your smile and showed all your charms.

Heavens showered me the "Mom', role in prologue.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








Details | Rhyme | |

Paper Thin

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 


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The Witch and The Three Little Girls

In a house made of stone with vines and cobwebs trailing down
A lonely woman could be found
Peeking from her window 
To see the world outside
and in the bushes staring back
three little girls would run and hide
She's a witch 
She has to be
That was the logic of us three
Her long knotted hair
and cats everywhere
and the wart on her face
and the look of the place
Oh she's a witch for certain
as long thin fingers pulled back the curtain
One day we got the courage up to knock upon her door
She asked aren't you scared enough
or did you come back for more?
Poor old woman all alone
minding her business in her home
but to us it was a game
never thinking we caused her pain
We told her our cat went missing
She said look in the linen closet
That's where she just might be
How could she know?
thought us three
Sure enough the cat was there
She helped us out
but did we care
That proves she's a witch
That proved it right there
She was really just a wise old lady who knew cats quite well
but we were convinced that scary witch might cast an evil spell
Never once did we say thank you or stop by to say hello
If only we knew back then the things we've come to know



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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


Details | I do not know? | |

One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


Details | Free verse | |

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 Dedication to my Darling Mystic

Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose...


For my everlasting rose,
for my darling Mystic Rose,
Charished deep in my heart,
for generations to last lifetimes,
on this Beautiful gift,
we all call Mother Earth.

Oh now my dear
come now and do not fear,
I shall take you by your sweet and loving hand,
as we set out in a band,
of two lonely hearts
that both need to be loved.

At first when I came
to this desolate Wasteland;
I was a lonely heart
with poetry that was my art.
You were the first to come to me,
with a smile and a hug.
You read my work,
I won your heart
and you praised me,
looked at me in anew
and treated me diffrently than any other.

My darling Mystic,
Oh how you make me feel;
so grand, so new, so happy.
As I lay my head to rest
I reminisce on your loving words,
that spoke such truth to my soul.
As you praised me through my heights,
and weaped with me through my sorrow,
as I uplifted your soul with the arrangement of words
I wrote from deep down in my weak and weary soul;
You were there always to touch my heart
and cure me of sorrowed tears.

It is impossible to express my love for you,
but see me, to feel my love,
for you my darling Mystic
it tears me apart to not
see your face, to hear your voice,
only to read your loving words
comments on a poem
that was written on a page;
It tears me apart.

Oh, my sweet and everlasting rose,
Blooming in every season,
at every hour,
a beautiful poetess at her midst of an evening twilight
as the nightingales sing outside your window,
I come and show you love and compassion.

Let us go, you and I,
I take you by your hand
and we sail off,
two poets writing of beauty
both in ink upon a blank piece of paper.
To write of love,
My compassion for you
my beautiful rose,
my darlin Mystic.

We shall part seas,
bloom in gardens of beauty,
roses and violets grow tall
around us,
reminding us of our everlasting friendship.
Lilacs and tulups stray long away,
to show my love to a stranger,
but you are no stranger to me.

You are an everlasting rose,
which blooms evertime at the stroke of nine,
and there you stay,
growing in a large and beautiful garden,
that is located deep in my heart.

Now take me, my darling Mystic
your LoveSlayer,
and charish this beautiful write
Charish it at all times,
every hour of the days! 
In honour of your beauty and inspiration
I am a fool in love,
intoxicated with your beauty at heart.


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Nothing But Chalk

She sits there in the back of the class, doodling on her paperwork. Getting lost in 
the scribbles, tuning out the teacher, forgetting all the madness around her, her life 
fading in the paper. Slap! The sound of the ruler splintering across the desk. PAY 
ATTENTION! Head jerking upward, she sits up in her little desk. Pencil dropping from 
her hand, rolling off onto the floor. She looks straight ahead, back straight as a 
board, eyes glued ahead as the teacher drones on. Drilling things into their heads, 
eyes sharp like an eagle. Looking for every chance to catch someone falling asleep, 
to catch someone passing notes, to catch someone whispering. The little girl quietly 
picks up her pencil and her mind drifts to dreaming of playing dress up, drifts to the 
path the lead makes on the paper. The curves of a woman, not a little girl. Dreaming 
of growing up into a woman. Confident, pretty, smart, strong....someone people will 
notice....a woman with a voice. Slap! The ruler across her hand. She jerks it back, 
clasping it to her chest. Instant sting, instant redness and she feels the tears start 
to pool in her eyes, her lip quivering to hold back the yelp. Pay attention! You’re not 
listening! I asked you a question young lady. Should I repeat it? She’s so scared 
that she can’t even speak so she just meekly nods her head. Hard as steel, cold as 
ice, the teacher repeats the question. She hangs her head and answers but her 
voice is barely above a squeeking whisper. Speak up! says the teacher. The class 
can’t hear you, I can’t hear you she says. The little girl raises her head and repeats 
her answer. WRONG! Slap! The ruler across her other hand. See if you had been 
paying attention instead of DOODLING, then you wouldn’t have gotten the ruler. 
You’ll make sure next time you will listen now won't you. The little girl doesn’t 
answer, doesn’t speak up. She doesn’t want the ruler again. So she carefully and 
quietly lays her pencil on her little wooden desk that bares the markings of many 
ruler slappings. And on her little wooden desk, she rests her hands that bare the 
scars of many ruler slappings. She stares straight ahead at the chalkboard, 
unwavering, searing a hole in the chalkboard. She tries to find the dream of dress 
up, tries to find the girl dressing up as the woman she wants to be. But all she sees 
on the chalkboard…no matter how hard or how long she stares...all she sees on the 
chalkboard.....is nothing but chalk.


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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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An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


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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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Black Diamond

A lovely lady you are, 
And lovely always be.
Your beauty bright as midnight stars,
And moonlight shining on the sea.

You're all that is fair and kind,
The sweetest dream and reality.
Many times you've crossed my mind; 
My lasting hope is of you and me.




©2013 Honestly JT


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I like your love

I like your love
It's pure, it's innocent
and I don't think I've seen this before

You replenish my reserves before it's necessary 
you lift my wings up and 
make me superior to my adversary 
Creatively providing the exact amount of 
what I need to go another day
I like your love
and for as long as you'll have me I'll stay

You make me comfortable in my space
What she share cannot be replaced
with any other type of love
be it artificial or tainted or lustfully blatant 
Those illusions don't exist because
we found this love and we claimed it

I cherish those nights when I scratch your head
When you sit between my thighs and I twist your dreads
We become an us that is so pure
that the spring waters question the purity of it's source
I like your love - it's a divine force


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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.....


Details | Tanka | |

Woman and her Vines

They grew all over In the sunlight they progressed The vines became her And she was one with the vines The sunshine brought life to them She held docile vines Growing like weeds onto her She was very free Green and nude she went along Becoming just like the vines She didn’t know much Where the vines came from that day They appeared at once After she fell asleep then In the warm light of the sun It seems that vines love The cute essence of the sun And the heat she has Then they grew on her, beaming Becomes that of her being Now she is attached Firmly planted on the ground With nutrients there Pumping juice through living Earth And the sunshine’s energy Now she loves the vines And she can still write poems She writes on nature Something she now knows about By sunshine is she able
Russell Sivey A repost under a different title. A unique vision!


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Life without You

Life without you is plain and boring
I find myself thinking about you and I am snoring
It’s like going back to work after a long holiday
I think about you each and everyday
My heart for you is love
You are a gift from above
With you in my life, great memories can be made
Those great memories will not fade.
You are someone I want to come to
I cannot live my life without you


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I Am Woman

I am Woman. 
I am domesticated woman constantly dusting off cobwebs of infidelity. 
Tears pace down my cheeks but no, I'm fine.
It's merely thick dusty layers of despondency. 

Through scorching barren deserts she walks wither soles leather, face wrinkled, skin creased, smile inverted, eyes downturned with not a single drop in sight like the desert she walks through.
Her only condolence is knowing uba uspho lwakhe lume ngaye, inhliziyo yakhe iethe-ethe ebeleke usana lwakhe emqolo.
I am not privileged enough to call myself womankuba andikayazi inhlungu yobayintwakazi, umzali ne gqhiyazan. 

You see, the mercilessness of memory takes her back to the day of the night she cried herself to sleep,
Hoping everything would turn out right,
But all she had to show for it came morning was nothing but a bloodstained pillow which she hung on the washing line.
I am woman

You are phenomenal woman.
The clod steel claws of unkindness ripped her heart out 
Ngosuku awathy ndlela'nhle kuyise wosapho lwakhe.
All her creased hands cling onto at night is hope,
Please deliver her for her heart is too dainty.

Qina gqiyazana, qina nwakazi ngoba inyembezi zegqiyazana aziweli phantsi. 
You, 
Beautiful woman with your barren soul,
Are phenomenal woman.


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I am Value, I am woman

I am value.
No amount of dollar bills made my worth.
My value is understood
Because it is of the Earth.

The ultimate source of life
The greatest oven of love
Never depreciate what carries being 
Never question the answers that came from above


Details | I do not know? | |

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


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Open Book Test

A crush is a terrible mistress;
She demands your poker face,
To disguise your feeling of interest,
And longing for embrace.

You don't want that one to go,
And can't stand it if she's far away.
This emotion you can't even show,
And won't speak the words you would say.





©2014 Honestly JT


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Come and Go Chicago

Come and Go Chicago – Zamreen Zarook
 
Where are you going my lady?
Where are you from my sweetie?
What ever you ask my buddy,
You won’t get the paddy.
 
She became a liar,
Because of your chore,
Two questions that you murmur,
Master, don’t forget that you were the rear.
 
You became a sinner,
Without knowing what is inner,
Now you know the manner,
So, never to forget the dinner.

Cease to care for those questions,
Nothing you gain from the considerations,
Everyone has their own equations,
So,they do have their explanations.

 


Details | Quatrain | |

Portrait of My Lady

A delicate face, soft and white it glows Eyes of passion exist, planted on her She lives with supple pink lips, made to kiss No way would I ever come and suffer She doesn’t have an obvious nose, it’s small Her small hands do run smoothly down her face An influence to my heart is expressed She moves on with a good amount of grace I always desire to kiss those sweet lips My finger runs down these lips of glory Down to the perfectly formed lovely chin Where there are tales of a romance story There are moments when her eyes flash with pride And her hair blends in with her rare beauty The whole package is wonderful and true I will forever love her, my lady
Entered into FRANK H.'s "WORD PORTRAIT" contest 4/16/2013


Details | Verse | |

I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


Details | Narrative | |

A Two Woman Duo

A Two Woman Duo
 
By Missy Yourist 



I am from the inside of a woman whom I have never met. 
A birth mother who I do not know one ounce of who or what she is about. 
A person who bearably carried me for nine months. 
Gave birth to me, a 3 pound toe-head baby. 
She had to have held me right after, but my baby eyes don't seem to remember. 
Blurred by the brightness of the world, 
I never saw who my birth mother was. 

But after two months, I was passed onto the most beautiful creature 
that my premature eyes had ever seen. 
A woman who would ultimately become my real mother. 
A wonderful being who would raise me with pride. 
Teach me the ways in which she thought we right. 
A mom who would love me with all of her heart and care for me 
for the 14 years that she would be able to share with me.


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ELVIS my impression

                           This is my impression of Elvis Presley 
I was vey lucky to be 16 in 1956 when Rock and roll came into existence the greatest music of all time and for all time, this is what it all met to me.


Elvis was the big bang to creating music like the big bang was to creating the universe
Before Elvis their was no rock and roll, no music, no dancing 
His look was unique
His movements on stage were unique
His voice was the greatest like nothing ever heard before
His songs started the greatest music craze in the history of music rock and roll
He looked dangerous 
He looked like he was having the best time of his life on stage
Elvis didn’t give a damm who wrote his songs black or white
He was the first entertainer who did it all before anyone else did anything
Both men and women loved him
Elvis was a mans man
Elvis was a ladies man
Elvis was a gentleman
Elvis was a Christian 
Elvis was a momma’s boy
Elvis was respectful of his fans
Elvis was just one man who changed music forever in America in 1956 
When Elvis sings you have to smile, to tap your feet, clap your hands, move your body, and come alive
It’s 2013, 35 years since Elvis died 
He is still the major Icon of the music world
Elvis is still the most worshiped singer and entertainer in history
Thousands and thousands of fans visit his home each and every year
Elvis didn’t smoke or drink
Elvis became an actor but could have become an accomplished actor with the right people and advice around him
Coronel Parker was both good for Elvis and bad for Elvis
Liberace taught Elvis how to dress with flash
Elvis had his own way of moving on stage when he sang no one has ever duplicated his signature moves God know how many tried
Elvis served the country he loved when he was drafted into the army no complaining 
Elvis asked fro no special treatment while in the army 
Elvis loved the woman and the woman loved him back
Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
Elvis met his tragic and to soon end to his life he was only 42
Elvis was hooked on prescription pills and that’s what killed him
No one could tell Elvis what to do many tried all failed
The music died on the day Elvis died
It was so sad that Elvis felt so all alone so much of his life that is what fame does to you
Elvis was the King
No one else will ever occupy the Kings throne
Elvis loved to sing gospel songs no other entertainer of rock and roll ever did 
No entertainers star shines brighter or ever will
You can ask any great entertainer and there are hundreds and will all agree Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
No entertainer in the history of music ever had a first year success like Elvis had
I saw Elvis in Las Vegas in 1972  when the music started and you knew that Elvis was soon to be coming on stage the excitement and the anticipation in the room was over whelming and beyond compare everyone in the room was mesmerized


This is my remembrance of Elvis Presley

Dennis Davis
March 15, 2013


 



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Wine painted lips

Wine painted lips
Lips the sun had kissed
Left a black mark 
Later became a scar.
It didn’t spoil her beauty
I did what I did this was my duty.
She was my dream
She became my wife, my moonbeam.
We broke many hearts
Not to be apart.
I showed her the way
Just for her to stay.
We drove million miles
Together we smiled.
She is there and I am here
This I didn’t plan
We ended up in tears.


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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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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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Shadowed by guilt and shame

Shame must have burned her countenance,
along with fear that gripped her heart;
she’s a woman in the gospel  brought into the open,
by those Pharisees and Sadducees in their attempt –
to entrap Jesus on the horns of a dilemma.

Known as legalistic in their respect for the Law of Moses,
they professed as guardians of moral principles;
they claimed as protectors of the Jewish traditions,
however, in truth, they had a wicked motive to ruin Jesus
to discredit him for all the things he’s doing for his own people.

His growing popularity especially to the Jewish men and women,
becomes a raison d’etre to ruin his good reputation;
oh, such a malady that continues to exist through generations,
the seed of original sin – its consequence to human behavior
reflected its aftermath, the evil tendency that is encrusted deep within.

Jesus’ statement, “let him who is without sin cast the first stone,”
made the religious leaders withdraw from the scene and,
starting from the elders they walked away and talked no more;
a sign of shame, an honest reaction to what is shadowed by guilt.

The entire incident focused on Jesus’ endless forgiveness,
his compassion for the woman being bogged down with disgrace;
like a moral stigma, a scarlet letter etched in the hearts of people,
with Jesus she had her past but she also has a future to look forward to.

Just as the prophet Ezekiel says, “I will give you a new heart –
and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone
and give you a heart of flesh . . .”  its power and meaning can assure,
God’s love is everlasting; our salvation is his prime concern. 




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Relationship Epidemic (Females)

I'm now in the 3rd chapter of the Relationship Epidemic as I focus on the role of the female
They say one man's trash is another man's treasure, so my girl is my seashell
Since before time, women were loyal before a man is
The backbone of a family, hello, they give birth to the kids
They rarely get lazy
Unlike men who complain about labor pains, but can't show you the baby
Being deprived of attention is what a woman can't stand
If you can't keep up, they grab another dude by the hand
Females left and right can be lovable
As well as gullible
Giving, receiving, and at times also 
Deceiving
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" saying is so true
Bite her first she'll bite back twice as hard shame on you
If there's one thing they hate
Is never being on a date
Never comfortable with a nice night in the house
Because they feel trapped like a mouse
That's what I see with girls that are younger
More likely to look for love in the wrong places to satisfy that hunger
When they get cheated on 
Or beaten on
They can't trust a male so they turn lesbian or bisexual
Love/sex life is more perpetual
That vision can be perplexible
However it makes life more flexible
It's easy to understand why they want the finer things in life
After all who doesn't, it cuts like a knife
They value commitment, its extensive
We all know women are sensitive
All of that serotonin in the brain
Mistrust on her heart, what soap will wipe off that stain
Mothers, sisters, wives bring some of the pain
Aunts, girlfriends, grandmothers turn snow into rain
A female will never love you in vain
They crave attention,  if they don't get it they feel shame
Cheat on a guy and say they're the one to blame
Messed up right?
Do the Right Thing like Spike Lee
No, that's ok girls rather be sneaky
Coretta Scott King, she's so royal
Even after Dr. King got shot, she stayed loyal
Asked my girl if I died, will she get over me
She said not so quick
Replace me? Who will?
That's a different pick
But that's neither here nor there
Good and bad females everywhere
Love attracts girls like plants and meat attracts bears
They can be a man's best friend 
To the end
As well as nightmare
Break a woman's heart if you dare


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Will You Travel With Me To Heaven PART TWO


A God who is not a human
Not a soul or created thing
A God who always hears and sees
Yet we cannot hear or see Him


A God who tests us, hence we cannot
See Him, a God who never lies
A God without human weakness
-Not Born- A God who does not die


A God who made us with a purpose
To worship Him, worship Him alone
A God who wants us to be Muslims
And Heaven our Eternal Home


By worshiping only One God
And following God's Rules and Laws
Allah is He. God is Allah.
Allah: The God who has no flaws


Allah is not the God of Arabs
Not all Arabs believe in Him
Allah is the God of all of us
Who made everyone and everything


If you ask 'why the name Allah? '
I ask you, why's your name your name?
Imagine your teacher says 'I'm Jane'
If you disbelieve you could be 'lame'

She says, 'Class, I'm Jane; I'm your teacher'
You say, 'I don't want a teacher 'Jane''
Your teacher says, 'my name is Jane'
You say, 'Don't teach, unless your name is changed'


If one has done that, they have rebelled
They're arrogant; they want attention
If you're a troublesome student
Then all you get is detention


So if Allah says that He is God,
That Allah is God, and God Allah
Then believe in God, worship Allah
To avoid Hell and its boiling lava


Allah is One, the Only True God
Allah created you and I
Allah has no children nor wife
Allah needs no bodyguard nor spy


Allah is One, God is Just One
I said 'One God', not 'God in Three'
One God who rules the whole universe
'More than many gods'? How can that be?


If there were many gods as some claim
The whole world would be upside down
False gods would vie with one another
As kings would fight for the same crown


God has no son. God has no daughter.
God has no wife, God did not marry
God is too Powerful and Perfect
God does not weaken nor get lonely


God is Allah, Allah the True God
If you now believe, please testify
That there is no god but Allah
And God was never crucified


Once you have recognized Allah
Remember that Allah has Rules
Rules that must be followed by all
All of God's servants, including you


God commanded us to pray to Him
To Pray to Him each day and each night
To worship Him our Creator Allah
Is the reason why God gave us life

--->PART THREE


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The story of a Muse

The story of a Muse

A beautiful woman that loved him,
she listened to him, in awe of his genius,
she inspired him, encouraged him, 
to do his best work, she validated for him,
that his thoughts and ideas were otherworldly,
She knew his mind and heart must be heard,
His art could change the world, 
and took on the job of pulling this gift out of him,
she lassoed the tornado that was his soul, 
and directed it, into the brush or pen, 
A symbiotic relationship, of male and female,
at their best, a guided purpose.

It seems as if she always left him in the end, 
A mystical woman with more artists to inspire,
left him crying and wounded, 
to do his crazy works after his genius expired,
no direction, haphazard, psychotic, suicidal
used up, emotions undirected, lost, death. 
but a life of value, influential, inspirational, an immortal,

I do not know where i got this impression,
this story of the muse.

Its not fair, 
all my muse's, 
dont care about my work, 
they only care about how i can help them, 
They listen long enough to find what i am looking for,
Put on the mask, the liar face, manipulative,
just long enough to get what they want, 
or realize that i wont give it to them. 
Try to buy my soul with their sex or money.

My naivety, my love, my hope, my trust, 
used against me, for their selfish motives.
Purity pretended, love mimicked, smile a lie. 

Is the muse a lie, is this why the artists go crazy?
Is the suffering evoked by an evil women inspirational?

I have seen men like me, with experiences like me.
Too wounded to love, to trust, to try again. 
Settle for a weak woman, one that wont hurt them. 

Men, i have always considered cowards
They cant look me in the eyes.

As i am beat down by love, i see their temptation.
Chasing the muse, waiting for her, mistaken mimics,

Dont tell me the muse doesnt exist........... 






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Arcanum Bride

She came to me - becharming was an' fair; 
resound of church bells call - remote Sunday; 
angelical her face in streams of air; 
she fled into my nothingness of gray..

She fled towards the gray - transformed to drops; 
above the fields accepted were her clouds; 
Amid the dusky shadows of tree tops, 
Imparted lives, my aloneness' Styx shrouds; 

Lone arbiter of my arcanum bride, 
my sentiments ascended - to orbit, 
a quilt of nimbus covered me and cried, 
my life became a flight - winds' chorded ambit! 

She stared at me from yonder stills, merry; 
Unreal she reached my soul but was lifeless; 
The trumps of Angels played in notes airy, 
her bridal offered pure affableness; 

In Acheronian lakes I loved her gleam; 
her thousand tears of rain, arcanum song; 
she fled above the cumulus to deem, 
and crown noctilucent my waxed lifelong.

© 02-16-2012, G. V., All Rights Reserved

(The poem is composed in Iambic tetrameter form.
The Iambic pentameter form is closer to it, as a substitute.)


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Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






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The World OUTSIDE

As I lay in my mother’s womb, inside
Wondering how the world is outside
Would it be as calm, peaceful and caring
As I feel laying inside, dreaming

In my mothers prayer
“God, bestow peace”, I always hear 
“A Home and education for all”
As she prays not for me, but, for us all

“Give us a world free of hunger and cruelty, 
Where no one spreads greed and enmity” 
Feeling her mind as she prays in the midst of all the hardships
For a world with universal equality and friendship

But it scares me when in her eyes I feel tears
Missing a beat when her mind is full of fears
I get scared at the sound of bombs, bullets and people crying
Because I heard her say “thousands of innocent are dying”

I have all these months dreamt with my mother
Of a place where mind is without fear and we all play together
Go to school and have a clean healthy environment
But, once outside, would I ever get these wonderful dreamt moment ?

I wonder if it would be better if, inside, I die
“A beautiful wonderful free world !!!” I feel its all a big lie
Why should I get a world full of hatred where dreams lie shattered
Where Peace and Humanity, it seems have never mattered

I pray to all of you outside
Upset, weakend by these thoughts inside
Wake up !! Before its too late
Else to die inside would be in our fate……


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You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




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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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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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He Sat At The Bar

He sat at the bar,
She had just left
To use the restroom,
And he pondered
His situation.

Yes,
She was beautiful,
Curves in the right places,
Weave perfectly done,
Not a track in sight,
Outfit exhibiting all
That God had blessed her with,
But.....

But she spent more time
In the hairdresser's chair
Than she spent in bookstores.
Philosophical conversations
Left him confused and
He was a philosophy major.

Yes,
She was pretty,
But she was like
A beautiful vase,
Pretty on the outside,
Empty on the inside.

He sat at the bar,
Trying to put words together
Kind enough 
Not to damage her ego,
Strong enough
To let her know
That they were over.

Words pulled him
From his thoughts,
They came from somewhere
Behind him,
They were a mix of 
Male and female,
Peppered with a rhetoric
His mind hungered for.

Slowly, he turned around,
Searching the bar
For a couple 
In deep conversation.
They sat two yards away,
Two book ends,
Brother and sister.

He sipped his whiskey,
Pretending to be taking in
The whole bar scene,
But he was really
Fixated on her,
Fixated on the dialogue.

She was no stunner
By society's standards,
But the more she spoke,
The more he was enamored.
She glance his way
And smiled, not knowing
That in that gesture 
She stole his heart.

Just as he was about 
To stand,
To join them,
To introduce himself,
To join this battle of words,
His woman appeared.

She whispered naughty things,
Delicious, seductive things,
Things that would have made
Him forget himself.

Not this time,
Or any time in the future.
He spread out the 
Roughly sewn patchwork
Of words he had planned to tell her,
Then he bid her goodbye,
Slipping out of her grasp.

He didn't join
The brother and sister,
He just walked out of the bar.
He was not that kind of guy,
The kind that would
Break up with one woman
And pursue another
In the space of five minutes.

It was two weeks later
When he saw the sister again,
This time, he joined her,
This time, he introduced himself,
This time, he planned to be with
A woman that stimulated him
Mind, body and soul.


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When a woman loves a man

When a woman loves a man.

I went to the perfumer to make me a scent
to please the woman I love, she is Godsend!

He said I will make you a scent no woman has ever wore,
and in replace you must give me your soul.
 
I said my soul I don't own it belongs to my creator whom I belong,
But instead I will give you my land and my home.
 
Because when a woman loves a man it is all he needs
first to build her a home in his heart, then wherever she may please! 


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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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On Woman and Work

On woman and work

When
Every
Other thing,
Worldly, fails to 
Soothe, a woman or your work often works.


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Sally version 2

Gracious Sally; my black haired Sally.
You've dawned a bright red cap.
My chicken balls; my coffee please.
A fortune before my nap.
You've tinged your bell; the coffees ready.
The customers turn their heads.
It's you I see; you waiting free!
with chicken balls in their breads.
And when at cash you call for me
and nod a tray you pass.
That after money and after thanks
your smile comes with a laugh.


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Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.


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The Pink Lady with yellow Candle-la-bra

Tell me friend 
How best to paint a woman
Brilliantly colourful and extremely fastidious
Who is an African princess
Blending aggression with femininity
And radiates grace, charm and suppleness
The marks of womanhood
A woman who bathes in array of candlelight
With an usual candour for candle-la-bra
Chatty, cheery, and pardonably cheeky
Materialistic, Modern, and Maiden
Exuberant, Extrovert
Rosy and Rounded 
Opinionated and Opportunistic
Meticulous and 
Annoyingly Anorak
A woman who is gorgeously trendy
A wonderful volunteer, a touching friend
With big searching eyes
Talk about the lady also known as 
MEROMA.


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Gone and hopefully permanently forgotten

By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live, as they’re no longer
around, is the lame and unconvincing excuse
that’s often and dishonestly given in explanation, to rebut or
defend their name, any accusations or adverse criticisms,
however concrete or valid they might be, being made
against them; and in those circumstances therefore
to then embark on such a plan would in itself be
quite unbecoming while serving as nothing
more than a cheap and cowardly way of
attempting to exact one’s own revenge.

But hang on a moment, how truly valid is this
simplistic and supposedly moral exhortation; and why
should the intervention of death, distinct from any
other known phenomenon, be the sole exculpation for
someone’s life-long sins and premeditated wrongdoings
that disparagingly have callously, schemingly,
perniciously, quite methodically and comprehensively
destroyed the lives of so many who were
exclusively picked on and especially targeted for
reasons of dogmatic political ideology, or
those specifically and illogically
associated with their race
or ethnicity.

I was never a miner viewed as the country’s low-life and
thusmalevolently castigated as the enemy within, but
I am and have longstandingly been a proud trade
unionist whose movement just as
viciously by this self-centred,
venal and privileged elite was likewise tarred
with the same condemnatory brush and
scandalously branded the same.

Similarly, I was an anti-apartheid activist firmly
committed, as I always will be, to the noble concept
globally of the universality of human rights, equality
for all human beings and the ultimate eradication
of racism, tirelessly working also in tandem
for freedom of expression by everyone,
genuine democracy and the lawful and
moral right to withhold one’s labour,
and particularly so in manufactured industrial
disputes specifically designed to disrupt the cohesion,
deliberately break-up and ruthlessly destroy the
bargaining rights of all trade unions. 

So why would I, or anyone else for that matter
with a social conscience, want to actually
eulogize and not rightly despise someone who,
while together with their husband was
profiting massively financially from South Africa’s
apartheid system, none the less perversely saw fit
to label Nelson Mandela a terrorist and roundly
vilify the ANC as a terrorist organization, while
astonishingly and without a modicum of regret
laud the architects of apartheid and the
ardent supporters of institutionalized
racism as the veritable champions of
what they deem as democracy?

Unless, of course, such individuals have short or convenient
memories and are themselves a complete abomination of what
society, which we were told by this woman doesn’t exist,
or come to that humanity should actually represent!
So I’ve no apologies to make or will I relent from
the stance I’ve taken because Death, inevitable
to us all, has finally, and some would
justifiably say, long-sufferingly and somewhat
kindly stepped in and brought the life of yet
another tyrant to its end. So feel free those of you
who want to eulogize or even dress yourself up
in sackcloth and ashes if you wish amidst your contrived beating
of chests and sorrowful refrains; but in doing so, I’d like for
you in your unrestrained orgy of engineered anguish
and false grief to jointly entreat you to abstain
from ever doing any of this in my name.

© Stanley V. Collymore
12 April 2013.

In the midst of life there is death the great leveller of us all. We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. So what doth it profit a man or woman if in their life time they gain all the riches of the world yet lose their soul for eternity? The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the Name of the Lord.


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Crying out

Crying out loud,
Crying for no reason,
A girl without future,
A girl stuck in the prison.

Where dreams are coming out?
When they take her dreams away?
A girl without future,
A girl without desire.

How many things are missed?
How many words are left unsaid?
A girl is crying out,
A girl stuck in the world.

Where is an explanation?
Where is a hero?
Is it fine now when
Girls within are still believers
But outside they hate
Every detail and season
Hidden in the eyes of men?


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An Angel's Craft

I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
With lantern light weary I write this morbid night
The moon above the meadows move in gloomy mist
With pen in hand, hermit a man and death amidst
Oh shall I walk the aisles of graves and hundred names
With flowers full of life financed on furnished frames
Below the wind and warmth of night do whispers woe
In fear I'm not for I care take of those below

For I have seen many a man and woman cry
And I have seen many a man and woman lie
Distilled in death with only breath of the beloved
Mourning above...mornings above heavenly loved
But something is a happening around the night
If not a dream how dost darkness so quicketh light
How frogs appear around lilies that left the fog
Where branches dance with trees beyond their childrens log
As ponds appear upon plateau of grave and sand
And stars above nomadic night come down to land
And voices of the birds play like a violin
And whispers of the wind hum like a hundred men!

It is at this moment that wings appeared to be
Uplifted from the back of her in front of me
Dear Angel, ye are he that spoketh write of thee
But in the nude in front of me am I to flee?

With hair in waves and arms extended out to see
Appeared to me...appeared to be...a flame of sea
That swept the cemeteries floor with torch and fire
And all in death consumeth life 'twas her aspire
A paradise on earth and wedding full of life
As they I have buried myself were full of light!

Women and men and children spread
A graduation of the dead
Ceremonious gift of beings
Thy conquered death, thy wearest wings!

Forth in her hands were flowers of a thousand-fold
And when she walked her footsteps formed a flood of gold
With every step a flower from her drew to ground
In mystic motion as she moved her wings would sound
Just like a brush of wind, angelic crystal wings
Face of fertility that wore a crown of rings
Unselfish all in all with fingernails of fire
Did pierce my heart into my soul a strong desire
To learn to love and love to live and live to give
Yes even in the dire darkness something lives

Believe me not and no one shall when I doth tell
The timid night I heard an Angel's voice exhale

Oh Angel it is thy that is in sacred stone
That came to me in flesh and now thy flesh is gone

Johnny Sumler
June 17, 2011
Angels In Cemeteries


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My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



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There Was A Woman Alone And Afraid


There was a woman,
alone and afraid...
Her husband left her…
She felt betrayed!

I remember seeing her look
of despair…
Was there anyone who
really cared?

This was a very
 difficult situation.
A lot of heartache and frustration!

I remember seeing her 
 at church before.
But no one sees her anymore!

People would pass her by,
Seemingly, not concerned…
Even though things in her life,
had taken “the wrong turn.”

Aren’t we to help the widows
 and single mothers too?
This is what God’s word 
asks of me and you!

As the body of Christ... 
We should serve one another.
Reaching out to the widow
 and single mother.

We must let them know they’re
not forgotten!
Before their lives hit
“rock bottom”

This is a command Christ 
Wants us to do!
He’d do the same for 
ME and for YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


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The love I lost

It is with sad heart that I say my goodbye. 
It is there I will miss the smile you put apon my face everyday.
That just having you kept my heart pumping to where now it is dead of feeling. 
It is of a heartless soul to which exist within me. 
It is with anger and tears my eyes bleed. 
With that of a rose to which is of dead leaves,so does my being 
know of its feel to dry and die away. 
My sight is no longer there for like the fresh of breath he give me,it has vanish. 
I am just a person now and not a being. 
The love may still be there but it hurts me to take in deep air as my pain 
I feel on my chest is a kill. 
There I have lost the woman I love for life that once told,never look back. 
But to look back is the experience that life has taken,rather good or bad. 
But that of a trust to which was ripped and torn to shred. 
It was of a love one could know and feel. 
That to which made them stand proud to say I am who I am and this is my other half. 
One that only one could dream of with their eye's close but not to be pinch for awakening 
because their eye's where already open. 
It's there the pain hurts because loving you exist no more. 
That there is a void harder to fill and that's having you made everything seem so real. 
All blocks is gone because so am I. 
That you find nothing but an empty wall with no writting there with love but you 
find a man lost in the moment. 
Because their his love was strong for only one woman. 
He never really understand why she loved if she really did but them words touch 
deeply into a soul now torn to shred. 
But his love still is that one day it finds it's way back where it belongs and he may live to 
love another day instead of hating everything to which is now just life to him. 
But to love that specail woman that makes his world go round and time stand still because 
there she was everything. 
That now it's all just a dream. 
I Love~ them words doesn't even matter because thats all they was.
Were something to hurt the being because there it really doesn't exist but in the mind 
because my heart bleeds river of blood.


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that grin

I was sure he went this way and I know he didn't see me
but I can't find him no where
I'm sure he is around I can fill it
maybe in the shadows or the dark where I can't see,
as I listened and the desert wind blew
there was no roar no screams not a sound
before you could tell when he was near 
all was not at ease and the tension thick as glue,
sitting I think back at the last time I seen him
the beast...that white tiger who whole heartily seek Life
who took every blow Life gave and continued to rise
I was sure the chances of him surviving Life was slim,
just then I heard a sound I stood and looked to see where it came from
threw the bushes I could see it was this beautiful woman 
and next to her a tiger who watched as she bathed in the water below
if he did come this way I'm sure the carnage again would have begun,
moving closer I could see this tiger was calm no worries no anger, 
and from the look of the woman as safe as she was she liked him that way
as I went to sit I rustled the grass and both looked over to see
as they looked over I stood to reveal myself to show there was no danger,
she looked with out a care then turned and walked off into dark 
as for the tiger he as well just walked away 
how is this so...here I am looking for the beast and I find...this
then there it was...as he turned and looked back...it was his mark
                                       that grin...   


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what makes a woman a woman

<  >A child is born and with pride
       they say 'its a girl'
       a baby girl grows to  a little girl
       that little girl grows to be a girl
       then comes a teenage girl
       this beautiful rose blooms desirably to a woman

       have you ever wondered what makes a woman  a woman
       is a woman defined by her past
       can one's child wood complete an identity
       is a woman defined by her life experiences
       i wonder
       is it this invisible warmth this gender turns to have?

       as nature takes its cause 
       child bearing is life threatening game
       still a woman takes an oath to be a woman
        she never wonders what she might have done
        to deserve to be a woman
        woman are for ever proud to be who they are


Details | I do not know? | |

angry woman

shes an angry woman when she was born her fist where clenched and at first she didnt make
a sound till the doctor poked her foot and she cried real loud. As a little girl she didnt
want to share toys she took what she wanted out of her brothers toy chest theyd wrestle
around for a little while then when she had won mom said stop and made her give the toy
back. SHe never took her daughters side. 
  She felt this was unfair thus she became the angry girl swearing and not caring she lost
a lot of friends that way. Boys turned away. 
  But her anger was understandable no one had a nice thing to say so why should she be
happy when all she understood and knew was anger and rage and as long as she was treated
that way the angry woman would show through and the beautiful women she truly was would be
dragged behind in her shadow with nothing to do  


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Absurd

To me, you are purely ephemeral;
We are irrelevantly real.
And I am left with no one but myself,
With this hollowness I feel.

And still, I am hardly here,
Just a mass of scattered free radicals.
A steady-state cascade;
A time-killing fanatical.

I laugh because it is absurd,
And carry on without a word.

She was blanched,
Scuffed like an epiphyses.
Gritted between molars,
Eyed blind,
Her body curved in magnificent sacrilege;
Flagrant,  
Inexplicitly mine.

My secondhand thing,
That some dub love.
I just gawped
Whenever she took it off;
And seeped 
Into the ground at her feet.

I woke up and remembered that there was nothing else;
I woke up and wondered why I hadn't killed myself.

I was dead set
On something but nothing and everything yet;
All meaning unmet.

All the null that added up to self;
All the lives that lie to blindly dwell.

I laugh because it is absurd;
The others dare not speak the word.

--

"There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide." 

-Albert Camus, absurdist 


Details | I do not know? | |

tragedy

My life is a tragedy.
Filled with pain and calamity,
Seems like the who worlds damming me
From one thing to another
Not having a mother,
And turning around and not having a brother. 


My brother who was slain. 
He was suppose to obtain fame 
But I guess people took his life for a game.
Now his death is just driving me insane.

Then there is my mother 
Someone I love like no other.
A woman who struggled to take care of us 
A beautiful woman who died because of her mans lust


Details | Free verse | |

WHY I AM ME

                    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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Mistress

There as she sat waiting for her lover to come, a night watcher silently stood gazing from behind. Time is passing, and candle's light dancing to the silence of the night: Here he is I hear his footsteps coming, or is this the sound of my heart beating fast.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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Using an Umbrella as a Cane

She walks with a limp, it’s not a fable She can’t walk normal, she’s just not able She will always move along in this way Her limp leaves her lame every single day She moves along with a closed umbrella Uses it as a brace, something extra She meanders along down the cold street She walks along with the cane near her feet Down the old street she walks into a shop Hearing each step as she moves with a flop After getting her things she moves along Walking back to her abode with a song No one sees her but no, she’s not insane Woman just walks with a limp and a cane
Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.


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The Lake of Blackness

You look so innocent.
So easily you look into my eyes
But the lake of blackness in there
You still don't reach.

You look through sense.
You disappear when it's dark
But afterwards you are always back.
This lake of blackness lures you.

You are the enemy yourself.
You're destroying what you are.
You come to me like
I'm your heaven but
I am the darkness that
You should give up.

You are smiling softly.
So pure your eyes are
But you don't want a life that easy.
With the darkness you're
Dreaming to collide.


Details | I do not know? | |

Without You



Without you,

worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,

I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.

Without you


Details | I do not know? | |

and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


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Woman and her Birds

She lets out her hand that holds the bird feed Inviting birds to come and take a bite There’s one brave soul that does come on over And he feasts on the seed that she carries Then more and more of them come on to her Some sit on her shoulders, others sit near In her other hand sits more feed for them And they flock there as well to eat some more They eat with a flourish, making a mess Seed falls onto the ground, birds eat there too She’s surrounded totally by these fowl But unafraid she is, loving each heart These birds are her friends, always there for her Never do they judge her or frown on her They are always glad to see her come by They predict her coming and are waiting And she is constantly there on the dot Same time each day she comes with her bird feed Wanting to share it with her lovely friends She’s mesmerized by their tenacity They’re persistent to try and get their food To survive, that is why they are focused And they work at it good pecking the food Surely she loves to share her life with them Nothing will ever tear the birds from her They’ll live forever in her tender heart Even when she is gone and has passed on The birds will still look for her to come there
Russell Sivey


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Protect Me As I Sleep

Nobody 
Knows my real name
‘Angel’ 
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!
Violence
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
If
I will survive
Another day?
Only
To wake up
And
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me tonight
As,I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”

“Goodnight”


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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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The growing gift

I wrote this one with a friend in mind; 

Her growing belly tells what most think the whole story
Her age is a cause for shame
She is scared And feels so alone
Strangers look at her And laugh
Pointing and wispers
She thinks her only way out is to destroy the thing inside
Angels and demons struggle in her young head
Fighting for life

She goes to church
Pro-life people shun her
They whisper:
“She is just a young child”

Against all odds she decided to tell her friends and family
She is going to see this through
She encounters lots of anger
What a little whore she is
God seems to not love her

She makes an appointment
Tears in her eyes she ascends
She opens the door to the clinic and climbs the stairs
Carrying the weight of her cross
A miracle
A older women dressed nice with hair as bright as the sun
Do not harm this child
Take comfort my dear sweet girl
I have been where you are
I have received their teasing
Do not listen to them
God himself has blessed you

The bulging belly tells a story
Your naked hand proves how brave you really are.
You've made it this far and you will make it even more. 
Not every woman out there can do what God has blessed you with.
The woman gave a hug and the tears started to pour.

Back in the car she took a deep breath. 
With a hand on her belly she spoke to the little child.
" I don't know if your a girl or boy, or even if I will be a good mom"
I promise to you I will try to do my best, just please don't turn out like me and be wild!"

She started the car and prepared to drive home for the worse
She knew this child was not going to be easy to have
Inside her was a little life growing bigger each day
No matter how hard it was going to be with her faith in God she would find a way.


Details | Quatrain | |

Spanish Rose

                                          My heart stays inside my chest;
                                            You are only wishful thinking.
                                        Though it's you I'd like to impress,
                                    This sleeve won't feel my heart beating.



               




                                                  ©2014 Honestly JT


Details | Didactic | |

Untaken Advice - 2002

She can't remember a woman who gave her ever so great advice
Instead of taking it, she risked her life on a dice
She told her how to respect and love herself in her youth
She didn't tell her what to do; it was her decision to choose
She warned her of dangers of the streets and drugs
She warned her not to go past kisses and hugs
She didn't listen; she hit the road and tried some smack
And on and on it went, and there was no coming back
She then got sick from an angry man who raped it her
She lost her mind, she was crashing, but too late to get clean.
And the young woman died from the sickness at only nineteen
The woman heard about the her death and thought it was a dream
If only she had taken a thought to the wise woman's words
She could have been saved if she had listened to what she heard


Details | Sonnet | |

Women are always right

Furiously giving into a man
is the worse thing that a woman can do
when she knows she's right. He will think he can
get away with anything. Telling you
he's the boss and makes the rules from now on.
Last time I checked women had their own mind
thoughts and opinions. They don’t need, "I'm gone,
because your not my sweet old mama" kind
of speech. They need you to admit your wrong,
and tell them no matter how hard you try
that you will never be right. Sing a song
if you have to, just don’t make your girl cry.
Just remember that when you think your right,
your not. The woman always wins the fight.


Details | Romanticism | |

Distant Love

   Thousands of miles across the seas,
The woman I love is waiting for me .
    How the distance between us seems so hard ,
I can smile on the outside but not in my heart.
    In my arms I would hold her so very tight ,
Hugging and kissing her all through the night .
    Laying there beside her so soft and warm,
How I thank the Lord the day she was born.
   The Joy and happiness she brings to my life ,
Anxiously I am waiting to make her my wife.
    As the bright moon's glow shines down on  me ,
Warming and confirming me just what shall be.
    Making memories of our love is what you will see,
Never forgetting  the day she fell in love with me.
    I will cherrish and love her till the end of all time
Hand & hand we 'walk showing the world she is mine.
    My heart pounds hard & fast as I breathe with a sigh ,
How I fell so deeply in love when I look into her eyes .
    But this woman I have fallen in love with you see,
Here she will begin the life that God had planned for me.

TAC


Details | Imagism | |

ATTENTION STEALER

Descending down the spiral stairs
Everyone look up and stare
Hair cascading unto her shoulders
Site of flesh on a slit tighter

She wore a flush of rosy red
A necklace graze the throat
The bodice hugs the hips
The heels clicks with each step

She converse with eloquence
Moving with checked elegance
Each word marks intelligence
A symbol of controlled temperance

by: olive_eloi
6:34pm
01/19/2014
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Details | Free verse | |

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

                                                     11-1-2014
                                                        17h46


Details | I do not know? | |

The Visit

Her sandy brown hair was all a mess.
Ice cream stains upon her dress.
Sitting on the curb of a no parking zone,
Appearing scared and all alone.

She sat silent, but tears filled her eyes.
My heart couldn?t ignore her desperate cries.
I knelt beside her, placed my hand on her arm.
I am here to help, I mean you no harm.

Where is your Mother? I softly said.
She let out a sigh and lifted her head.
Her angelic voice quivered, ?I do not know.Ó
She was just here a moment ago.

We came from the store when I dropped my ball.
I went to run after it, then I heard her call.
?Stay out of the streetÓ so I stopped on the lawn.
When I turned back my mother was gone.

I looked all around, there was no one in sight.
We will find your mother, it?ll be alright.
I will take you home, do you know the way?
I don?t know my address she began to say.

Can you describe your house, what color is it?
It?s yellow and white next to a big gravel pit.
Thank goodness I knew the house she meant,
I took her by the hand and away we went.

Walking a short distance, we could see her house.
This sad little girl became joyful and rouse.
She burst through the gate, her mom waiting there.
The woman only reacted with an empty stare.

She was totally oblivious to her daughters return.
I approached the woman with great concern.
Excuse me Ma?am, but are you ok?
?I lost my daughter just yesterdayÓ

She ran after a ball, but I yelled too late.
A reckless drunk driver decided her fate.
We bury her Thursday, then she let out a cry.
?Why dear God did she have to die?Ó

I couldn?t believe my very own ears,
Nor could I hold back my heartrending tears.
You may not believe me, but I just have to say;
?I was visited by an angel todayÓ

I could never explain the why or how.
But I can assure you, she is with you now.
Together forever, never will you part.
As long as you keep her within your heart.


Details | I do not know? | |

Merely female

Hushed by the stares
The moves, the everything
For in your eyes
Feeble and frail
Are synonyms 
Of  female
 
This silence is everywhere
In relationships, busy streets
Corporate realms and cowering in the dark
If only they knew the epicness
Deep within her heart
 
Humility preserved always
Glides clandestinely thru the noise
Lest they glance her shadow
And mistake it for her voice
Anxiety bubbles, bemoaning, bottled
A certain subtle potential overwhelming kapow!
But hushed by the stares
The daily humans who say no
 
Are her heart and mind worth naught?
In this bullying world
Too busy shouting and staring
To even recognize her
Much more listen to her thoughts?
 
Must she continue pacing this life?
God forbid she should rise
Be hushed and muted
Unsung to this realm
Fragile and frail
Lest we forget
She is merely female.


Details | I do not know? | |

Heart And Soul

I see in your heart I see Inside your Soul

I feel the feelings only you can see or know

I feel your pain from deep down inside

And know the hurt and feelings combined

Your an Amazing,Sweetheart this you should know

Don't let anyone take that from deep inside your Soul

The hurt you feel the anguish deep down inside

will only go away if you learn to let go and cry

The release is so great and healing. Refreshing I would say

That your heart will grow warmer and warmer each day

The Love you have inside shows in your outer glow

So let that glow reach deep down to where it needs to go

You are Beautiful on the inside and out dont let anyone

ever make you dought. Take control and let your inner

 light glow.. Come on girl let's give them a beautiful show

Don't lighten your glow for anyone you know let it shine

 and always abound..

Just know this to me you are one of the most Beautiful Souls

One of the most precious I have ever encountered on this earth

Although our friendship is beginning to bloom in leaps and bounds

I feel in my heart there is plenty of room for it still to grow

You are the most open, welcoming, sweetheart of a girl that I know

It feels like our friendship has been around forever your already in my soul

I Love you more than words could ever express I'll always be here

to help with any and all Stress or obstacles you go through

So know in me a True friend you have found one that promises to

NEVER let you down!!!!

Written By: Christina Kirks McCullouch

03/17/2013


Details | Free verse | |

2012

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. 

THUMP-THUMP!, THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP!

   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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Thirty Years Ago


Man and woman, pledging no more to be single
Bride and groom, excited that their lives would mingle.
Husband and wife, in love, with hopes and dreams aglow
We were married at the chapel, thirty years ago.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The ways I love you

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There are so many different kinds of love
That going around in the world to day
So just telling your girlfriend I love you
Has become so very complicated to say

Now you have learn to explain to her
Let her know she’s a very special girl
So she knows she have from you
All of the different kinds love in the world

You have to give her your family love
So even if she drives you crazy everyday
Just like with some of your miserable family
You will still love them anyway

Then you have to show your pet love
What ever pets she has you must love it to
And you must never show you are angry
Even if her pets mess in your brand new shoe

Then you have to learn to love all her friends
But don’t expect her to like yours
When your friends comes over send them home fast
But you must treat hers like you are Santa clause

But be careful of the Fair- friendship love
When her friends only like you when they need something
Try your best to keep it all meeting in pubic places
Because they could go and tell her you were flirting

Always give the movie star Celebrity love
Oh my GOD. You are the most beautiful girl I seen
And show her you have her picture in your wallet
Then say that she should be on them beauty magazine

Then you have to turn on the Attraction love
Just stand and look at her like you’re hypnotize
Saying Hmmm, you’re so cuuuuuuute. To make her blush’
And telling her she is the apple of your eyes

And when coming to the romantic love
Tell her I’m so happy I could SING it from the rooftop.
But that would be weird. But I don’t CARE.’
Want the world to know my love for you will never stop

Then go into the relationship love mood
By helping her with the cooking in the kitchen
Even cleaning and Taking out the trash
Not afraid to try your hand at dish washing

And now at last you show her the lasting love
Telling her how you love he for so many years
How you get along well and are comfortable together
And you want to be with her and no one else

I hope all you guys take my good advice
And use it on your woman and you won’t regret
And I intend to practice exactly what I preach
But its just that I don’t have a woman as yet


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God is God and I am man

God is God and I am man
God made man from dirt and sand
God made woman from mans side
God gave woman for mans bride
God gave them both a garden fair
God gave it all but one tree that was there
God said don't eat or you will die
Satan came in and told woman a lie
Woman chose to eat and then did man
God locked the two out of that land
Man tilled the earth and his garden he grew
Woman was fruitful she bore two
Cain was a farmer and his seconds he brought
Able tended sheep and gave his best as one ought
Cain for selfishness God chastised
Able for faithfulness was rightouse in Gods eyes
Cain let his jealousy stew and brew
Abel his brother he viciously slew
God saw mans sin grow by leaps and bounds
God sent a flood to wash them from the ground
God saved Noah and his family
God saved some animals all that you see
Noah built the ark and in they went
Gods wrath poured out His anger he vent
God put a rainbow in the sky
God repented then promised to you and I
Never will I flood the whole world again
And on Gods oath you can depend
Man again forgot who he was
Man sinned as he pleased just because
God He knew just what to do
God sent His son for me and you
Woman chose to obey the Lord
God gave her His son and He she bore
Christ was born the sinless man
Christ stood where no mere man can
Christ took our sin He took it all
Christ let man take and beat Him raw
Christ let man torture and nail Him to a cross
Christ shed all of His blood so no one would be lost
Christ gave His life and was laid in a borowed tomb
Satan thought is was over man had met his doom
Christ in three days from that tomb He came
Man now had life from the lamb that was slain
Christ lives forever triumphant and true 
Gods most preciouse gift for me and you


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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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Thought It Was Right

 It's a funny thing  we have in this relationship we call love ,
I know this one thing for sure and  that it was not from above.
   Struggle as we may day after day week after week,
Doesn't seem to matter we can never reach what we seek.
    In my heart I know what  I have felt for most my life,
Forever it seems I have wanted you to be my loving wife.
    But there's always been this small wedge between  you and I,
You just were unable to stop yourself from telling me lies.
     Oh there were days that were so good and felt so right ,
It always changed before we had ever reached the night .
     A very sad thing to see hop[es and dreams fade away,
Nothing left but to remember those wonderful  days .
     Still I believe in relationships that are filled with love,
The ones that are truly made by the hands from above.
       So much will be lost  and will never be recovered ,
But  there will be so much  more gained with a new lover.
       A far cry from what I had dreamed my life would be,
Yet I will continue on in search of a love meant just for me.
Tac


Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


Details | Senryu | |

Standing Woman

She stands there Her heart all askew… Backless dress Russell Sivey Form Modern Senryu


Details | I do not know? | |

I Want to Walk with You

I Want to Walk with You
 
I want to walk with you with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our dreams reaching for the sky
 
Dreams of simple joys and of peace and of mirth
For all our fellow travelers on this delightful earth
 
Dreams not of wealth or of positions of high standing or of mighty power
Simple dreams of a walk in the aftermath of a Johannesburg evening rain-shower
 
Dreams of bread and water and dignity and shelter and clothes for all
Dreams where all fellow travelers may together walk this earth proud and tall
 
I want to walk with you, my fellow traveler, with our heads held high
Never pandering to power, never silent in the face of its abuse
Always firm in our convictions that we can all make peace if we only try
 
If we try to stop and think and sometimes not to look the other way
If we practice what our different creeds really teach, we will surely see that day
 
When we all, fellow travelers may walk with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with our heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our collective dreams reaching for the sky
 
Call me silly, call me naive, call me hopeless, and if you must, call me weak
But is this not the common good that our different creeds and cultures all seek?
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



Details | I do not know? | |

She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



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Temptation

Satan's temptation would be quite strong
To give me exactly what i most long
A woman of my dreams strong, sexy, and smart
And use her to tempt me into something dark

A woman with hips and a beautiful face
Who moves her body with a ballerina's grace
She loves and embraces,faking sweet innocence
Employed by Satan to erase all my goodness

Her false smiles and fake love would make my heart beat
Her voice of praise would be such a treat
Conquered by the enemy i become a pawn
Tricked by his worker, this girl that i fawn

But since i know my temptations i work to improve
To detect the falseness and to not be moved
This type of temptation just might not work
But I'm sure their are others for him to resort


Details | Didactic | |

A MISSION OF MERCY

In the book of John it relates the history
of Jesus' mission of Christian mercy
when Jesus encounters a Samaritan woman near a drinking well
it was a meeting between two nations whose relationship was one of hell
the Jews and the Samaritans did not get along
each felt the other's method of worship was inherently wrong
separated by paganistic practices and supposed sins
discrimination and name calling again, again and again
yet it doesn't seem that much different than today's society
where different ethnic groups display the same hate and hostility
but Jesus interjected Himself, He came to intervene
on a mission of mercy and tolerance never before seen
to bring abundant love and life to a world cloaked in misery
and give living water to quench the drought that has parched humanity
to step from behind the stained glass windows of the churches and synagogues
and into the hearts and minds of men and spread the goodness that is God

John touched on a theme that's occurred several times in the Scriptures
when a man of God meets a woman and a spiritual wedding can be pictured
on a mission of mercy to cross that Great Divide
to bring people together on the same spiritual side
Jesus told that Samaritan woman He knew of her past
about the five husbands that she had outlast
but whether she was divorced or widowed from them
it's not mentioned in the text so don't assume any sin
but Jesus saw beyond that and looked into her heart
He treated her with respect and held her in regard
she knew He was a prophet by His very words
she told Him of the things about Jews she had heard
Jesus the Christ then went into His missionary mode
He said in order to worship God you don't need any certain code
as there is no specific time nor any special place
for one to worship the God of righteousness, truth and grace
a mission of mercy is what Jesus came to convey
He even revealed to her who He really was that day

mankind has a problem looking pass the surface and into the heart
we can't seem to get the message that we're all equal in the eyes of God
we come with our bigotry, prejudice and hate
we can't even agree on the issue of faith
but Jesus the Christ gave us a lasting legacy
to love one another and to live life as a mission of mercy


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Creation, Curse and Promise

Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.

That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree?  Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.

Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.

A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.

Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.

For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between.  Choose now.

For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.

Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells


The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells


Memories of those delicate tinkling bells,
casually fastened around calloused feet,

take hold of my waking moments,

and fling my thoughts back to a distant time,
where folk-songs were heartily sung,
joyful, yet hopelessly out of rhyme.


I barely saw her, a construction labourer perhaps,
hauling bricks, cement, anything, on a scorching Delhi day,
while in the semi-shade of a Gulmohar tree, her infant silently lay.


A cacophony of thoughts such as these swirl around,
yanking me away from the now, to my cow-dung littered childhood playground.


Now, a lifetime of displacement has hushed the jangling chorus of the past,
to a faint trickle of sounds, as distant as an ocean heard inside tiny sea-shells,

and,

I know, that the orchestral nostalgic crescendo, rises, dips, and swells,
as tantalisingly near, yet a world of time away, as were the tinkling of her ankle-bells.







Details | Light Poetry | |

Never throw stones

It had been a bad day, she kicks off her shoes.
grabs the one thing from the fridge, that remove's all her blues, 
its cool and refreshing, it tingles, it clean's, 
it comes in a bottle, if you know what I mean.

The uniforms want washing, the children need feeding, 
the house needs cleaning, everyone is just 'needing'!!
just a sip here and there, when no one is looking, 
her man comes in the kitchen, she pretends she is cooking.

She 'smiles' and she's 'happy', if only they knew,
the pain in her head, every hour it grew.
she's expected to be normal, a mother, a wife,
who's going to help this woman, struggling with life?

The med's are not working, she cant work out why,
shes helpless and scared and just wants to cry.
a new day tomorrow, please god she stays strong, 
and leaves that wine bottle, where it belongs.

She has things to do, but she lets it all pass,
she hides in the garden, and fills up her glass, 
everything is messy, her home and her mind,
people do judge, they are so unkind.

The help that she needs is support and love, 
not judging or slagging, just give her a hug!
she's afraid and lonely, your help it is needed,
shes crying inside, her heart it is bleeding.
 
Take time from your life, to ask 'how is your day?', 
not look down your nose, in your usual way.
be kind and be caring, please don't be so cold,
People in glass house's, should never throw stones.


This was inspired my a few things going on around me at the moment. xx maxine xx


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

CHARACTER Version 2

What the world 
Thinks a woman is?
That's her 'reputation'.

Sadly, 
It's often based
On false accusation,
Prejudice and supposition.

Upon further investigation
What's been found, 
She really is?
That's her 'character'.

For its her heart's 
Attunement and intention,
That truly matter. 
(Hence, the question.)

At any rate
Though it is fate,
Which presents 
Her circumstances,

Love still requires 
That a woman 
Take her chances,
To determine her character.
In that way 
The seeds of 
Her wisdom will scatter.

If here and now
 She were to somehow,
Receive an unexpected
And sudden impact,
How would she react?

How would she respond?
If the truth be known,
Character is a diamond 
That scratches a little,
Every other stone.

Yet never 
Has there been
A magic wand, 
Rock or crystal
More powerful 
Than a woman's
Strong backbone.

 We each need 
A mind and will
Of our own,
To fulfill.

Character 
Is a victory, 
Not a gift.
 Underneath the mystery
Lies the lesson 
To uplift.

Character, 
As a kettle 
Once mended,
Always requires repairs.

Sin, 
As a bad habit
Once transcended,
Always requires prayers.

Like the story goes,
A person shows 
What she is;
By what she does 
With what she has,
Not by whom 
She knows.

Self-determinism 
Is fine but needs 
To be tempered 
With self-control.

Misfortune will
Usually decline wherever 
Soul recognition
Becomes 
The ultimate goal.

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Wisdom Poetry by Rev.Bola A
(copyright: 12May'12)
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Details | I do not know? | |

Your Own Solution

For we as singles and couples have a tendency to pass judgement 
upon individuals who don't do exactly what we do for 
instance
Individuals on the outside have a tendency to see other people 
kissing and holding hands and we automatically say they should get a room
and/or
When individuals see a man feeding a woman at dinner or at the movies then individuals
have a tendency to respond with a comment of her fingers are not broken and/or that woman must have him whipped instead of embracing the fact that he is treating her like a QUEEN
as she rightfully deserves.
If individuals /couples realize that not everything that works for others will work for them and instead of criticizing other peoples relationship they should be taking out the time to find their own solution to make their relationship work.
Be it may if every relationship takes the time out to figure out what works for them more relationships would work.


Details | Narrative | |

My Thoughts

Here I am. Alone here I sat. 
My mind wrapped in many thoughts. 
Those I care not to have. 
The ones of my life, a woman near my heart. 
The pain and pleasures are like doing uppers and downers. 
Feeling your hearts going burst if it don't cease. 
What does one do in this case I wonder? 
It's not of my heart I want destroy but loving as the man I am. 
There the differculties are with being human. 
Not being able to control the thoughts as they run wild. 
What is it really like to live alone? 
I know its lonely but how does one cope with this? 
Even when their thoughts are upon things that matter. 
How does the mind think or is it really the heart feeling these thoughts? 
I know that's where the pain exist because its not my head that hurts. 
It is the thinking of having everything you ever wanted in life. 
Including the woman you love so dearly. 
It is of my sucess I have accomplish even after many have robbed me blind. 
It is that will to survive that keeps my fight alive. 
But that of my inner being telling me that life is a lie. 
That it's only a joke to live. 
But there I have struggle still standing tall even when I am knock down. 
It is the eye of the tiger and the roar of a lion I cry. 
That of my soul just feels like screaming to the top of my lungs and falling to my knees and 
saying,lord take me. 
Ease this pain I'm in. 
But let not life kill me nor my thoughts I have. 
But make me stronger in thy ways. 
But end this day and not let me wake. 
For I am dieing of these thoughts and feelings I have,Please! 
Somebody help me before I go insane and lose my mind. 
These thoughts are crazy but of a woman I love. 
That I can not stand the thought of her in others arms. 
But my thoughts is I must go on. 
Because I am the man I am and there's nothing I can do about this. 
Except stay strong and survive until the day of my life has come. 
By then,I probably be old and grey,still wondering how I'm going to make the next day.


Details | Romanticism | |

Locked In And Set

What happens when two are destined to drift 
Slowly forever apart?

They'll tell each other of crossing paths again
One day, that this is just a new start!

Time marches on though
While these two meet many others...

But to their first true love
They won't ever forget...

Because their hearts, for each other
Have been Locked In And Set


Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



Details | Free verse | |

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





Details | Rhyme | |

God's Plan for Marriage


There’s a truth that remains since 
the beginning of time.
God created man and woman, 
 with marriage in mind.

From the dust of the ground,
Adam was formed.
From his side came Eve.  A new life was “born!”

God’s design for marriage became 
very evident and clear…
If not for Adam and Eve,
 none of us would be here!

Marriage is a blessing from God.  
A gift from God above.
A man and a woman come together
 as an expression of their love.

Anything different than one man 
and woman is perverted.
This is a lie from our culture that
 is trying to be “inserted.”

God gave us all a natural love 
with a strong ambition.
To come as a husband and wife 
is a God given intention!

Read from the books of Genesis
 thru Revelation…
God’s idea of marriage is
 for any person or nation.

Many can try to change what God
 has already designed.
It’s no wonder why so many have 
“confused” minds.

Let’s come back to God and
 trust him with our life!
The one who set up marriage as; 
“one husband and one wife!”

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Light Poetry | |

The 21st century

This new age technology
Have me confuse I must confess
Cause while I spending more money
Everything else is getting less

I will give you some example
Hope you don’t get depress
But if I’m telling the truth 
Just answer and tell me yes

Our telephones now
Are all wire wireless
And them new stoves
 Now are completely fireless

A woman in Trinidad washing cloths
On the tree she throws her dress
I ask her why not use a line
She say she going wireless

Google making new cars now
That is driverless
And you just press a button to start
Its is also keyless

They even changing fast food also
To make them completely fatless
So you can eat all you want
While your wallet become cashless

A woman in Malaysia
Have to children who are jobless
And she quarrelling with her husband
Because them wives today are fearless

So while the cost of living rising
Our value become less
The world is in recession
Those leaders are directionless

Today you see young couples
Some of them cheat so heartless
Because to them relationships
Are completely meaningless

Some today have bad attitudes
And live life so careless
And when you tell them good morning
They say mind your own business

 My friend the romantic dude 
With then women he has success
But if he don’t marry one
Then he will be living wifeless

The fees in universities are expensive
While education are become valueless
And everywhere in the world today
You will meet people who are manner less

A man buys his wife a perfume
They call it timeless
Then he trying to lose some weight
so he drink is completely  sugarless

My girlfriend gives me lunch in a bowl
It was completely soup less
Them ask me if my belly full
Saying today we going foodless

So I tell her yes darling
It was so delicious
Because if I hurt her feeling
She might leave me loveless

Yes the 21 st century
Has everything is getting less
But still am and optimist
And will keep my hope endless


Details | I do not know? | |

She



A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.





Details | Light Poetry | |

I AM

I AM
I am the cool breeze playing through your hair
I am the soft whispers of the flower petals against your ear
I am the tree standing heroically above the fields grasses
I am the sun shining victoriously over the night
I AM

I AM
I am the face you caress in your time of love 
I am the hand you squeeze when you are scared
I am the one you hug when you are joyful
I am your love
I AM

I AM
I am the independent woman before you
I am the one who has survived their hate
I am not the "lady" sipping her tea
I am the strong, independent woman God made
I AM ME


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Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today

Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today


With new dress and suit, flowers, and hair fixed just right
The dreams, plans, and labors of our lives would unite

My brother and his gal stood beside us on the spot
To give witness to the world that we tied the knot

We stood nervous before the preacher at his home
Promised to cling to each other; never to roam

Said “I do” to the questions; gave the preacher his pay
Man and wife; fifty-seven years ago today.


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Tater Sack Annie

On a raft in the river tied to a tree, lived in an old woman of whom most folks made fun. She didn't talk much, most thought she was dumb. Kids being curious, and the summer being hot, the cool of the river drew our disobedient lot. We kids soon discovered the crude raft and the tent. We oddly made friends with its strange occupant. Tried as we might to find out her name. All we got was a smile from the toothless old dame. One thing for certain we kids soon found out. Social graces she lacked, but her kindness made up for that fact. Times being tough and money being tight, often we kids confided our plight. She didn't care if we were dirty or poor. She loved her little friends all the more. We didn't mind her fashion was lack. She wore a dress made from and old "tater sack." What troubled us was she didn't have a name. We didn't care from where she came. One day as we sat on the bank, a thought came to mind. We were disgusted with folks being unkind. "Everybody's got a name," said one. "Let's call her 'Tater Sack Annie'", said another, so it was done. Annie smiled at us. She liked her new name. She didn't say much, just smiled again. She motioned for us kids to her camp for lunch. She always fed our whole bunch. Fried taters, catfish and greens. All of us believed she was a woman of means. Several summers went by. One year the fall came. A saturday night, folks out for a lark. Didn't see Annie walking home in the dark. Somebody sent, and a somber Sherriff came, "Anybody her know her name?" He spoke to the group. Two boys stepped forward, both knelt to a stoop. "That's our 'Tater Sack Annie'", they spoke in a low tone. Both their faces ashen and as white as bone. Today in a churchyard no monument gleams. Only a simple stone reads, "Annie a lady of means."

Written by my grandmother Sandra Burch


Details | I do not know? | |

The Color Green

A green eyed beauty living the life of luxury
A woman who only wants one thing
Green money

A green eyed beauty living the life of passion
A woman who strives on being perfect
Green envy

A green eyed beauty living the life of lies
A woman who is powerful and rich
Green money

A woman who only wants one thing but knows nothing
A woman who only wants to spend the truth
A woman who knows what to buy, but not what to own
A woman who knows no limits
Green envy and Green money

A life of madness
A life of passion
A life of lies
Green money, Green money, Green money


Details | Free verse | |

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
best,
that she had got right down off her
soapbox---
for she just couldn’t shake the memory
of that man slapping that woman so hard
that she could hear it across a crowded
street---
worse yet,
she couldn’t shake the idea that she hadn’t
done a thing to stop it.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Bio | |

I Am Whole

with my originality 
came my individuality 
because of those 
i had no problem with my journey to naturality 
my eyes began to open 
starting to live in reality 
started to see that friendship was quality 
--not quantity 
my real friends showed me things i always didnt want to see 
& i began to be 
ME 
100 percent 
completely 
no misconceptions 
of what it meant 
to love myself 
mind, body, and soul 
no longer as a half 
i am now whole 

owner of my own 
no longera slave to society 
constantly trying to be someone that is not me 
i am 
JAZMEN 
spelled with a Z 
you see? my originality 
possibly-came from the woman who gave birth to me 
& from the ones that came before she 

but still, 
long ago i always stuck with the crowd 
slave to certain rules 
always tried not to be so loud 
i allowed 
my surroundings to get the best of me 
that ended 
November 4, 2008 
i was 16 
when i made the decision 
to follow my vision 
with such precision 
my chemical processed hair 
fell to the floor 
slave to society no more! 
FREE! 
i became free! 
to be exactly who & what i wanted to be-- 
Me 
JAZMEN with a Z 
no longer a naive girl 
but a FREE black woman 
i embrace my 
originality, individuality--and now my naturality 
100% - completely 
with my mind, body, & soul 
i am whole


Details | I do not know? | |

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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.          


Details | Rhyme | |

Concrete Pathway

Walking down the concrete pathway I sure find my mind wandering The view takes my breath away As rain wets the ground meandering There is a woman right there before me Stark in contrast wearing a bright red Walking a separate path seemingly Not paying attention to what is being said I venture onwards on another path A crossroad I do see in front of me The woman went one way in her wrath I go the other, a great hope that I see Rain pours over the smooth even ground Discoloring the way, I see a slick surface The rain pitter-pats making a soothing sound Showing a way that I might go and face The lady in red walks with a purpose She moves away, down the other road Unhappy and frail with everything to lose And no feeling left for her abode Though she frowns in disappointment The ground she walks on is sunny She makes it to the destination appointment Not a thing about her seems remotely funny I smile a little knowing I’m on track There will be sunshine somewhere along the way Though it rains and seems out of whack I am happy that things are really okay My route is true and it is perfection Though I might be far from it on my own The Lord is the greatest path’s reflection And I will be in great hands as it’s shown
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Standing At A Crossroads" contest 11/5/2012


Details | Rispetto | |

Pale Mood

Sadly she sits on her brand new couch with ease Sitting elegantly in her midday dress Her wine sits on a table, it seems a tease She looks sad just like someone that could care less Her white cat lies at the foot of her settee She rubs the belly of the lovely kitty The woman sighs with an emphatic exhale Her grief ignited by her mood that is pale Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Watching

I watched

I watched when I was younger, a woman lose her life

To a man, to a rock, to a knot, and never become a wife.

I watched when I was seven the most beautiful woman alive

She was oh so amazing, with big brown eyes

And two dimples at the corner of her smile

Before and now, she has walked a thousand.

I watched a woman began to hate

Herself and her life and begin to question her fate.

I watched a woman meet her prince

Only to be abused, and used at her own expense

And introduced to the “rock” of her life

That later brought on never ending strife.

I watched a little boy tie his shoestrings in a knot

 A woman reach up, to cup, and feel a knot

A daughter fight back the knot in her chest

 For her mom has lost her right, and now left breast

A son that was buried underneath the sun

Only to think of the “rock” because, this is where it begun.


Details | Classicism | |

Ode To Napoleon

Restlessness in spirit...
he became 'The Corsican,'
over-bearance of a mother
he was forced to take a stand!
And he became...
Anxious!

Counter-veiling parent ways,
a struggle for his life.
A paradox, he was attached
to Josephine, his wife.
And he became...
Lonely!

From his father he derived,
magnetic forces... not contrived.
From his mother, discipline...
as an influence he would win!
And he became...
Aggressive!

All his moods authenticated,
and his habits demonstrated!
One reserved... he was alone...
when provoked and on his own,
he became...
Ruthless!

As a 'poor boy' he embittered,
cynicism as he whithered.
Feelings all about his mother...
made him wary of another.
And he was...
Suspicious!

Pessimism without rest,
as he tried to be the best!
Perfectionism with disdain,
Napoleon, he would remain...
Impatient!

A Romantic fantasy...
as he struggled to be free!
Contradiction... he persisted...
obstacles which he resisted,
and he became...
Neurotic!

Self-destruction played a part,
'Raison d etat' became his art!
His adventures they'd explain...
a defiance for his gain.
And he became...
Impulsive!

Betrayal was a theme in life,
his possession for a wife.
Hail Josephine in all her flare...
but she became a snare!
And he was...
Depressed!

Money, it was his obsession,
predominant in his depression!
Napoleon was...
Reckless!

Sexuality for his desire,
when a woman was on fire...
Napoleon was so naive
for any woman to receive,
and he became...
Secretive!

A pragmatist or so it seems,
a fantacist with his own dreams...
Two sides of great Napoleon,
but he would win!
And he became...
Lucky!

Napoleon, he was a charmer...
indecisive in his armor.
Napoleon, he had his way...
all his men that he would sway,
and he became...
Intollerant!

An intellect with awesome range,
prodigious memory without change.
A lucid mind that he offset...
those qualities which he'd regret.
Napoleon became...
Romantic!

An intellectual was at war,
satisfaction to get more!
All for his imagination
he became...
Obsessed!

Napoleon, he searched for light,
in the sky for his delight.
He claimed he saw his star...
and he went far!
And he became...
A Hero!

and crowned himself...
Emperor!


Robert's Book of Poetry
from Napoeloen...A Biography
by Frank McLynn


Details | Rhyme | |

the betrayal

                      (10/8/12)

She was a faithful wife, friend, mother and lover
With the man in her life there was no other.
She thought she was his companion and confidante
And another woman he did not want.

But he had a secret that he could not tell
Of another woman he knew quite well.
He was going to play cards he had said:
Then went and climbed into her bed.

This went on for quite some time
Till he was seen by prying eyes.
She then was told by a friend
And her tears rolled down without an end.

She followed him one night to his so called game
And the address she was given was exactly the same.
She felt humiliated and betrayed
And her life would never be the same.

When he came home that night
He found his suitcase outside the door
With a note : I never want to see you any more
You had betrayed my love and trust
 and my Pain is much to much
So take your things and go to her bed
From this moment on you are dead.

Alongside the note there were pictures of
The two embracing and kissing in the dark
Thinking they was alone in the park.

Now his betrayal came to light
As he begged and pleaded with all his might.

© L . RAMS


Details | I do not know? | |

Vula Amehlo - Zulu for open your eyes

Vula Amehlo (open your eyes)

"Vula Amehlo"is Zulu for "open your eyes"

Vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
though eyes aren’t needed to behold
the flowing tears of those of us, left out in the cold

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
the time to turn your back is long gone
no time now to pander and no time now to fawn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we the people are hungry, angry, and our skin is torn
though we say it loudly, unbowed we are, and not forlorn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we may be invisible and tucked away far from you
but we are here, still, waiting for the promise of freedom to come true

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
you see us sometimes, though you avert your gaze
come on now, compatriots, awaken from your complacent daze

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we are the open wound that festers on your ostentatious display
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
as you roll down your windows and toss us some coins, look in our eyes
we are your slumbering consciences, we are the famished proof of your lies

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
forget us not as you tuck your pretty children in, and turn off the lights
we too are the children whose mothers, fathers fought for all our peoples’ rights

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
don’t think that we are bitter and livid for no reason or cause
we have been waiting and waiting, for days and a decade, without any pause

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
vula amehlo
mothers and fathers
vula amehlo
brown and white and all shades of this rainbow so bright
we repeat what we said, we are not going to melt away into the night
vula amehlo
one and all
our patience is being tested from day to day, year to year
we have listened to your promises and we now demand that you hear
vula amehlo
open your eyes
and see us, and hear us clearly, and hear us today
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
open your eyes



Details | Bio | |

Skin I'm In Part Three

I remember my father’s skin scarcely wrinkled as he approached 80 years,
 the Native American in him brushed across his cheekbones even on his painful 
death bed. 
I remember the skin of my mother, still soft and warm, as she lay dying; 
she had fabulous, resilient, rich, black, glowing skin.  
I think she looked less wrinkled and tired then I do now but it may be hero 
worship.  
She wore her skin well, was proud of being human and alive and a woman and a 
survivor and a mother and proud of being B- L- A- C- K before it was a fashion 
and she cherished all beings in all skins-feeling at ease with all-treating 
everyone as if they were royalty and precious as velvet- because she was the 
royal one. I hope I live long and good enough to get to where my mom lay dying 
as she was a woman who was comfortable in her own skin.


Details | Couplet | |

ANOTHER CHANCE

   


             ANOTHER CHANCE

Knew a woman who was caught
In a lie that someone bought
Couldn’t find the sun in day
Couldn’t smile a thin bouquet

Knew a woman who got old
Time flew by while she raged bold
Then alone was all she knew
Couldn’t make a grey sky blue

Forgotten was the light tossed sky
Stardust’s beauty passed her by
Lost were voices of her past--
Life is fragile first to last

Luck gave her a trusty friend
Dragged her from a lonely end
Now she sits among her flowers
Not alone --in treasured hours


Details | I do not know? | |

Lesson from woman

-First episode

Gloom but mute
Dark in eyes where was flame
And my wife whom I thought
I keep out of storm
She asked me
Oh sweet heart where is your glow
In murmuring sound I said
I am OK just to save you
Baby
I try to keep the gale out of wall
In her soft sound but firm she told
Baby you already brought in
Bring your shine back and talk
Share with me baby your obscurity
And I will be secure
Open your heart release your load
Thanks my sweet heart
I am free and no more gloom
In my house
No effort like open heart in love

That lesson learned
For woman I love


Details | Narrative | |

My Awsome Great Grandma contest

I knew CRAZY ran in my family from a young age,
I saw it written all over my future page,
I was blessed to have known my Great Grandma while I was still young,
She was a little old lady that always sung,
But when she got mad you stayed out of her way,
For a woman who did not speak any English she had much to say,
Straight out of Italy, off a little farm,
This lady was capable of doing a lot of harm,
I recall walking at the age of eight,
Down a long road we met our fate,
Late in the day a man ran up on her,
This memory is vivid, It has no blur,
He grabbed her purse and kept on running,
Little granny was extremely cunning,
At age eighty five she was still so alive
A woman with vigor, she had quit the drive,
She ran fast after him and boy did she win,
I'll never forget great granny's sick little grin,
She grabbed her purse and beat him down,
Thank God there were people all around,
They called the cops and grabbed that guy,
I stood in amazement, I didn’t cry,
She showed no fear that special day,
Who would have thought little granny could fight that way,
Now I know woman have a unique type of skill,
When you mess with them or their children, their instinct is to kill,
I’ll cherish that moment for as long as I live,
Cheers to you great grandma you always knew had to GIVE.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Rhyme | |

At the Bottom of a Glass

Liquid swirls slowly at the bottom of her glass, diving in, she hits the bottom with a crash another waiting drink, another lost hour Just like her life waiting to be devoured A trepid woman used, a trusting woman scorned She's either second hand, ash in her wake, or alone and torn At the bar, a seedy man eyes her like a beast Objectified by men, she's not surprised in the least She reapplies her lipstick and gets up to dance In the corner of her eye, the door cries last chance Her heels click across the room; she takes him by the hand With no respect for herself, she cannot understand These men will never love her the way she desires She's just another notch on their belt to acquire As the bartender yells "last call", she kisses his cheek They start to leave together with no words to speak But before they get to the door, she drains one last ale Sadly, just like her life feels, it's sour and stale. April 7, 2012 for And With A Sip Contest (Paula Swanson)


Details | Rhyme | |

Women made me

I focus on my attributes in hope to one day compete
With them so called, "players and g's"
A wide skill level, intelligent approach to life
From writing poetry to being the best in a fight

I raise my intellect because girls don't like stupid
Began to learn in order to help cupid
Various knowledge, gained  just to impress
But i kept going, curious as to what i'll learn next

I play piano because i was inspired by movies
Where with a sweet song, you get that girl nice and gooey
She falls for you, and then you have your queen
And all you had to do was flick some keys

I blow that clarinet to use it like a net
Sweeping women off there feet with musical clefs
It feels nice as my fingers fly
Closing the keys and emitting soft sighs

At first i was focused on the women
Never having any i hoped this would attract them 
Now i revel in it, i love the music
And so i have a whole different reason to do it

It was the same with sports, women love the stars
The athletes with chests and abs seen from afar
So i hit the field and began to improve
Proud of the new cuts and grooves

I started poetry with my first love note
Trying a new technique because nothing else worked
I began to enjoy so i continued to write
But my first poem was written because i wanted to be her knight

Without woman i'd of had no motivation
Never would of discovered my talents without inspiration
Besides without a woman i wouldn't be alive
So i have no respect for them rude guys

To all the ladies, i thank you and i hope you remain
Strong in relationships, please stay sane
And remember, not all of us are alike
You probably just overlook the guys that are nice


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Man's Plague

It’s so amazing just how naïve we are when we’re born,
Pure innocence in the flesh that only last but a while through the morn.
Cause life comes along to taint and stain the canvas violently,
With such ugly brush strokes that scar the flesh thoroughly.


Imagine how a babe grows up to go beyond hatred and kill his fellow brother,
Or how a pretty baby girl barely makes it to womanhood before she is eaten like lunch by her own father.
Where and when did I miss the day when God wrote in stone that it's a disgrace to be anything but white?
How comes these “superior” white humans can’t bleed liquid gold, cry diamonds, and escape every earthly plight?


How dreadfully ironic that the Justice System sees no need for justice against a heartless murderer,
Who’s a self-proclaimed hero claiming that he was purging a community of an “armed and dangerous nigger”.
But it’s a wonder how dangerous this boy really was considering his armor and weaponry,
A hoodie for a shield and his choice of ammunition… a packet of Skittels and a bottle of ice tea.


When did the Almighty die and pass on the throne to a man to give him the super power and authority,
To enchant a woman in the name of “love”only to abuse her…condemn her very nature and ravage her relentlessly!
Why is it that a woman feels so empty that she fills herself with every Tom, Dick and Harry,
And not one would rather help her lost soul, instead of passing her on to their friend named Jerry.


Is it really the malicious heart of life that seems to take pleasure in plaguing the earth,
Or is man really just a wolf in sheep clothing from birth?
Whatever and wherever the answer to this phenomenon hides one thing is true,
No number of political elections, warfare or Sabbath sermons will get us through.
Cause man is wicked, and will rob his own soul of peace like a heartless bandit,
Yet this same man yearns to be loved, although he will die before he himself shows it.


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The journeys end Adventure over your friend December 9th 11th 2007

A beautiful dream

You came into my life – such a beautiful dream.
The world lit up – became much brighter, it did seem.
Life came to this soul – my face, my smile did beam.
Mt heart came to life – my body did steam.

Love

Love was the fire – you are the desire,
that raised from the ashes, this dying soul.
There was spring in the air – in my heart,
and for once – in far to long a time – I was willing
to – like a rose on a bright light day – open up
to the possibilities I could care and be cared for.

Clouds

Clouds of doubt linger in the air throughout.
Time has passed leaving little doubt
that, with me – you will never be.

For me though, there will always be
the experiences that bought joy –
possibilities into my life, into my dreams.

For them my Dear, I will always be grateful.
You are the light that broke through
the black clouds that hovered above –
nourishing, from time to time a withering spirit.

You, my Dear, where drops of dew,
from which I might have quenched my thirst ?
You, my Dear, where the spirit that flew,
from which I might have learned to fly
so much higher – into brighter, bluer sky. 
 
My wings – my Dear, - have turned into dust .

B. J. “A” 2
December 11th 2007


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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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Secret Connection

How blissful is this 'relationship' for you?
What are the intentions of the emotions you put out when you call me boo?
To me...you're a fantasized ideal queen that every Knight dreams of,
You're the very physical essence of what an Angel would be if it came from above.

At first this was a physical attraction but I want you to believe I lust now for what I
believe is mine,
Not much time has gone by but even you have noticed the connection between us could very
well be a sign.
You have the qualities and uniqueness of a woman I've been waiting for,
You have the ambition of a strong woman and that's something I adore.

I see our attraction in my dreams and also in my nightmares,
That's the reason when I get around you I often start to stare.
Though at first it was sexual then later became emotional,
But will we always live a secret life or just become spiritual?

I can't read minds but your eyes and actions tell a lot,
My words are more of curiosity and missing a link than some thought out plot.
I ask of you to tell me are we suppose to be happy in the shadows like my dreams,
Or is the worse yet to come as we split apart like my nightmare scenes.

Honestly sweetheart I'm satisfied with this life of passion,
As The Law of The Universe states...actions equals reaction.
At this moment reminisce when we experienced our first kiss,
Now imagine yourself experiencing a long run of such a passionate bliss...


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Accused

A woman in the store said she
Had falsely been accused.
The situation seemed to be
Not easily defused.

She claimed a sales clerk followed her
And looked inside her bag
To see if possibly there was
An item she did snag.

The argument was getting loud;
I couldn’t help but hear.
The back and forth was jarring
In the store’s chic atmosphere.

I paid and left – I’ll never know
The end of that dispute.
It made me wonder how I’d feel
With sales clerks in pursuit.

For profile victims have to boil
With anger to the hilt,
Just knowing others look at them,
Imagining their guilt.

That woman might be innocent
Or possibly, a thief;
But I’ll admit, not being her,
I walked out with relief.


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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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Woman Floating High

Woman floating high She carries a magic wand Fairy God-Mother
Russell Sivey


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Woman

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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Shadow Of The Last Memory -part 3 - last

 
I thought if only you’re here with me now telling this story to our grandchildren, how wonderful it would be…you have always been the classical type. Somehow a woman of the meadows. The lady of the rise and set of the sun. And the lady of my life.
 
But an unexpected turn of the event brought the news upon us. I woke up knowing you’re never to be found near me. I was called you left. In my mind, you left with another man. You left not letting me know. I got to your place and run inside. …… moments later, I was back at my place.
 
There I am, back at my bedroom bed. Staring at nothing but an old picture of you and I. staring at it for hours and hours. Staring at it with your memory at my side. Why Bell? Why?.....you left me without saying goodbye. You left me without knowing the pain you’ve always had. You left, never telling me, you’re having our first baby…but you’re gone…and so is she….
 
Years passed, and all are still clear to me. Here I am now writing this letter as you have always hoped for. A promise I made to you long ago, to bury it that very same place where our dreams were born. And it is where it shall rest….with nothing but our memory and the last thing your father gave me before I left your house…the last thing he said you were holding, ….. the necklace I gave on that day…December 5, 1956….
 
To my Bell, the woman of my life…I shall be with you soon…just wait for me…wait and I’ll  be there…
 
 
 
With all my heart,
 
Jesse…
_________________________________

This is the last part :D. Thank you very much for your time..hope you enjoyed it. God bless


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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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Not another Girl I would rather forget

Love ain't a feeling, its a state of being
So if you feel in love, you probably ain't.
The anger and frustration will build up
Lie to yourself and your bound to erupt

Hes greasy, hes slimy, hes lying
He laughs behind you back when your crying
You don't know how you got onto his ride
Who hurts a 'friend' when they are crying on the inside

Don't be surprised if your dreams never go away
At night it is all connected like a rape
Feels like we were together just today
Just think about your father and what he would say

How could you do the things you did?
How could you live with the things you hid?
It is okay to be alone sometimes
Life doesn't always have to be a lie

You sold your soul for a glass of wine
You lost your mind at a bad time
And now you don't even know who you are
But deep down I still know you are a star

I don't know if you ever told me the truth
You looked after me when I had a bad tooth
And then we had that crazy new years eve
That is when I knew it was meant to be

But the lies they build up and broke me down
Still I will never forget our time in Cape Town
When the trust is gone, the trust is gone
But the love lingers like a ghost


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Chirping Bird

Being blindfolded She extends her hearing there A bird chirps along
Russell Sivey


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Grey Skies

I woke up today, the skies they were quite grey
I knew right then it was to be a dreadful awful day
For those dull dark clouds ignored all the crowds
They looked at me only - then this they had to say

Your woman is leaving - you can't make her stay
The love of your life is moving away
The clouds had to give me the painful awful truth
Then they reminded me I'm no longer a youth

When I wake up tomorrow, if that is the case
The only thing that's guaranteed those tears on my face
Now I ignore the crowds, 'cause of those damned clouds
For they had to let me know I'd run my final race

My woman is leaving - I can't make her stay
The love of my life is moving away
The clouds had to give me the painful awful truth
Then they reminded me I'm no longer a youth


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lines

The woman walks along the lonely shore
past shells that turn to dust beneath her feet;
the waves that kiss her toes too soon retreat
to leave them only colder than before.
 
Each strand of hair, the gentle winds explore
and tease the curves where neck and shoulder meet,
but like the breaths that once had whispered sweet,
the woman can not hear them anymore.
 
The woman scoops the sand from ocean floor
and silently the breezes blow each grain 
from longing fingertips that wait in vain;
their emptiness, she's trying to ignore.

Her eyes cast upward, seeming to implore
the universe to help her ascertain
if love's sweet sigh has passed, or should remain
a woman in her hope forevermore.

The woman watches sea birds as they soar
oblivious to laws of gravity,
and wishing she could only be as free - 
escaping from her own internal war.

She never thought she would be praying for
release from love beside expanse of sea;
where earth and sky refuse to disagree,
the woman strains to mend a faith now torn.

The woman, seeking solace, finds the core
of sorrow, and she traces single tear
through memories of but one blessed year
transcending the unfeeling ocean's roar.

The winds are blowing colder than before,
as sun departs and beckons nighttime near
the stars all seem to wink, then disappear...
the woman still is walking lonely shore


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The Sky, The Tree and the House

A man and woman 
Lived side to side
A tree and English house
A pen is found on former’s hand
That knows no fetterings

His tales are based on happiness
A simple life with a tree
While all the while the woman sighs 
The binds of residency

She brings her ladder down to him
Slowly down the tree
To invite him into her bleak
And somehow make him stay

The scarcity of the man’s life it seems
To be her serenity

And sadly so, she is declined
By the man who bears her love
A tear then falls to the saddened house
Accentuating the depression

A drop, five drops and a shower
As the skies sang with her sadness
The sky that longed the woman’s touch
Has decided how he could love her

The hardened tree falls at the man
In solemnity he was crushed 
To which befalls the irony
Her then desire was to be gone

Two bodies felled to the silent ground
The woman and the man’s
An oak that fell at storm’s command
A crime of love it seems

Love lost, unreturned and forever gone
Longings torn from the hearts


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Poetry is like... (part 2)

A feeling of love that runs through your soul and outshines your fears like
An estimated tenderly fulfillment between a soul and emotional tears like
A rich man’s bid between fancy sport car and a sexy woman like
The incredibility of a fine woman with long legs & fine features like
The elegance of the same woman in a sexy dress with high heals like
The roar sound of men hollering at this miss I’m hot with a smile like

The velocity of men praising God in seek of a woman’s heat like
The explicitly of a woman’s seduction in seek of love in a man like 
The patience, the tolerance and the craving that breaks a man in love like
The attention and worship given by men to the in-laws for a wife like

The smile a of gorgeous woman thinking I’m handsome enough for her like 
Her voice singing with the same smile I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day like
A poet falling and dreaming in love and destiny on a Sunday morning like
Let’s go to church the same Sunday to praise God and get married the same day 
like
A poet hoping to become the best in poetry session on Sunday night like


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Like Lambs To The Slaughter

I'm underneath the moonlight,
Alone with my thoughts tonight,
Thinking about those wrongs and rights,
Thinking about black and white.

I've known both love and lust;
I've seen both hate and trust.
Some want to hide what truly was;
That's what desire did to us.

As we were like lambs to the slaughter,
Blood was dumped in the water.
How could we be forgiven,
By the heart of our Heavenly Father?



©2014 Honestly JT


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The Art of Attraction

Said the short man in the three inch lifts, 
To the woman with the Botox lips, 
“People today are all so phony 
How can we know what’s not baloney? 
How do we find out what is real? 
And how do we know how we should feel?” 

Said the woman with the tinted lenses, 
To the short man honing his defenses, 
“Can’t you just believe in what you see? 
The sooner you do the happier you’ll be. 
Why do we need to find out what is real, 
When we are working so hard to conceal?” 

There’s a part of me inside, 
That I try my best to hide, 
Living in a guarded place, 
Tucked away without a single trace. 
None may enter and none may see, 
‘Cause if you did you might hurt me. 
So I only show the parts I want, 
To throw you off when you start to hunt. 

Said the short man with the facial hair, 
To the woman with the wide-eyed stare, 
You’ve got a beautiful augmented body, 
Can I drive you home in my Maserati? 
Even if it’s only lust that we’ll incite, 
We can fall in love at least for tonight. 

Said the woman with the perfect nose, 
To the short man, here’s what I propose, 
Let’s drink and dance right here for a while, 
Throw me a glance and I’ll give you a smile. 
Let’s give it a chance and maybe who knows? 
Let’s wait to see if anyone shows. 

There’s a part of me inside, 
That I try my best to hide, 
Living in a guarded place, 
Tucked away without a single trace. 
None may enter and none may see, 
‘Cause if you did you might hurt me. 
So I only show the parts I want,
To throw you off when you start to hunt.


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PLAY-BOY 2

You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

Plenty of fish in the sea, you gotta' use the right bait

Move fast, early bird gets the worm, don't be late

I'm a player, I attract all types of women

Get 'em all wet, like they're going swimmin'

Switch 'em up, more than I do my clothes

Got a different chick at all of my shows

Can't choose, there's too many to pick from

I beat that thing up like banging on a drum

Like fishes in water, I got 'em hooked

Chicks galore, schedule's filled, like a library I'm booked

We're in the bed more than hospital patients

Take my time, make sure she's satisfied, I got patience

They call me the Hulk, all I do is smash

It's a hit-and-run, not talking 'bout a car crash

Call it the thing on the side of your bed, one-night-stand

Kinda' like a hit TV show, I'm on demand


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Chasing Arrows

It's always just my luck,
She likes what she sees.
Otherwise, I'm not enough,
And she's not right for me.
If I tried too hard,
It's then I will fail.
The matters of my heart,
Will they soon prevail.




©2014 Honestly JT



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Manhood

The most important woman in your life,
A mom who provides everything for you and your siblings,
Filling in for a man who left when you weren’t born,
As young child you were always wild,
You became the curious, smart, talented, handsome, sweetest child,
Trouble was your nickname,
As young adolescent finding yourself was your trial every day,
Questioning your manhood,
Wondering around town to find yourself in this maze,
Your adventurous and wild heart isn’t to blame,
You know you have a lot of growing up to make,
You look for love in the arms of a woman willing to give it all,
Go on where ever it may be and make it an adventurous trip.


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Where are you now

Where are you now     I think about you day and night     How do I reach you     So I can make it right           I`ve called all your friends     Nobody has a clue      Can`t believe your gone     Can`t believe it`s true          Baby please come home     I want you back in my life Can`t live without you     My love, My woman, My wife          Remember I was your hero     I made it all come true     From the first time I saw you     Our love blossomed and grew      Never a harsh word between us     Together always,day and night    You never left my side  Your loving smile in plain sight          For years never turned my head     To look at a pretty face     With you my love at my side      The universe was in place          How do I tell you I`m sorry     My cries fall upon deaf ears     Saw me in bed with another woman     Left my world covered in tears          I put a bounty on our love     A reward to bring you back           You belong with me     Years ago we made a pact          Till death do us part     Through blue skies and stormy weather     Remember your vows     Promised to grow old together    Nobody can replace your love     Only one woman for me     You and I together     It was meant to be          Baby please come home     I want you back in my life     Can`t live without you     My love, My woman, My wife


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Riddle

The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small

Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail

Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability

You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way

Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt

With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me

The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth

The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife

You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve

I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain

Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower

Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true

Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath

Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily brake
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale

Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife

source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Memories Buried Alive

My mind calls attention to where I've been,
When I was alive in that lion's den.
Summer breeze on a winter's day,
That memory won't fade away.
Yeah, I know these skies are gray;
I pray, we don't press replay.


©2014 Honestly JT


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free cee THE EYES OF REVERENCE



THE EYES OF REVERENCE

Not like a mother’s life for her child
Nor anything crazy or wild
Just a man’s love for the woman who saved him
And secured the walls before his life caved in

Not like a sister’s love for her brother
But a lover of mine like no other
The warmth of her hand when mine grows cold
A woman worth more to me than platinum or gold

Not like a lover you love and finally leave
Just a woman who makes me believe
I now have a belief that a woman can love me
And doesn’t hold the threat of losing her above me

Just a man who sees a woman whose eyes tell a tale
Her eyes reflect a concern I find reverent and regale
A lady who never wavers when I do something dumb
a woman who forgives my need for drugs and wretched rum

not like a mother, a sister or relative of any kind
just the kind of lady I thought I’d never find
a person to say softened things that put me at ease
and the words “forever” and “love” are my only pleas

© 2013.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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Confined into a Circle

A woman confined into a circle of her life Was drawn into the sure simplicity of a swish Her being was brought into the very form she is She has the insight to step into life with a flourish Her soul belongs within the boundaries here inside Nothing more pure infects this space than her very instinct Now she politely absorbs the peace that is in the air Which makes her proud, joyful, and truly very distinct The woman gleams with pleasure The aforethought reigns supreme She lives within the circle And love is all of her dream
Russell Sivey


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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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Romance with an image

Love aviated in him, so subtly,
but felt nothing less than a knife,
that had encroached upon him so balefully,
but he hadn’t felt so peaceful in life.

Every time he closed his illuminated eyes,
he disembarked in the alternate universe,
where the fire of hell had been extinguished long back,
where heaven was hallucinating on earth.

He felt her aroma everywhere he roamed,
it was a timid quaint feeling of hope,
a feeling that had resurfaced in him since he had found,
in this love, peace and sound.

He visualized her in not-so quintessential ways,
she had a soul brighter than sun and its rays.
she breathes flowers, very sublime,
had the aura of a million saints, all very fine.

She spoke, broadminded about how she conquered,
the kingdom of his heart, in the empire of his soul,
she spoke of how she set flight like a bird,
brushed away his darkness, filled all his holes.

Now she wants a body, not the depths of his heart,
so one day she and him will have to part,
till then he will continue to embrace her this way,
fill in his desire for love, for peace and gay.


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I'm A Tougher Woman

I'm woman with fists;
a raspy voice heard,
steel eyes, cold and fierce
yet with soft skin,
so warm when held...

I'm a tougher woman you see.

People see me small-
a child inside-
weaker than a crispy leaf
of fall that dangles from
a tree...
But people not know, till
they make me defensive-
that I'm tougher than brick,
stronger than concrete-


I'm a tougher woman you see.

 So don't haunt me, other ladies-
So don't leer me, other men-
I've got too much crap to take
when I've got work to be a lady.
There's trash that overfills the bucket,
and one dish too many in the sink.

I raise myself and its kind of hard-
I'm a tougher woman you see.


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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,
literally,
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,
wholeheartedly,
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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A Single Summer Night

The summer’s heat made me almost swoon. Here we were on the last day in June. Two weeks had passed since I wore my cap and gown. I spotted a woman who had just moved into town. For a boy at the young age of eighteen, everything comprised a usual summer scene. What attractiveness she possessed! I could not help but stare. I swear I saw her wink at me while she passed through the sultry air. I was all alone later that day when she walked up to me. She said, “Hello, I am new in town. My name is Audrey”. This woman was older than I, and must have held a mystical force. She was enough to make my ship begin sailing well off course. This lady told me she lived alone and went through a divorce. We walked over to her house, and then we went inside. Audrey took my hand and showed me she had nothing to hide. I was a boy when I saw the sunset with my eyes. The next morning, I was a man when I gazed at the sunrise. Many years have passed, and Audrey is but a memory. In a single night, this woman made me reach maturity. Robert Pettit for Frank Herrera's Coming of Age contest


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Now Judge This Book By Its Cover

It’ so sad to SEE,
A REALITY.
That judges a book. By the outside they SEE!
A book is not the only thing they judge! By its outside REALLY.
Mankind judges a man or woman outside BEAUTY!
Instead of judging mankind, by his or her PERSONALITY!
Society has become so PREDICTABLE.
Mankind falls for the opposite sex, because they’re IRRISTABLE.	
So easily UNDERSTOOD.
Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND!
Why is it important what you see on the outside? Of any being woman or MAN!
If what you see, is what you GET.
Is always what you get, always what you SEE?
I don’t believe this is true, or at least not in this SOCIETY!
Everyone knows on the other side, the grass is not always more GREEN!
When you are not standing in the picture, it always SEEMS,
To be that much better, than that which you HAVE!
So why try to hold or covet something you WANT?
Or maybe it’s that WHICH,
You WISH,
To have, but CAN”T!
So you desire and SCHEME!
Trying to get, or reach another’s DREAM,
Through another’s DREAM!
If what you get, is not always what you SEE.
And what you see is not always what you get, how can this BE?
Is this then a dream world, or a world of DREAMS?
Is this a world of dreams? Or is this our REALITY!
What will it take for people to SEE?
That it’s not always what you SEE!
Although, we see we are sometimes BLINDED.
Blinded by our expectations and PERCEPTIONS!
Blinded by our impurities, from our own REFLECTIONS! 
Blinded by, other’s so called PERFECTIONS!
It’s my job to help you DECIDE.
Will you continue to judge mankind or this book by its cover! Or finally will you 
take a look INSIDE!


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The Long Road

A long road ahead,
Starting out no one knew where the road lead.
A long road behind,
Is that where I left my mind?
In the middle it does get rough,
Especially for someone like me who isn't tough.
A long way to go before I reach the end,
By the time I get there will I be able to paint with the colors of the wind?
By then will the sky be bluer,
Will the tears be fewer?
Will the flowers smell sweeter,
Will my heart no longer be a bleeder?
Will I know the one I am meant to be with forever,
Will I be a little more clever?
Will I have found the happiness I so desperately seek,
Will the stars finally be within my reach?
Will I look back and see the sad little girl I was,
When I started down this road of dust?
Will she smile and wave to me,
No longer trapped but finally set free?
Will she run to me and throw her tiny arms around my neck,
Will she give my rosy cheek a little peck?
Will she whisper in my ear,
Where I am barely able to hear...
"It was a long and hard journey that's for sure,
But I have been here with you all along and will hold your hand as we walk the path to our bright future.


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God's Plan For Marriage


God’s Plan for Marriage… There’s a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!” God’s design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be “inserted.” God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God’s idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It’s no wonder why so many have “confused” minds. Let’s come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; “one husband and one wife!” By Jim Pemberton


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my rules

you lay about all day
not caring about what i have to say
i am a woman i deserve respect
and trust will get just that

yes you're a man that thinks 
that a woman has to do all the cleaning
sweetie we 're done with that stereotype
its time for a change and a new meaning

the next time you decide to raise your voice at me
know that you will be slapped across your face baby
i don't like disrespect and neither will i ever
watch you tone with me and i will not be mean

i'm not as nice and good as you wanted me to be
i can no longer torelate how you treat me
 i am your wife not your doormat
you will not step all over me

i don't want to be your enemy 
i don't want to become the one you hate
you need to treat me right before 
its to late


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No Need...But It Was Nice

A beautiful woman is regal and as stunning as the sun creeping through your window 
And pushes open your weary eyes…
Just to say…It’s morning.
A gorgeous woman is a pleasure to a broken heart like a child’s smile in a ghetto’s poverty
When the chill of your past sins crawls up your spine and robs you of your peaceful  mind…
What could cure the frigid bones and darkened spirit like the love of a woman
The strength of thousand woes….she’s suffered
The support of the earth beneath my feet
The encouragement.  The belief. The trust!
She is so royal, exquisite, magnificent creature made to comfort my path and my tasks
Made to remind me that it is a soft word that breaks the bone
A soft look that rights the wrongs and tightens bond…
Between me and you…
With a crown as grand as this I understand why she might see you at my lowest and say,
“I have No Need for you”
And while you’re down she might decide to tell you how glorious she is.
While you stumble to regain your stature she may slide her slippery self-exalted accolades 
beneath your feet so you find it hard to balance
Stand on your shoulders and say…
No Need to hear your words
When its your Joy….Your Peace….Your Love…
That reminded her of that crown
That polished that smile
So she knows…..
So she grows…
No need.
Yeah…she’s right…
You served your purpose and fulfilled that need
So when the night is over and sun comes rising up my window pane
And gently pushes open her weary eyes…
And she says……
“Can we make every night like last night and we wake to each others morning smile?”
I look into her seductive and hypnotic joy-filled eyes
And Say….
“No Need….But it was nice”


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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.

nah,
if you’re a woman who gets raped in good ol’
backwards
North Dakota,
since they just shut down the last abortion 
clinic, 
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 
don’t-need-your-thumbs-to-live-here
North Dakota,
because i’d be unable to decide what to do with
my own goddamned body,
due to the fact that the 
“heaven”
seeking
hillbillies
want me to kill my dreams of having a career
before settling down with a kid,
so they can feel like they did their 
“god”
good.

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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The Evil Queen

Strangers:
I feel as though she may never change,
Never give good a chance.
I feel as though we play a game?
One I've played in the past. 

Friends:
I swear her eyes tell me no lies,
I think they all are wrong.
Yes, if she feigns at least a try...
Behind her I'll stay strong. 

Family:
Until the day she overcomes,
Her past and her evil deeds,
I'm patiently standing all alone,
And often she'll stand with me. 


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Chinese Room

You spoke in languages I couldn’t know;
Everything you did, you did for show.
I’ll be glad when I can let you go,
With the dream I thought I would outgrow.

But 
       how 
              I 
 balked

When you peeled it off,
How everything held dear was dropped,

When I watched you half undress,
The gentle physicality of your breath,
That I'd take away with one touch or less.

So don’t mind the scars
Or the open wounds;
I'm an artist in what I should not do.

And as in translation, I was lost in you.

A sociopath declared immune,
A machine within a Chinese room.

Don’t mind the shaky hands,
The bottle tops left loose,
The high hopes
Where I hung the noose.

C'est la vie --
At least for me.

Don’t mind the buggy eyes
When I ask to stay tonight,

The stammer
When I ask why we can’t be together.

Yeah, you love him,
It’s so 

Ordinary.

And you are so much better.

--
In reference to the Chinese Room thought experiment by John Searle.


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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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MAY OF '75

It All Started May 2, 1975
The Day This Man 
Took This Woman
To Be His Lawfully Wedded Wife
 
They Saw Their Share Of Struggles,Grief, Hardships,and Strife
But Hand In Hand
They Faced The World
Together
This Man And His Wife
 
The Cards Were Stacked Against Them
An Uphill Battle It Often Seemed
They Did Not Have A Fairytale
But In The End
Love Would Prevail
Between This Woman And This Man
 
Thirty Years They Shared Together
For Richer Or For Poorer
In Sickness And In Health
In Good Times And In Bad
Before This Man Would Pass Away
Right In Front Of His Wife
 
How Would This Woman Go On
Not Knowing What To Do
How To Make A Single Cup Of Coffee
Or Just One Plate Of Food
How Could She Bare Waking Up To An Empty Room 
 
She Grieved Tirelessly
She Often Questioned Why
Why She Had Been Left Behind
This Woman Who For Thirty Years
Had Been This Man's Wife
 
She Had To Find Her Strength Within
And Her Will To Go On
She Had To Comfort Her Children
And Learn To Lean On God
 
Although She Never Stopped Loving This Man
Eventually
She Would Find Peace
Though It Was Not Easy
She Learned To Live Life Without Him
Though It Was Never Part Of The Plan
On That Day In Early May of 1975
When These Two Were Wed
This Man And His Wife
 
Sometimes Things Will Happen
Even Though We Did Not Plan
Things We Can Not Fathom
Things We Will Never Understand
 
The Time Came
Two Short Years Later
When The Doctors Came
And Told This Woman
We Are Sorry
It Is CANCER
 
Now The Children
Of This Man And His Wife
Would Have To Find Their Own Answers
With No Parents Their To Guide Them
Give Them Comfort
Or Advice
They Would Be Left With Their Own Questions
Of How...
And WHY...
 
In Loving Memory of My Mom and Dad- Tiffany Abbott


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FALSE IMPRISONMENT for contest

FALSE IMPRISONMENT IN KENYA

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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walking in the woods

As I walk through the woods on a super creepy trail,
I stop and listen to a woman so frail,
As she tells me a story, I tell her one back,
And I turn to see three boys,
Eyes so black,
They wait and they listen for the story's end,
As I look in wonder to their old woman friend,
I can't help but show the fear in my eyes,
As she tells me the story of how each boy dies,
The three little boys,
Skip hand in hand,
The shoes on their feet sink deep in the sand,
Follow me deeper,
Follow me down,
Down to the beach,
Where the first boy will drown,
He seems so fearless,
So unafraid,
Bringing his brothers on such a day,
Where his life would go wrong,
And end with his unknown play.
The two little boys,
Left all alone,
By their older brother,
This cruel world to roam,
Aimlessly wander,
Into fates brutal trap,
Where the second brother will never come back,
He climbs in the trees,
Which bend and sway,
Calling his brother to come now and play,
He steps out so careless,
On one lonely branch,
And misplaces his foot as if in a trance,
As if the wind calls him to join in its dance,
He sails through the air,
Like a bird in play,
As his life has ended on this sunny day,
The third boy runs now so fast,
Miss places his foot and falls down a crevasse,
The slope so slippery and yet so vast,
The third life has ended at last.





its been awhile...once again here is my soul in poetic form. let me know what you
think...if your still there. and yes, spelling issues.


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Woman in Black

She’s completely dressed in black Elbows are crooked Leaning down she looks at me Eyes that are sacred Her lopsided smile Tickles me with great delight A glow from her guile
Russell Sivey Form Seguidilla


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Sacrifices

Needless explanations
For those who hear nothing
But themselves.
Eternal sacrifices that
Led finally to the end.

Maybe you still think that
It is worth it.
But I don't need to hear
Your points of view.
I will leave you dying slowly
By your own, and
I don't mind if there is
Any way to change your
Sufferings.
Because there is nothing
Good that you've deserved.
****
When feelings died
They are dead.


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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 
ecstatic,
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 
orgiastic 
consumption,
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 
anyone.


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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 .

TC


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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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A Modest Proposal

You are but a man.
You will fail me
and make mistakes.
You will say the wrong things
and make me cry.
You will argue about my family
and come to hate my mother.
You will leave the seat up
and forget about my birthday.
You will be insulting and childish,
deceitful and wrong.
And thus being warned,
I will love you no less.

I am but a woman.
I will hurt you
and make mistakes.
I will be jealous
and hold grudges far too long.
I will redecorate your house
and accidentally shrink your favorite shirt.
I will lose my beauty with age
and my body as well.
I will be scared and angry,
anxious and wrong.
And thus being warned,
will you love me all the same?


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From the Seed of one Woman

                                                    from the seed
                                             of one woman life was
               in the                  making god blessed this                  woman 
    with the joy of              a child many generations              past in time
today thousands of years later we still don't understand that under the 
skin in the blood that  flows through each and everyone of our veins we are
all children of god           our colors on the out side              has no significance
  to our roots   even though some of us may be of different color  you are all my 
brothers and    sisters in soul I pray that you to may call the man or the woman 
standing next to you     one of your own at heart                            because a true 
child  of god           would see things         in a manner of such       maybe to some 
this in not      their belief                in time        I pray that           my father god 
        shows you to           that you have         a family  waiting for you      
            in the                  after              life                     until then      may
              you         spread                    love                          and joy to all 
                                              FOR                        GOD
                                             IS THE                  ONLY
                                                   ONE             THAT
                                                       CAN       SAVE 
                                                           US FROM 
                                                           A WORLD
                                                           OF HATE
                                                            PRAY TO
                                                            HIM AND
                                                             HE WILL
                                                             BE WITH
                                                             YOU    IN
                                                            ALL YOUR
                                                        TIME OF NEED
                                                  GOD GAVE YOU LIFE
                                           TO SPREAD LOVE NOT HATE












                          


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Remember Me

Remember me,
I am the woman who on that dark Friday night walked alone not knowing what was 
to come my way.
I am the woman that endured endless pain from the hands of a stranger taking 
advantage of my weakness and immaturity.
I am the woman that on that Friday night laid there in the rain holding what was 
once my virgin body but was now condemned and covered in scars and blood.
Remember me,
I am the woman who tried so desperately to hide the 6-week year old pouch that 
held the results of the worst day of my life.
I am the woman who was then shammed and disowned by my family after failing 
miserably to hide my deepest secret and was now forced to provide for myself and 
the child growing inside of me.
I am the same woman who chose not to take the easy route of abortion but to give 
my child life because he deserved that much.
Remember me,
I am the woman that went through 19 hours of labor and suffered the worst pain 
that ever struck my body.
I am the woman that bore the child of my rapist without any support or anyone to 
bring me comfort.
But I am also the same woman that made the toughest decision of my life when I 
put you into the arms of another family and said goodbye to you forever.
But remember me,
Because I am the woman who wrote you endless letters every day from your birth 
until present day of your 18th birthday.    
Because I am the woman who has been to every event in your life without you 
knowing, trying to keep my distance yet still remaining close.
Because I am the woman whose life forever changed that dark Friday night yet my 
only regret is not being a part of yours.
So remember that you had a mother that loved you so much that she gave up the 
only person in her life to ensure that you had a better life than she could provide for 
you.
So remember this and remember me forever because I am and will always be your 
mother.


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For my Mother

For a Mother.

 

she left me

with only the thoughts of her embrace to warm me

in frigid mornings of tomorrows yet to come

she left me

with her words of tender truths to shroud me

in the coming evenings of stabbing sleet and hail

she left me

yet she stays forever within me

in my waking dreams

and in my restful thoughts

she stays forever within me

she remains an abiding part

of the love

the pain

the tears

and never shall we be

truly apart

 


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Virtuous Woman

Out of Man, woman got created
What a beautiful life was designed and presented
Beauty of woman is always admired
Is it just physically should be desired ?

Woman if groomed in LORD spiritually
She'll be transformed her life internally
Than some pearls will add her life

W  for Wise
O  for Obedient
M  for Mysterious
A  for Adorable
N  for Nourishing......... will be her sight !

This is how LORD delights in
If a woman is disciplined and abides in
Her success lies in loving and caring
Holding n knitting the house with sharing
Leading her children to the eternal ways
Loving her soul mate with all she saves
Feeding household in the morning rays
In the night she prays under JESUS grace
Seeking LORD early, to hear what HE says
To move accordingly in HIS glory and her Faith

Wise woman is called when she shower her LOVE
Pleasing GOD should be her  first and the foremost work
Be a VIRTUOUS WOMAN that delights my LORD
His precious gifts will join you , and the glory be to LORD.

LOVE YOU JESUS: ALLOW ME TO BE A VIRTUOUS WOMAN. Amen!!!


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Junk

She stood quietly on the edge,
Watching the waves below.
She was sure no one would miss her,
They wouldn’t even know.

Alone in a sea of people,
Blissfully unaware.
She was all but invisible,
No one knew she was there.

There were never any answers,
Just confusion and strife.
Like a piece of cosmic garbage,
Living a useless life.

She wondered if the fall would hurt,
Would she suffer at all?
What if she managed to survive,
Left crippled by the fall?

Perhaps her peers would notice then,
Though they’d try not to stare.
She wouldn’t be invisible,
At least they’d see the chair.

Then from behind her came a voice,
“Don’t do this!” it implored.
A little girl stood all aglow,
An angel from the Lord.

“Mommy, I can’t let you do it.
You’re worth more than you know.
If your life ends, mine can’t begin;
I’ll lose my chance to grow!”

The apparition startled her;
A child she never bore?
She couldn’t see how this could be,
But needed to know more.

The child became a teenager,
And addressed her again.
“I’ll need your patient wisdom when
My rebel years begin.”

She watched the vision change once more,
To a young woman now.
She said: “Who will plan my wedding,
The day I make that vow?”

Again she saw the image change,
And take her by the hand.
An old woman stood promising,
That soon, she’d understand.

Then all around the two of them
Stood people, young and old.
“Each of these is your descendant.”
‘Twas a sight to behold.

When the apparitions faded,
Only the child remained.
Saying: “Now do you understand,
 The things that I’ve explained?”

“There’s a reason for every life.
From king to serf to drunk.
And every soul is important,
For God does not make junk.”

With that, the vision disappeared,
And finally she knew;
Every person has a purpose;
God has a plan for you.


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What a Man can do ,a Woman cannot do

Husband and wife are inside their bed room sleeping,The wife is bordered and couldn`t sleep.She woke her husband,so as to iron out some issues.The clock indicates 1.45am.
WIFE:   I don`t think I can bear this any more
HUSBAND:what`s the problem darling?
WIFE:   The burden of this family is too much for me.It`s almost a  year now.
HUSBAND:Don`t worry,It`s for a short time,I will soon take over my  responsibility
WIFE:   May be you should have taken that bribe of 2 million.
HUSBAND:What?Don`t say it again,sell my conscience and go against  my principles and allow the importation of fake drugs.No way!The principles that I maintained jealously before  hooking up with you.
WIFE:   I know,I know;HHTT-Honesty,Humility,Truthfulness and  Tolerance.
HUSBAND:Yes,my darling;you can still remember.
WIFE:   But,look at what we`re been through because of losing your job.
HUSBAND:Don`t worry,I will get another one soon;...And you call yourself an advocator for women...what a man can do a woman can do better.Isn`t it?
WIFE:   Yes,I believe in that.
HUSBAND:Then,what have you just done?I carried the burden of this family for ten years without complaining,you did it for eleven months and you are complaining.
WIFE:   I still believe that women are better in understanding and   governing than men.
HUSBAND:I disagree;There are some things that men can do and women  cannot do them.
WIFE:   I do not concur with that idea
HUSBAND:Okay,I will prove it to you experimentally.
HUSBAND:Follow me to the toilet,I will get two empty beer bottles; I will urinate in one and you in the other.No drop of  urine should be on the toilet floor after urination.
WIFE:   Oh,No!Darling you`ve won.I agree with you;I can`t do it.
        You are wise,no woman can do it without pouring..
HUSBAND:You can now see;The head is always the head.let`s go back  to bed.


Contest:"The Conversation" Poetry


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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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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
                                          WOW
                                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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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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The Perfect Woman

The woman sat immaculate Fittings from head to toe A beauty that can’t be described Heaven on Earth below She had a smile that can’t be beat Her eyes can hold her man What more could one person attain There is no higher plan If I ever saw this woman I would worship her soul It could be said that she’s perfect Walks on the grassy knoll
Russell Sivey Form of Poulter’s Measure Entrant into Michael Smith's "The Perfect Woman" contest 2/7/2013


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Guilty Bye Standers

Well, I thought I loved one;
Turns out, I was wrong.
She was the moon,
Reflecting the sun;
Now, that fire's gone.



©2014 Honestly JT


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an old story

this old story has been told before
this old story has been heard before
it's about one man, and one woman too
how they did their best, with the best that they could do

that one man, he fell down to one knee
said "woman, would you please marry me?"
that one woman, was sitting high up in her chair
she said, "excuse me one moment, I have to fix my hair."

she would talk about him, like no one else would
he would make her smile, like no one else could
well they got married, and moved on down south
said the cookin was better, and that's what it was all about

there ain't a whole lot of happy, in this ending
see the man would come home late, every single evening
he would talk a lil different, and walk a lil funny
he said to the woman, "I can't call you honey..anymore"

well that one woman, would cry on the floor
waiting for the man, to come walking through that door
that ol man, was out spending all his money
he had two or three, of his so called honeys

bankrupt and shamed, the man walked through the town
feeling alone, he put his knees on the ground
nothing was seen, but before him was a tree
he said, "I don't know who I am, but I know who I wanna be"

well the tree talked back, he said "stand up and be proud,
you see I was planted here, to give men like you a sound!"

"forgive him father, for he knows not what he's done."
the woman had said, when her hair was finally done
"I've been washed, by his only given son
so take my hand, and we can finally go home."


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Marriage

Marriage is an everlasting stage 

While homo and les merit its age 

Marriage is for guys and girls

To fill the earth with godly pearl

Hello, marriage it is restricted for man and woman 

Homo and les you can repent and make Jesus your greatest fan

Marriage is God foundation 

To multiply the nation 

Man and woman can create 

While homo and les desecrate

God is good and true to formed man and woman 

While homo is making it man an man 

 While les is making it woman an woman

Disobeying God commandments

secluding the ammendments

 the one who died for us

the name is jesus

He'll delivered you from the serpent 

come out of the closet and repent.


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Helen Keller

 Helen Keller 
Helen Keller 
 
 
88 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 

 This is what eye remember about the MOVIE of course eye never knoe her. She 
was moving constantly moving at least the actress who was portraying her but to 
a boy it WAS her it seemed so heart wrenching a thing to just be blind there is a 
SCHOOL for THEM they do not function in the real world and there she was big 
as life the boy in my had that CRUSH upon her from the instant eye saw her it 
was strang puppy love. Winner of the 1960 Tony Award for Best Play, “The Miracle 
Worker” tells the incredible story of Helen Keller, a young woman trapped in a 
world of silence and darkness. Deaf, blind, and mute, with no way to 
communicate, she fought anyone who tried to help her with an intense, furious 
desperation. Then Annie Sullivan came. A strong, determined, half-blind woman 
fueled by her troubled past, she began the daunting struggle to reach Helen and 
bring her into the world at last. She was so pretty in an odd sort of way swaying to 
the tune of musick only she could see and hear the idea that she tried to 
overcome her handicap and live was so nice to this little undergod. YThis semi-
sequel to William Gibson's The Miracle Worker recounts the early adult years of 
the profoundly handicapped but brilliant Helen Keller. Helen, played by Mare 
Winningham, enters college, with her friend and mentor Annie Sullivan Macy 
(Blythe Danner) by her side. As Helen's international fame grows, she must 
withstand the pressures of those who'd treat her as a freak rather than a human 
being as well as Annie's near-strident demands that she excel at everything. The 
multi-faceted Ms. Keller lived too much of a life to be squeezed into a mere two-
hour running time; the script betrays the strain of trying to show us more than it's 
able by wrapping up everything in a hurried, unsatisfying conclusion. see part two 
ED.NOTE


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stories

Every embrace has a different story 
to tell between two people. 
As a mother holds her newborn in 
her arms for the first time it's telling 
a story of a blessing and love from above. 
When a couple hold each other at anytime 
of the day it's the woman finding the protection 
in his strong embrace and the man finding 
the blissful love a woman holds. 
As a child has hurt themselves during play 
they get the security that everything 
is going to be okay with each arm 
of their parent holding them close. 
The ship pulls in on the dock and an entire
family is linked together as one because the 
soldier is safely home. 
The innocent children over in low end 
countries dying from anything possile hug 
on to their heros who come to put food in their 
bodies and medicine to help protect them.
The world has so many different views of life 
that we are unaware of.
Stories are told from many aspects of life and 
most are told with physical actions. 
So whats some of your stories?


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EDEN

Dedicate thy life to me, mine given unto thou

Fragrant is the fruit of love, from Eden's laden bough

Into the garden entered we, one man, one woman unite

The serpent tempting apple red, that she may take a bite

Dedicate thy life to me, mine given unto thou

Fragrant is the fruit of love, from Eden's laden bough

Decline the call from silver tongues, of promises made of lies

Keep unto truth our garden green, with innocent hazel eyes

Dedicate thy life to me, mine given unto thou

Fragrant is the fruit of love, from Eden's laden bough

Take this breath I offer you, the breeze of love to know

And I shall stay beside you child, as we dance cheek to cheek real slow

Fragrant is the fruit of love, from Eden's laden bough

Dedicate thy life to me, mine given unto thou

The serpent tempting apple red, that she may take a bite

Into the garden entered we, one man, one woman unite

Keep unto truth our garden green, with innocent hazel eyes

Decline the call from silver tongues, of promises made of lies

And I shall stay beside you child, as we dance cheek to cheek real slow

Take this breath I offer you, the breeze of love to know

Fragrant is the fruit of love, mine given unto thou

Dedicate thy life to me, from Eden's laden bough


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Cry No More

how could you?

(Chorus: rpt. 2x): Cry no more, Cry no more
I won’t cry, cry no more

(Verse 1): See in my life I know I’m not the only one that goes through things
but since I been with you it feels as if Im going through hell
I won’t even yell (just a waist a breath) cause that’s just a waist of time
Since you wasn’t there to pick me up while I was down I should’ve just
been wilding out but I’m more woman about myself so I won’t

(Chorus: rpt. 2x): Cry no more, cry no more
I won’t cry, cry no more

(Verse 2): I might let you walk in my life
and let you tell me one day I will be your wife
Even though you broke my heart
I’m not going to let you ruin that part of my life 
Through it all if you were a man
You could be more true to your words
But since you’re not
Don’t think when you I will cry
Cause I wont cry no more

(Chorus: rpt. 3x) Cry no more (no, no, oh no)
Cry no more (se you have hurt me, but I) I wont
cry no more (out the door you go boy) cry no more
(It’s the woman in me that you couldn’t handle) I won’t, no
ladies don’t cry, tell him you wont, cry no more cry no more


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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

Bedazzle
Gestation
Love
Manifestation
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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Parkinson's

						
						
				
This frail age-ed woman who stands before you		
was once someone vital with life to live too.			
						
I was once young and pretty, a new bride to be,			
not always trembling as life slipped from me.			
						
A mother of several, and proud of them all,			
not this unsteady woman trying hard not to fall.			
						
I walked with my head high viewing the world,			
dancing till dawn as I waltzed and I twirled.			
						
My husband—my equal as we toiled side-by-side,		
back then not a burden to keep up with his stride.		
						
Now my body betrays me with shaking and trembles		
like that leaf in the wind I know it resembles.			
						
Pain on the faces of those loving me still 			
make me cry out to have back my free will.			
						
My mind is a jumble where once it was clear,			
quick with the memories I held oh so dear.			
						
I hate Parkinson’s!  It’s stolen my youth!			
It takes away smiles, hides emotional truths. 			
						
The doctors are puzzled—a cure they can’t find.		
Most of the medicine plays tricks with my mind. 		
						
So please don’t ignore me like I don’t exist,			
deep in my heart I still long to be kissed.			
						
Don’t stare at me and see just the disease			
for I’m the same woman wanting only to please.		
						
Accept that I’m here within this frozen shell,			
inside of this tomb madly ringing the bell.	   

                                                                   Footnote:
						
      The last line depicts the bygone practice of a person sitting alertly by the grave 
of a friend or family member on the night of their burial to listen for the ringing of a 
bell that was perched atop the ground with a string strung back to the inside of 
the coffin, tied securely around the deceased’s finger. This guaranteed if 
someone had fallen into a coma and was only thought to be dead, they would not 
be buried alive. 
      Before embalming was practiced, burials ensued quickly after death, and 
mistakes were sometimes made. 

        		     				
						
				


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I can not accept this woman's love

I can not accept this woman's love
The life I had with the woman I believed in
seemed to perfect to good to be true, yet her
ways proved to be full of wrong and hurt my
feeling yet me feel even strong as I had to
break off her love before her hate becomes
to strong. When we first met she seemed so
pretty and nice. I fell for her looks without
seeing the truth. Now this woman has made her
self home under my life and my roof. Can I 
master enough courage and nerve to make her
pack her bags and politely ask her to do so
with out ever looking back. Or will I be the
coward once again forgiving her of all her
sin's. I can not accept this woman's love for
I am a man that who deserves so much better
then what I have now. Will I ever find true
love? or do I just have to accept the abuse
this woman give's me and just accept this is
what love really is.


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On the life of Women

What is life ?
But of pain and pleasure.
The passion of one woman and one man.
The love of one woman for her offspring.
The hate of one woman for those who have
Walked on when she's fallen.
The guilt of one woman for not being able 
To survive or forgive.
The pain of one woman when 
All she's loved and cared for has been 
Ripped out of her soul.
The life of one woman is one we must endure
And not take advantage of and be happy for,
Because one day that life of one woman
could vanish and may never feel emotion
again.


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marketability

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 
say.

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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Page Twenty nine

This story goes as follows back when I was 19 a hot boy 
my vision it was hollow she was 17 the sweetest girl that I 
ever met, we wrote each other poetry but she never knew 
the real me or rather the me who I was when I wasn't 
with her how I was drowning in sin slowly trying to clean 
up my mess like a swiffer but despite the street life I was 
never the type to mistreat any woman so I choose to 
break it off....a few months later I got knocked off and the 
whole time I was down I was trying to get back what I 
had lost...the sweetest girl I ever knew I dropped her off 
because the street life came before her so emotionally I 
was singing the blues, trying to find her, I went to places 
where we met and hung out @ hoping to find the one 
that was so right for me but I was the one who went left 
now I'm a wreck...so I let it go. I always told myself if we 
met up again I would told her what happened to me and 
its 8yrs later she's single so am I and her feelings haven't 
changed for me, feels like a movie right it has to end in an 
happily ever after we spent some time together and I 
know now no other woman could make me feel how she 
does new chapter and no other woman matters...long 
story short we're taking it one day @ a time and I no 
longer have to wonder or day dream what if she was 
mine true story.


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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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Spitfire

Alas for the sun which kisses my hand upon bended knee, 
Today he blesses me and 
Whispers my chosen name.

Spitfire. 

Who among the common knew that ice could burn so brightly.
Or that water could fit so very nicely with
Flame.
Today I am the world, its contents my game.

Spitfire.


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Almost Road Kill

Women don’t interest me, or give me a thrill, especially after one almost turned me into road kill. I just avoided a scene that would have not been pretty, while crossing the street in Atlantic City. It seems like you gamble even after the light turns green. To a woman in a car, her red light was unseen. She just missed hitting me on Pacific Avenue. For a split second, I thought my life was through. This broad knew she was guilty, and couldn’t look me in the eye. That was a frightening experience I cannot deny. I never saw her again after she drove away. I am thankful I can tell you this story today.


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Flames

Make fire
Be burnt.
Don't live in darkness.
Love and be spurned,
And battle scars earn-
Don't be beige.
Kick, scream and fight,
And run to the light,
Hold on to your ground,
And summon your might,
The concept's profound, 
And I know that they're right...
Yet sometimes I just long
for quiet.


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Brittany a teenager

Still my daughter, my baby, Brittany Nicole
No longer a child, yet not losing that glow
You’ve become a young woman (blond to the core)
And even more breathtakingly beautiful then before
										
				  
You have a boundless energy on any given day
Dramatic and stubborn if things don’t go your way
One look can pierce thru cutting one’s soul
Then turn warm and loving many hearts you have stole
										
A young woman and more vulnerable then you’d admit
Possessive and inclined to have ragingly jealous fits
An immaturity that’s holding you back from being grown
With a typical teen trait, of  being forever on the phone
										
Teen years are the most difficult in life’s many phases
In this phase you’ll experiment with new fads and crazes
Which over time smoothes your rough edges so to speak
Like a butterfly from your cocoon you emerge unique
									
Until then you’ll continue not listening to sweet reason
A woman-child who’s main concern is which boy you’ll be teasin’
Attention is yours, why you’re the next Tyra  Banks
And remember beauty’s a gift, one for which to give thanks!
		


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For Maya Angelou

For Dr Maya Angelou


Vanquished by the day one may be,
Beaten down by the barren night.
 
Faltering at times,
at times upright.
 
Still one stands.
One still fights.
 
For though one falls,
One must rise.


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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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Strangers

So I saw this woman today,
She looked familiar.
Like someone I’ve seen before,
Well basically someone I knew.
She outwardly represented something,
Something that was real,
Something that was true.
I initially chose not to talk to her,
But just stared in silence & she did the same
She seemed to recognize me also.
But when I opened my mouth to finally say something,
 It caught her off guard &
I realized it was futile she doesn’t hear me,
She’s just there.
I tried to figure out why she looks so tired.
Worn out,
Like she had no hope,
Like she was lost,
All the happiness was gone,
Drained from her face,
No smile

I kept staring,
I swear I knew her. 
The more I studied her face,
The more she studied mine,

Then it dawned on me,
I realized who it was.
But I was too afraid to say anything,
I was too afraid to take the initiative.
It’s incredible how the memories flooded back
She was the same person I knew,
The same girl,
Well grown up woman now.
Just a stranger because we never talk anymore
She still shared similar interests,
Still so much like me,
How did I know this?

Because like every time we had passed before,
She dresses like me,
She wears the same thing.
But at the same time,
She was too different for me to familiarize myself with anymore
Other than being grown up,
Something else was different about her,
That reason she looked so tired,
That glazed looked in her eyes.
She seemed almost in pain,
Like she was struggling,
Almost fed up.
I tried to get her to talk,
But every time I coaxed her,
She would cut me off & vice a versa
Needless to say,
To make a long story short
Stay in touch with those from your past,
Before you know it…

Your own reflection is a complete stranger.


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Love Aligns

Love Aligns

Of names given at birth, one blooms special. 
Mary seems to me a popular name.
Common folks and royalty likewise called.
But no two named Mary are quite the same.

A young girl named Mary lived righteously.
By God she was favored, is history.
She willingly bore God's begotten son. 
Obscure to man…virgin birth mystery. 

Infant queen, Mary of Scotland, betrothed,
Had escaped Henry the Viii rough wooing.
Life's whirlwinds, deaths and romance havocked her life.
Politics sent beheading ensuing.

Mary Read of Devon County, England
Surrounded by death, raised as a boy.
Captured by pirates of the Caribbean Sea,
Became a pirate herself, lived wild joy.

Mother and Daughter, writers named Mary, 
Mary Wollstonecraft, swayed by T. Paine, wrote
"A Vindication of the Rights of Woman," (1792)
The thoughts of a mother, by death made remote.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, sweet sixteen,
Strong spirited, influenced by her mom
Left home to be Percy's mistress…outcast.
Sorrows in life are Frankenstein's where-from. 

Mary Anning, a woman paleontologist,
Prepared fossils from Jurassic era beds.
Well-known by geologists, financially poor,
Put new ideas in scientific thinkers heads.

Famous women named Mary nowadays abound. 
From Mary Anne on Gilligan's Island
To Mary Poppins flying through the air.
Each Mary, in her own way has some life brightened.

All of the women I have presented herein.
Have one thing in common: strength and chagrin.
But, there is not one Mary I read about or met.
Whose loves like my grandmother's was fashioned. 

She, was a woman of strength, strong will, and spunk.
But, tenderly, she comforted many a tear.
Teaching young children from her sewing machine,
She consistently worked to keep family near.

She offered fresh fruit from the family tree.
I know her sweetness from Heaven shines.
Without her love, I wonder where I would be.
When I hear the name Mary, love aligns. 


© July 17, 2010



REFERENCES: 
1.  Mary Queen of Scots: http://www.rampantscotland.com/famous/blfammqos.htm     
2.  Famous Pirate: Mary Read: http://www.thewayofthepirates.com/famous-pirates/mary-read.php
3.  Mary Wollstonecraft & Mary Shelley: http://classiclit.about.com/od/wollstonecraftmary/a/
aa_famousmother.htm
4.  Mary Anning: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Anning


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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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#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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Woman in the mirror

I look into this mirror 
What do i see ...its me 
A dance to the image 
Young woman beauty in mime

I see a world of dreams 
A world of expressions
A life time of lessons 
I will not hide from affection

Did i mention I look into the mirror
What do i find ...yes its me
Pounding of my heart
My life is about to start

Years too many have died
Inside I cried
Outside i lived a lie
Untill my silent scream died

Same mirror i look into
But now a woman alive 
With fire running through her veins
Not sure what i will find

Now time will tell
I shout now I am me
I am still talking to the mirror
But now I discover... the woman looking at me ....
IS ME .....






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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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Geisha Advanced Education - Haiku

       Geisha Advanced Education - Haiku

educated young
no song, no dance, no sex, blessed
Jade barks, Geisha laps


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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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a Letter from Me to You

a Letter from Me to You, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Bendición.  Do you remember the time when you found me? Grounded without a talk. No explanation, just my fault. How can it be? I was so young, yet to learn so much without a talk. There I was naked from the waist down, caught without understanding the rage.  There he was older than I yet not too old, still both a child. Was it because of my sex? If I was the boy, how would you have reacted? Proud? Would you have called me “the man?” I won’t say I despise you and/or forgive you.  I’m yet to decide whether to thank you. Your actions made of me a woman of disbelief, caution, and mistrust.  I hide from the world, hidden I am. I must tell you, I’m a “grown” woman now; thirty-three to be exact. I haven’t thought of you until now. Being busy hiding, being away from reality, the past-present-future; I wonder, are you watching over me? Are you protecting me the way you did so many years ago? Do you guide the angels watching over me? I hope you are…watching that is. Be proud of your by product, misguided granddaughter. You know, until this day I am yet to be talk to about what took place and how it was my fault. Perhaps one day…one day I will be able to remember your face. Your words of wisdom inspire by the queen we women are. One day, I hope to be…no, hear how wrong you were. How you failed to…to protect me. 

Bendición, Abuelo


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Mother Is Always Correct

Mother Is Always Right

By Elton Camp

Barry was convinced he’d found the love of his life
And just knew his girl would make the perfect wife
So to his mother he couldn’t find enough good to say
“She is beautiful, kind, loving and great in every way.”

During the engagement, the women became acquainted
His mother slowly learned she wasn’t as he had painted
His fiancé was demanding, hot-tempered and even more
Son didn’t know it, but she’d been divorced twice before

When Barry’s mother became much concerned for him,
She called him aside to talk, her face so extremely grim
“Son, I think marriage to this woman you’ll soon regret.
I surely do hope that, on her, you are not too firmly set.”

“Laura Sue warned me that something like this you’d try.
That you didn’t want another woman in your life is why.”
His mother’s loving counsel Barry then pushed away
And was as happy as he could be on his wedding day

For the first few months, all in his life went fairly well
Then Laura Sue began to make her husband’s life hell
And so, just as she had done with husbands one and two
Demanding, screaming and shouting was all she did do

Poor Barry then recalled his mother’s warning word
And wished that her advice he hadn’t thought absurd
Now it looks like the final outcome will come to be
Barry’s first divorce and Laura Sue’s number three


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Leaving Barriers Behind

A woman spends her life breaking down barriers
and social mores,

Sometimes, it seems as if all she does is fight for equal
rights and a better way of life,

Although, beauty and sex appeal may have its own power,

Folks still try to discount them hour by hour,

The doors may get opened, but the battle rages on and on,
making a soul weary and a tad forlorn,

All the fights have been fought leaving behind a legacy of
superior work,

When a woman approaches her final days,

No remorse lurks........,

She can look back confidently, and feel proud of all the milestones she
has put into place, defying all the odds in the crazy rat race,

Her business is never unfinished, because she'll leave a life 
worthy of being lauded, long after her demise she will be respected
and applauded,

Leaving behind the barriers exploited and exposed,

Even in her grave, she'll continue keeping everyone on their toes........





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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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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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Still at This Time---Mystery

As I went to my sons school
I entered into to go speak 
with one of his teachers 
as I had checked in
and went along the hall
to where my son teacher was
as I done so....

As a woman appoached me
then she spoke and told me to stop... 
Stop right there... 
Startled me...
As I stopped I turned around
Then she said... Young lady 
Where are you to be???
You are skipping Class...
You need to come with me...
Right Now!!!

I smiled and then said...
I am sorry but you have mistaken me
I am actually a parent 
I am here to see my son and his teacher

She then looked at me...
and said... as laughing in the air..
she said... that is a good one..
Now... Come with me..
I am taking you to the Principles office

I thought and then said..
oh... no your not...
Then she said... Oh...Yes I am..
then she called on her radio..
then some others.. men came
Then she said... 
Please Escort this young woman to Principles office

I could not believe my eyes...
I then pulled out my ID...
But she said... She still didn't believe me...
For tis I must have made the ID
Very Tricky...

So we all went to the Principles office
There I had a Very hard time
Proving I was not a Teen...
I had to get my son out of Class
to verify who I was...
As well again displaying my ID..

I can not believe...
as Still in this time
is the same... 
I no longer go to my sons school
Unless I have an apt.... 

As many say... I look so young..
I not know why... 
my looks have not changed
but I myself... am grown
I am not that old 
But nor am I that young

As I always must explain...
I am not a Teenager...
I am an adult
I am a mother
I am maybe what tis be
a young grandmother 
I am a Woman... of Christ...

God has His Reasons
Why... I still be looking young
As many state a Teenager... 
Even in the Schools 
of my daughters and son

As many of my friends 
ask me... what tis my secret
how do I stay looking so young
Tis is crazy... for tis 
as I say... a mystery

But tis I must say... tis quite embarressing
for me and my children..

As God's Wills so shall be
but tis a True mystery to me....
For way I see.. tis be
As With God... is the Fountian of Youth

Come to Jesus...
For With God.. All things are possible


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Standing Tall , Standing Strong

What doesnt kill us only makes us stronger 
I've held on my whole life I think I can hold on a lil' longer
I stand here for every young woman whos ever had their innocence takin
I stand here for every young woman whos ever been beaten by their drug 
addicted acoholic mother
Im standing tall, taller than ever
Im standing strong, stronger than ever
I stand here for every young woman who cried their self to sleep because the 
pain was so bad from getting nothing to eat
I stand here for every young woman who had to steal to put clothes on their back 
and shoes on their feet
Im standing tall, taller than ever
Im standing strong, stronger than ever
I stand here for every young woman who thought life wasnt worth it and wish they 
would die
I stand here for every young woman who's ever contaplated suicide 
Im standing tall, taller than ever
Im standing strong, stronger than ever
I stand here to let you know that you can stand tall stand strong and walk away
I stand here as a young woman who did 
I stand here as a young woman who now knows there is a reason to live
Rember what doesnt kill you only makes you stronger
Youve held on your whole life I think you can hold on a lil' longer 
Stand Tall Stand Strong and let the young woman of our future that there is a way
That there will be a bright and better day 
Stand Tall, Taller than ever
Stand Strong, Stronger than ever

 


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Makita XXII: Cocaine Memories

Awaiting a light
To guide us down the path
that composed our eternity

For no woman I have swayed
In quite the fashion as I for you
For no woman could I have swooned
as I swiftly as I for you

and if ever there was a chance
to seize the pendulum
‘tis your constant amour
Then the risk would equalize
The value you illustrate


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Reflection of Me

 The reflection of me defines me
 to be a strong woman.
 The reflection of me is the true
 identity of who I am.
 The reflection of me can be
 caterognized who I am as a human being.
 The reflection of me is not only a 
 woman seeking love, but the accomplishment
 she has set to finish.
 The reflection of me is how I perceive myself,
 which is to be a woman of power.
 The reflection of me is who I am today, till
 the endings of our days.


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Woman So True

Settling down was the best thing I ever did
Letting someone see the love that for so long was hid
Living together with a woman so true
It was so easy, that woman was you

You brought out the sunshine where once there was rain
You changed tears to laughter and banished the pain
Life is so good now I thank you for that
For all that you show me I take off my hat

When things seem crazy there’s no sense at all
You pick me up and make me stand tall
In a word, in a moment, you seem to inspire
To make the love in me burn just like a log fire

I drink in your beauty, the rarest of smiles
Could light up the room for quite a long while
Your heart full of love, which you want to give
Has now become my only reason to live

Through life together we go side by side
Knowing our feelings we won’t have to hide
On and on forever, loving day to day
Till the day that it’s over, that’s all I can say

I love you my darling and I always will
Even after deaths parting, I’ll be loving you still
Though I go from you or you go from me
We know we’ll be together in eternity

For even in death my love will be clear
Even though parted we must have no fear
For in the vast beyond I’m sure we’ll meet again
So that in life ever lasting our love will sustain


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The Ace of Spades

The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.

The woman had been a prisoner:
Mandela urged me to furbish his door steps.
I waxed the knees of California.

The woman had been a singer:
All the way from Vancouver to Abbotsford
She carried her battle anthems.
I crafted time.

The woman had been victimized:
The Russians charred every last speck of confidence.
They hung her before The Black Sea.

The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.


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If Only

If only there was a light that would brighten my day
A light to guide me when things aren’t going my way
If only there was something to illuminate my path
To cure my depression, to calm my wrath

If only there was a rock that would help me defend
To build up my strength, sturdy until the end
If only there was a stone that would stay strong when I’m weak
To raise my spirits, whose support I could seek

If only there were roots that would anchor my tree
Gather new nutrients, help bare new leaves
If only there were a stem that would hold my seeds
Support the blooming flowers, and keep away the weeds

If only there was a woman to love my head to my feet
But a woman like that, I have yet to meet
“If” shouldn’t bring your hopes up, I should say
Because we would never stop living if “If” was a day


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Debby

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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I'm Moving On

I’m moving on
‘Cuz I felt so strong 
About you,
You were so untrue to me
I was fool to do,
What I did for you,
I did for no one else.
I had to learn,
That I’m better off by myself.

Boy, you know I was the best for you.
No other woman could fill my shoes.
I had no clue that I would be misused.
I stayed and tried to make it work.
The more I did you showed me,
That you were the biggest jerk.

That’s why, I’m moving on
‘Cuz I felt so strong 
About you,
You were so untrue to me
I was fool to do,
What I did for you,
I did for no one else.
I had to learn,
That I’m better off by myself.

When we first met you were so sweet.
I thought our lives would be complete.
I thought you were the one for me.
You made me feel so good inside.
You showed me too much of that thug pride,
That kept you silent when I would ask,
If loving me was your at least one of your tasks.

So now, I’m moving on
‘Cuz I felt so strong 
About you,
You were so untrue to me
I was fool to do,
What I did for you,
I did for no one else.
I had to learn,
That I’m better off by myself.

I fell flat on my face in love with you.
I told you and I wanted to hear,
The same three words from you.
What a joke!
All I heard was, “I know.”
I stayed and in your change ,
I kept believing.
Nothing happened,
That’s why I’m leaving.

I’m moving on
‘Cuz I felt so strong 
About you,
You were so untrue to me
I was fool to do,
What I did for you,
I did for no one else.
I had to learn,
That I’m better off by myself.

Boy, you know I was the best for you.
No other woman could fill my shoes.
I had no clue that I would be misused.
I stayed and tried to make it work.
The more I did you showed me,
That you were the biggest jerk.

I’m moving on
‘Cuz I felt so strong 
About you,
You were so untrue to me
I was fool to do,
What I did for you,
I did for no one else.
I had to learn,
That I’m better off by myself.

When we first met you were so sweet.
I thought our lives would be complete.
I thought you were the one for me.
You made me feel so good inside.
You showed me too much of that thug pride,
That kept you silent when I would ask,
If loving me was your at least one of your tasks.

Ooooh, I’m moving on
‘Cuz I felt so strong 
About you,
You were so untrue to me
I was fool to do,
What I did for you,
I did for no one else.
I had to learn,
That I’m better off by myself.




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Her Story

To be contained or content
Either way she’d be silent
Beyond life she’d find she was sure
Beauty galore

A small smile spelled more disaster
Than one wide and toothy, so much more like her
Shying away from conversation
Now that she’d given up all pretension

She could speak she supposed
But what was the satisfaction in being opposed
She was one they were many
Terrible beasts they were all, slaves of tyranny

Born as a burden
Lived sullen
Moved towards a starry sky
Only to find an empty night, sigh

Why her? She asks
Why the only one who doesn’t own masks
Never intruding, only living
Punished for being

Nobody saw the intelligence in her eyes
It died in all her strife, fights and cries
Nobody heard the confidence in her voice
It left when to live on, all she had left were lies

No one saw no one heard
They only perused, they only shushed
Poise and grace, her ultimate test
Mastered both yet didn’t get the crest

One of the lucky ones, ironically
For making it this far without being dead for all eternity
Part of another dwindling statistic
Part of another cause, a new uproar, much too futuristic

She is the mother
The sister and the daughter
The creation held as the closest to the creator
Yet she’s the one struggling to make it into the future

Her only fault, to be her
The only reason, her.


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Playing The Field

I'm confused, mentally I'm at a crossroad 
due to years of trial & error with failed 
love attempts, a small ratio of my mind doesn't
know if she's an angel in disguise 
disguise or heaven sent so as I...play the field
do I stick to the playbook, or run a series
of no huddles. I've cut off all contact with
the outside world in this tunnel I'm in,
ain't nothin like starting over again
but me, like so many others don't know 
if love, true love is something I should 
continue to fight for. The reality is I've 
heard it all before, most women I come
in contact with knock on the front 
but once they see the real me exit 
out the back door. I guess they must be used 
to the sugar coated rug of street dreams
and I display that honest hardwood floor 
so as I...play the field like an employer 
this is an interview process I got a lot of
applicants, yeah alot of em wanna see 
what's happening but unfortunately for them
only one woman can fill that void.
My persona is so attractive to the 
opposite sex, I display impeccable poise 
and I have  no interest in a woman who 
in the essence is nothin but alloy.
Life is about decisions nevermind the opinions
and on the road to riches I'm wealthy 
beyond measure so I encounter alot 
gold diggers so I question this time around
with the next one I date, is this where 
I call off the search party, minus the 
up's and downs isn't she worth the wait
if she'll bring me joy, so why hesitate,
let us escape to that island of tranquility 
that no one thought was reachable 
so I beseech you with one final request,
seek perfection with me...no one's perfect 
but I'll try if you will so let us both just say yes 


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Away for Too Long by Kenny Davis

Away for Too Long by Kenny Davis

I was surprised she said she missed me
Expressed when she ran up to me and kissed me
I told her that, “I couldn’t wait to see you!”
About just how much I need you
Oh how we waited for another intimate moment such as this
Embraced in one another’s arms once again, passionately sharing love with in a kiss
Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder
My love for her growing each day I’m sent and stuck over yonder
Sitting here alone without her I can’t help, but to ponder
Why am I forced to wander without her any longer?
Could it be the so that our love for one another grows stronger
So our heart may sing as beautifully of that of majestic songbird
If home is where the heart is and my heart is with her
Why can’t my arms wrap around her tightly and nestle along her curves
Instead I am here, on the tip of my nerves, wondering when, oh when, can I be with this girl
The thought of being away from the woman by my side
Is enough to make a grown man want to cry
The mere thought of the woman I left behind
Wanting nothing more than my angel before my very eyes
Me without her is like a starless night without the moon
A withering flower without life that can no longer bloom
I want to be closer, but we can’t be further apart
Depriving each other the company of one another’s heart
To get to you, I’ll walk until my feet bleed
Then I’ll keep on walking to get to what my heart needs
To allow my spirit, my soul to be freed
And that is you in my arms and yours tightly wrapped around me
To imagine ever being separated from her again
Would be like losing my right arm or my very best friend
If we are so close when I carry her around in my heart
Then when I am away from her more than an hour, why do I fall apart?
To not hear the sound of her voice, nor see the smile on her face
To not smell the perfume on her neck, or feel her arms around my waist
To not be able to taste the kisses that drip from her lips
To not feel the intimacy between us when I sensually grip her hips
To not be able to cuddle her in my arms, even for one night
Nothing about that, nothing at all seems right
To not have her beside me at every sunrise
Nor every sunset, watching the beautiful sky colors leave her eyes
The pleasure of her presence, honor of her essence, will I no longer be deprived
I have indeed been away for far too long, without her I wither, I would no longer survive.

©September 2011 k.davis


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A Battered Woman

            A Battered Woman 
                         *
When God made woman, he gave her one of 
mans ribs which made her part of him in spirit
and soul. So men you are to be as kind to your
wife as yourselves because they are part of you.
~
If you are beating on your wife, then what will 
she have to give you in return? When you change 
her character you’ll no longer have the wife you 
married. Does that still make you feel like a man?
~
You men, you know who I am talking about, the 
ones who never hit but use words to do their dirty 
work for them. They’re just as vicious as their foil, 
only they dig deeper and are much more hurtful.
~
Yep, these guys go where none has gone before they’ll 
destroy her families cause they’ve got to keep her from 
them; he’s done his evil by calling her all types of angry 
names and tearing her down in front of their friends.
~
He’ll leave scars that run deeper in her which might 
take an entire lifetime to heal ... Since these guys have 
done their worst;  now it is our turn, we’ll with patience
and understanding will try to help repair the damage done …..
~
Then we’ll reap the benefit of having a most
loving heart-filled woman melting into our caring 
and loving hands. All because one man did not 
take care of his most prized treasure, his wife…
~

Steve L. Siegel
May 16, 2010


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Sapphire

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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Today

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,
  inside,
    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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VICTORIA SOTO

* This poem is in memory of Victoria Soto, one of the teachers who died in the Sandy Hook shooting. Victoria hid students in a closet to protect them from the gun fire and died trying to protect them. Victoria loved life and was a selfless person.



The gates of Heaven open as a beautiful woman enters.

She is holding boxes filled with white doves to go out to the world.



As she walks further into Heaven she sees a  line of notes saying:

Thank you and We Love you.



She follows those notes to the end,

And greets her students with a hug.



The woman says to them,

No need to thank me, you were worth taking the risk.



She then gives each child a dove to hold.

She says, write a message to share with the world.



One , Two, Three

Each child lets go of a dove with a message.



The woman asks,

What message did you write?



The children say,

That a beautiful angel named, Victoria, has entered the gates of Heaven.


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11:45

Almost 11:45

On this cold night we’d meet in the park

A reason to make things right

Between the spaces in our hearts

Close to 11:45

I see my breath in the air

How can I go on alone in my life

Without you even there

 



My footsteps trace over and over

The night is getting colder and colder

Time passing me by

I haven’t seen goodbye

Until after 11:45

 


It’s 11:45

Expecting love soon to see

Our past come back to life

A gift from you to me

Passing 11:45

Disappointment lies inside

Lonely tears flood my eyes

Because I never saw love tonight

 

She won’t answer her calls

She won’t come to her door

I thought I gave, this woman my all

Although her love demanded more

She won’t listen to me

She won’t give me a chance

By the time I realize love didn’t show

I was replaced by another man

She won’t answer her calls

She won’t come to her door

I thought I gave, this woman my all

Although her love demanded more

She won’t listen to me

She won’t give me a chance

By the time I realize love didn’t show

I was replaced by another man


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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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Waiting Room

Pretty face, please trust me;
Why would I steer you wrong?
I hope you learn to love me;
I'm glad you've come along.
I know you are with him,
Well, for now anyway.
Stealing your heart, my intention,
When it's open game.



©2014 Honestly JT


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GIFTEDNESS

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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Dare To Dream

 How can the woman dare to dream
When she can’t even stop to see?
The beautiful, intricate, filigree
Of a life that makes her want to scream

Her world seems on the “up-and-up”
Fortune fills to the brim of the cup
When she sees this life’s corrupt
How can this woman dare to dream?

She reveals her beauty when she speaks
But she is the epitome of weak
And mourns her future as she weeps
Her cheeks lose color, her eyes their gleam

Her mind paints such a sad mosaic
“I’ll never have quite what it takes”
She’ll believe this until her spirit breaks
Please, my dear, just dare to dream


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You Or Me

A woman digs inside the trash to find some food to 
eat, it's obvious her day to day is lived amongst the 
streets,

her clothes are nothing more than tattered rags; I 
truly see, that people point and stare at her, she 
could be you or me.

Imagine if you lost your job and bills aint gettin paid, 
dynamics of this life do change when scrill aint gettin 
made,

the hole can be so deep for some to not care much 
at all, they'd kneel in urine puddles in the stairway up 
the hall.

To feed the need for capital they'd play with bat and 
balls, a person's pride sinks lower from the higher 
that they fall,

and on the way to impact they may bounce and 
smack a wall, this country has a safety net but still 
can't catch em all.

It could be you or me asleep and snoring by the 
train, with body dripping water from that pouring kind 
of rain,

the race and gender differs, the results are all the 
same, that's living; life's a gamble, win or lose it's all 
a game.

Degrees that separate us aren't high like summer 
heat, they're more like dead of winter snow, the 
sidewalk underneath,

time differs though in essence it depends on who 
you meet, some folk take years to lose it all, for 
others, just 2 weeks.

We all should count our blessings though it's hard to 
do with strife, it always could be worse, no food to 
eat or shining light,

your bedroom suddenly becomes an alleyway at 
night, your table's now a garbage can of sustanant 
delight,

and God forbid there're children out here living off the 
land, you know the mental strain is tough when living 
hand to hand,

or hand to mouth, it's all about how quick things turn 
around, the damage 3rd degree if life decides to 
burn you down.

A woman digs in trash and finds an imitation stole, 
she cares not what it's made of during winter days of 
cold,

her faith in God so solid that she'll bravely see it 
through, before you laugh at her just think, that could 
be me or you.


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daughter to father

it was always my biggest fear, the thought that if you care.
blind as a child but, now as a young adult i see clear.
you were and still is a mirror image of the father i wanted you to be.
the perfect father like i see on t.v.
at times i look up at the sky and ask God why my father have to lie.
do he treat his other children like he do my sisters and brothers.
a stranger to your family and other children.
how can i love them if we don't know one another.
bills pile up and the landlord threathing to kick us out, father tell me whats that all 
about.
is the same thing on in your household?
because even though mama and you are not marry ya'll still together.
tell me can i come stay with you for awhile until things get better.
i live my life paranoid at the world because at the age nine the devil came by 
surprise and harm your little girl,
force to be a woman in ways i didn't understand. 
where were you when on some Christmas we didn't receive a toy. 
that day i had my first kiss with what i thought was that special boy.
this is a confession from daughter to father in hopes he understand where my 
pain is coming from.
my heart race as i step outside but i know the fear that i have i must hide.
they say the strong only survives.
so in my heart i know i got to live my life as a strong woman then a scare child of 
my past.
sometimes these bad memories take over my mind, take full control.
father hold my hand and help me walk this lonely road.
release these demons hostage in my soul.
daughter to father i love you and i will never ask for to much only that when we fall 
be our clruth.
one day ill love to have you walk down the aial.
help me be the person i need to be.
help me be me.


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The End

Alone I walk through  valleys of great  sorrow 
Never looking through the night  to see tomorrow
Drowning myself ever so  slowly into  rivers of agony
And when it  comes to my  demise you ask  "how  can it be ?"
That in this  life a woman  so  full of love 
Could  fathom, dream, appreciate, or accept  true  love
A woman  so  fragile inside so  delicate at  heart 
Refuse such a gift and imprison  her heart 
I tell you I  am  real I tell you I  am  as I be
Full of love, commitment, treasure- untold, and  beauty
Hidden in my  dungeon by choices I make 
For a long , long  time ago I put  all I had at stake 
A woman tortured by glistened laughter haunted by dear-felt compassion
Has turned into a monster and chained her heart to be forever  without  passion
At  once upon a time passion turned to flame was burnt
She never imagined such deceit, such betrayal, such hurt
She ventured to  a place my heart knew not of 
A place without  the clarity of water, without love
There is this desert where she does stay 
A place where dreams are  quickly forgotten and  blown away
By a wind that has consumed her flesh and soul
Her mind constantly tortured by one love's toll
Fate she thinks  is her best  friend
Because death brings her  the  end.


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O woman of lost Identity

O Woman of lost identity
Woman where are thee
Have you forgotten who you are
Have you forgotten who God has create you to be
Not woman to woman
Have you lost your identity
You are to be the help mate of the male
God did not create Eve for nothing
When Adam was lonely
He created Eve to be there for him
So why have you gone to another woman to be your only and true lover
O Woman of lost identity
Just cause you been decieve before 
Because you lust for the flesh of a unrighteous man
God has created righteous men but you reject them and accept wicked men
You are not suppose to commit adulty 
But since you have commit adulty at an early age
O Woman of lost identity
You have fallen deep into your sin
Hurt by your sensitive emotion state that you have within your heart
God does not forgive you for nothing
Turn from your deep desired sin 
And live your true purpose on this earth
O Woman of lost identity
What he has created you to be 
O woman of lost identity
How I know it hurts our father creator of heaven and earth
To see the woman who carries a new born life into this world
To be woman to woman instead of man to woman
T cry deep inside at night for you 
O woman of lost indentity
Wake up and get away from that habit of abomination 
Homosexuality is absolutely forbidden, for it is an huge sin
O woman of lost indentity


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Someone Asked Me About Marriage

Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…  If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”

Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!

No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”

The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!

God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!

It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
 with an ungodly attention!

For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!

Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”

Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning…  This we know!

My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same!  Whatever the circumstance!

No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”

Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
 “blood bought!”

Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!

By Jim Pemberton


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Hopelessness

A man with dreams to be great
Was sold as a slave to a foreign land
Purchased by a cabinet minister
Fell out of favour with his master’s wife
Spent half a decade in jail- though innocent
But restored thereafter and promoted to be great

A people with promise
To be a soured of blessings to mankind
But spent four hundred years as slaves
Only allowed to go to the wilderness to worship
Sandwiched between the invaders and the red sea
But the battle was fought and won by God.

A woman that lived with incessant flow
Spent everything she had
Despised by all that came her way
Ridiculed as she walks the streets
And just a touch changed her life

The little woman was sick and needed help
The father sought the attention of the master physician
Though the girl died
But the master still visited her
At her bed her life was restored.

Though the master was informed of his ill heath
He did not come until he died
For four days he remained in the grave
All hoped she would rise again on the resurrection
But our Lord would always show himself God

Though your life might seem spent
And every effort wasted
Every help sought and every avenue explored
Things have refused to work
And nothing seem to stand

These had happened before
Worse than could be imagined
Yet he remained God
There is nothing too hard for him.



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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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As God has Planned True Love is Between Woman and Man

I follow Jesus Christ
I belong to Him
The moment 
I became Born-again
I follow His Steps
For tis be
God’s Divine Request

For out of Love
God gives to all
Men and Women
Children too
A chance to be Born-again
Redeemed from their sins

God Establishes Love 
Between A Man and A Woman
True Love...
Tis can ONLY BE
WITH A MAN
FOR I AM A WOMAN

There are some woman
I declare
State they Love me
As a Man would Love a Woman
But this can not be

For God has His reasons
He Made Man for a Woman
Woman for a Man
Blessed Together ---shall Multiply
Children then… 

But I must Address
Unto these Women’s ??? Happiness
Tis be.. I shall only be
With a Man...
Of my Dreams
For I am a Woman
Woman is what I am..

God made Man
God made a Woman
Together they are meant
to be... Multiply...
True Love is deeply
For each other inside

If you belong to Jesus
Then you would know
Which way.. Love, Romance
Even intimacy between two
Is to be.. Between Man & Woman

I pray you understand
God enlightens your heart
For I am Not that way…
Of Woman and woman
My Heart belongs to a MAN
As God has Planned

Written in God's Holy Word
Holy Bible 
As tis be.. Written in the Stars
God's Will..
A Man for A Woman
A Woman for A Man


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You Never Deserved Me

To the person who gave me life, nothing less, nothing more

As a child I remember being filthy and left isolated, all alone
Left at the age of seven, not knowing if you’d ever come home

Caring all alone for baby sister, while you ran endlessly all about
Feeding, bathing and taking care of her, listening to her constant shouts

Your commitment was your drugs; let’s not forget the alcohol too
Stammering in all times of the night; an addictive abusive person I 
watched you grow into

Looking back I never thought that this life was not extraordinaire
But as I matured and saw the norm; 
I realized my life was nothing but despair

Never caring for either of us, just your greedy selfish self
Shooting your heroin and drinking your booze,
Which sat upon your shelf

Taking all our money, spending it on your addictions day and night
Living off ramen noodles, our survival was an endless fight

After years of suffering from your abuse and your manipulating lies
They finally saw your negligence, taking us away ending all ties

Now we’re with our father, and his new beautiful stranger bride
Trust we cannot give to her, for all we’ve ever known has died

Time it did not take for us, to open up and see
That the new beautiful woman bound to care for us, 
Was as genuine as one could be

She opened her home and her heart and treated us as her own
She opened our eyes and broke the hard outer wall,
Never do we feel alone

She has given me more love in the past four years
Than you have your entire life-time on this earth,
It’s sad that a woman of only four years, 
was the one who taught me self-worth 

You are the woman you gave me life, 
Nothing more and nothing less
You never deserved me or my little sister
Our mom now has replaced your selfishness 

© Chelsea Leigh Stiles/Stacy Lynn Stiles

These are my daugther Chelsea's words about her biological mother. I took 
them and helped her write the poem at her request. It's very sad and the damage 
her "biological mother" has done to her and her sister is un-repairable....Chelsea 
has had to be in counseling every since we've had her and I have taught her to 
have a voice and if needed, put her thoughts down on paper.  She's absolutely 
beautiful and amazingly charismatic. She's strong and very responsible and 
dedicated...not only to our family, but to life. Both of them were "my gift from God", 
and I will cherish this gift forever.


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Nature 4-8-85

Give to me the good land
sweet earth and soil
the sun the shade and her toil
Put me back in natures hand
the cycle of things that I understand
Stand beneath the light of the stars
and my face to warm in the sun
pick herbs in summer showers
and hold you firmly in my hand
the joining of woman and man
Feel the crisp breeze of the bay
and accomplish the work of the day
lay by your side every night
without a struggle or fight
Let the warmth of my soul dispell
your fear and your anger quell
Trust my soul to work for your good
and all between us is understood
Let us run the river beside
and in the woods play seek and hide
Sing to the children our song
that we should all get along
To the cycle we all understand
Belonging to woman and man
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Silly Girl

Silly girl get your mind out of the sky and your head in the books. He prefers a girl 
with brain over a girl with just looks. Silly girl pick up you pride and unravel your 
confidence. You can't always have someone to cling to you have to have some 
independence. Young lady protect your temple and show some respect. You 
keep showing off what god gave you ,you will live in your regret. Silly girl 
upcoming woman you are but a little child you have been. You have to keep up 
with your age your not ten. Silly girl of you to go against what your mother has told 
you to do. You mother is a one in a million and a one of a few. Silly daughter don't 
let that boy fill you head with nonsense. Listen to what mind is telling and lead 
with you head and not your body. Silly mother box up your past and unpack your 
future. This little girl needs a positive role model to look up to. Silly woman throw 
away your disrespect and take back your frame of mind. You can always change 
your ways but you can't change your heart. What a silly girl you were and a great 
woman your are now. I'm proud of you so keep that point of view.


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To Love A Woman

To love a woman is the greatest feeling I have ever experienced in life. A woman has so 
much to give, and sometimes doesn't know, the worth and beauty she possesses. A woman 
needs to be reminded at times, that she is very much loved. Even though each, and every 
woman is unique in her own way, all hold that precious need, like a flower in search of that 
heat, which only the warmth of the sun can bring. When handed a simple red rose, her eyes 
light up, as if she was born only to be loved. I know there's more to a woman than meets the 
hearts, but meeting that heart is oh so sweet. When I lay soft, and gentle kisses, onto her 
warm sweet lips, A string of heated invitations draw my kisses, towards her loving, tender 
neck, With every kiss, she taste so sweet, my lips and tongue can't seem to ever get 
enough. As I place my kisses between her breasts, I feel her heart beat through her chest, I 
kiss until, hers beats with mine, for she deserves to feel divine. Her breast so warm, so soft, 
and sweet, in a loving way, she nurtures my heat. As I place my hands around her hips, I 
slowly slide down, with my lips. Gently kissing, hot and steady, tasting all across her belly, 
and with her hands she guides my kisses, to fall between her thighs and wishes, So hot, so 
rich, her sweet desire, explode into a chain of fire, I am her loving vessel, her passion to ride 
the steady waves of the open sea, In her eyes I see the stars, as she smiles in ecstasy. She 
is more than beautiful, as I hold her in my arms, and her eyes sees only me, for she knows 
that in my arms she'll always be warm, safe, and protected, for in my heart she'll always be. 
I truly believe that a woman could never feel complete even if she had everything, unless 
she is deeply and truly loved. I would be haft a man and my heart die and fade away, if I 
were ever unable...
"To love a woman"...


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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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Killing you with Kindness

The woman that I was raised to be, is going to kill you with kindness
I'll walk by you and smile just for the fact that I know I'm the finest
I was taught to have dignity, self respect, and pride
Your words cannot hurt me, but my kind words can hurt you, all because I tried.
I tried to show you what us woman are supposed to be, and what roles were supposed to play
The rules say no ugly faces or mean words. So try to be a woman and keep the attitude at bay
The rules also say to cherish your body like a queen would cherish hers.
The male kind sees weakness in scars, and looks to hear the woman's purrs
So don't lower yourself with rudeness because rudeness leaves scars
Once scars appear the dominant takes over and we can't take what's ours.
So be a woman and respect our kind, by leading with kindness.
Trust me you will no longer feel ugly inside, because you also were made to be the finest


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Future Me.

Stranded. 
Left alone with only my 
thoughts to keep me company. 
Yet still- 
They aren't helping me to smile. 
[right away] 

I'll be 38 tomorrow.... and I think 
to myself- 
"Why isn't my life where I thought it 
would be when I was 20?" 

Sometimes, 
I know I kept along the regular route. 
Then other times, 
I knew I followed the path less 
traveled. 
[those were the hardest lessons] 

But much valued and needed. 

I see my life as simply...... 
"mine." 
I know no one has the exact same one 
as me. 
Not my child, nor my husband, 
or my siblings. Not anyone. 

We blend, but only as if to merge into 
oncoming traffic, with stop, go's and 
cautions. 

I'm reminiscent now. 

I miss my parents. 
I feel they would be proud of the woman 
I've become. 
[that brings a smile, easily] 

I'm proud too, of the woman who has 
yet to emerge from me, and who I 
know will be an asset to my life. 

The me less afraid. The me I lost 
somewhere along the way. 

The future me. 

The one with the scars that are healed 
and the tear stained cheeks. 
The wrinkles around my mouth, 
from the millions of 
smiles, and the gray hair that has 
yet to blossom through my brown hair. 

Yes I'll be 38 tomorrow, and I know 
how blessed I am, and how blessed 
I'll be also, when I'm 60. 

I'm happy, and sad. 
But content with 
how well I've done with little or no help 
from others. 
I am strong, yet weak when needed. 
I know for sure that the past me, 
met with the present me, and now I look 
forward to the things to come.... 

Happy Birthday future me. 


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"THE WOMAN THAT GAVE ME LIFE"

The woman that gave me life I miss her everyday.
The oldest is Frances and the baby is Kay.
I'm in the middle but that was mama's way.

The woman that gave me life my love to her I send.
My heart is broken and now she's gone it'll never mend.
Everyone misses her exspecially her family and friends.

The woman that gave me life she was always there.
To dry my tears and pick me up when I felt dispaired.
Give us all the love she had and show us how much she cared.

The woman that gave me life"my life will never be the same".
Cause when she passed I had no one on earth to blame.
I'll always remember the woman that gave me life cause
                         I'll always carry her name.
                  Teresa Skyles    February 09, 2010


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Where do we fit...

It seems that woman need to be something...
Us man...well where do we fit in...
By our self...are we  a stock to be looked into...
Like brains...looks...working capital...
How do they...look at us...
After all the love is gone...
You know...the crazy side of hooking up...
Does this have a starting time...
Are the woman under pressure...
Who are we...some trophy hunters dream...
The scarry thing is...what about us left overs...
Where do we fit in...
We're the ones who watch the others...
The ones we wished we were but we're glad we're not...
Don't  you worry we're still in the biggest fishing hole...
Waiting our turn to get caught...
Just like a catch and release...
We have our own brand of bait...
What ever that is...
We don't even know...
But the woman think they do...
Don't you...


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Lawless

Whoah! Eureka!
The thieves are-a-comin’!
Whoah! Eureka!
The thieves are-a-comin’!
An elderly Caucasian woman screams
In the darkest corner
Of the cannibalistic church
An elderly Caucasian woman screams
The thieves are-a-comin’!


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a innocent man

Listen to me,
                         See reality for what it be,at times a mans mind need to be set free
giving the fact,their's so much on his back,that's why a good woman is needed
to keep him on track, no matter how hard he fight, destiny don't seem to do him 
right,but still he keeps on hoping, praying, fighting to stay strong,if he's granted 
one wish, send him where he belongs, not to be exiled and left along, as God 
is my witness, I will move on, for what they charged me with is wrong,  
I offered my friendship not my home, woman hurt me in the past, but they all are 
gone, what is left is a innocent man who needs not to be alone.


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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-
alone,
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,
encouragement,
reassurance,
and although she secretly
takes pride in the title—

NEVER
call her a b_tch.



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It Is What It Is

Who is to say what is Light 
And what is Darkness?
Just because my new found freedom
Comes with new found knowledge
Does not mean that I am wrong.

What calls to me of the Darkness 
Is also a Light into and unto of itself
It calls to me more clearly than
Anything else ever has. It has
A power to make me feel alive.

It calls to me and lets me know
Who I am and who I am meant 
to be. I know there are people
Who will never understand that
This is something I feel is Right.

I feel this to my very core.
So many people think this
Is Deviance at its best. Not
I as I know I am not deviant
Just a woman who needs change.

A woman who needs unusual
Things to help me feel Alive.
Who needs to know my command
Is followed to the letter. To know it
is my will that is followed without question.

Welcome to my new found life of
Hope, Life, Pleasure and Pain.
Know that I do this of my own 
Free will and I have thought this
Through more so than you know.

I am not normal so everyone
Else's normal has not worked 
For me. For once I am alive
And in control of my Destiny.
Darkness or Light..it is what it is.......


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You Or Me

A woman digs 
inside the trash to 
find some food to 
eat, it's obvious her 
day to day is lived 
amongst the streets,

her clothes are 
nothing more than 
tattered rags; I truly 
see, that people 
point and stare at 
her, she could be 
you or me.

Imagine if you lost 
your job and bills 
aint gettin paid, 
dynamics of this life 
do change when 
scrill aint gettin 
made,

the hole can be so 
deep for some to 
not care much at 
all, they'd kneel in 
urine puddles in the 
stairway up the hall.

To feed the need for 
capital they'd play 
with bat and balls, a 
person's pride sinks 
lower from the 
higher that they fall,

and on the way to 
impact they may 
bounce and smack 
a wall, this country 
has a safety net but 
still can't catch em 
all.

It could be you or 
me asleep and 
snoring by the train, 
with body dripping 
water from that 
pouring kind of rain,

the race and gender 
differs, the results 
are all the same, 
that's living; life's a 
gamble, win or lose 
it's all a game.

Degrees that 
separate us aren't 
high like summer 
heat, they're more 
like dead of winter 
snow, the sidewalk 
underneath,

time differs though 
in essence it 
depends on who 
you meet, some 
folk take years to 
lose it all, for 
others, just 2 
weeks.

We all should count 
our blessings 
though it's hard to 
do with strife, it 
always could be 
worse, no food to 
eat or shining light,

your bedroom 
suddenly becomes 
an alleyway at 
night, your table's 
now a garbage can 
of sustanant delight,

and God forbid 
there're children out 
here living off the 
land, you know the 
mental strain is 
tough when living 
hand to hand,

or hand to mouth, 
it's all about how 
quick things turn 
around, the damage 
3rd degree if life 
decides to burn you 
down.

A woman digs in 
trash and finds an 
imitation stole, she 
cares not what it's 
made of during 
winter days of cold,

her faith in God so 
solid that she'll 
bravely see it 
through, before you 
laugh at her just 
think, that could be 
me or you.


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Contributing To The Story (part 2): Enhancing God's Glory

we have a tendency to develop a foolish pride when we see our name on anything
be it an award, certificate, team jersey or a championship ring
we think we need titles to feel important in life
but none of that contributes to the story that is Jesus the Christ
your name on a jersey won't make you play better
a title after your name won't change the content of a letter
your name on a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame
doesn't guarantee you a life of happiness without some pain
so what have you contributed to God's story?
what have you done to enhance His glory?

In the Scriptures there's this woman who anointed Jesus with an expensive oil
yet only one person is referred to in the text and that's by his negative foil
he was denoted by his affliction, his disease was brought to attention
he then had the nerve to criticize that woman for her unselfish deed
until Jesus told him to "leave her alone" because for Me she fulfilled a need
that man seemed to be more worried about the oil's cost
and couldn't perceive that the life of Jesus was about to be lost
he acted like he was so concerned about the ever-present poor
but Jesus saw through the hypocracy that he tried to implore
that woman was spiritually motivated when she made that sacrifice
she contributed all she had to the story that is Jesus the Christ
God only desires that you do the best that you can
when wholly subscribing to His righteous plans

yet that woman with the alabaster jar her name is never mentioned
but her contribution to the Biblical story has gotten everlasting attention
in the scheme of life your name is not that important and a title won't make you great
as it's only what you've contributed to the story or done to enhance the faith


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IT'S TIME TO GIVE BIRTH

when you think of a woman giving birth your first thought is the labor pains
the struggle a woman endures so that mankind will forever remain
but in the spiritual realm giving birth is not just a woman's role
it involves every human being for it's about the evolution of one's soul
it consists of first perceiving the gifts and blessings that God has for you
then it's about letting go of the fears, the sins and those issues you need to work through

in the book of Jeremiah God made a statement that was bold and strong
He said He knew of us in the womb before any of us were born
He set each of us apart and gave us each an anointing
He made a promise to each of us and gave us all an appointing
we all have a purpose to fulfill and a task He desires we perform
we're all here for a reason and that's why we were born
but in order for your Godly gifts to manifest
the labor pains of spiritual birth you must address
and in order for you to spiritually grow
the seeds of God's wisdom you must now sow

it's time for you to give birth 
to discern your purpose here on earth
don't be in such a hurry as a fetus needs time to formulate
for the gestation period is the time to sit back and wait
you want the baby to develop completely and fully
and not run the risk of having any birth deficiencies
and once that child is born be mindful of the things that it ingests
give it the bread of life to eat and the living water to quench its thirst
then train it up in the ways of God and tell it about Jesus the Christ
and that child will never stray far from the Christian life

it's time to give birth to be reborn and be renewed
it's time to give birth to the spirit of God that now dwells in you
there will be some sacrifice, some concessions and surely some pain
but you have to walk through the fire in order to remove those sinful stains
as a new babe in Christ have no fear, don't be weak and fold up your tent
God has so much in store for you, His blessings, gifts and presence
it's time to give birth by stirring up those Godly gifts that are inside of you
it's time to give life to the things that God has pre-destined for you to do


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The love she shares.

I see the tired look in her eyes the way her shoulders hang and the little grin on 
her face my baby is tired some one once said a good deed don`t go unnoticed, it 
should of said a good deed doesn`t come without burden,
  she opened her heart opened her home opened arms only to find more hurt 
more pain more sorrow, she has a heart as big as any and loves better then any 
one but she`s weary disappointed and uncertain,
  Is she doing enough, is she doing the right thing, is she taking on more then 
she can handle  a flower can only take so much rain before it surrenders and 
falls ,
  I was raised by a strong woman who took every burden and turned it into a 
positive, I didn`t think in my life time I would find another who had as much 
gumption tenacity, or love as her,
  No one ever said life would be easy I for one know, but she is so forgiving 
understanding, and so reluctant to take from her self and give to others for the 
sake of there happiness and the sacrifice of hers, 
  On my knees and hands together I pray give my baby strength to make through 
the day , adversity, triumph, and victory is not on her mind seeing to it that all is 
well with others every time,
  The flower I fell in love with has a steam as strong as a tree, the girl I call my 
wife gives more then any including me, my baby will always be there for any one 
even to the negative her hand she will extend, 
  To her I have the utmost respect for  after the tears, after sorrow, after it all she 
smiles picks her self up and starts again, the woman who looks for nothing in 
return opens her heart as a friend.


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THE WOMAN INSIDE ME

Inside this girl is a woman contradicting what she’s suppose to be.
A woman is imprisoned inside this little girl’s body and face.
The girl hides the woman you can’t see.
Innocence gone without a trace!
What happened and where she gone?
This is the story of a childhood lost.
It will be too late when it comes dawn.
This is a story of a child that paid a fatal cost.
She lost who she was.
Where is god when suffering consumes grown up children fighting to be free.
She suffered defeat by rages enabling cause.
This is the story of a nine year old and the woman inside me.


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Facing Reality

It's a hard pill to swallow knowing that something 
you worked and fought so hard for is just a lost cause 
and you can't put life on pause, all you can do is wonder
and think what a fool you are
now there's a handful of people who think they can change
who their significant other is or who they used to be 
love is blind and when you in love and want someone so bad
it's kind hard to see the light and everybody goes threw the b.s
but you try your best to make things right and you began to wonder 
he or she isn't even trying despite the fact how far y'all came 
they say their completely honest with but deep down you know their lying
and when you make time for them and they don't make time for you
tell me what do you do, what do you do when you think
every time you try to reach out to your mate the devils laughing in your face
and you finally realize all the time you spent trying to be the best man
she was never trying to be the best woman
you see you were looking for love but only found heartache in your left bosom
she was looking for a sex partner and thats whats real, but
behind this reflection in the mirror now after adding your relationship
up from it's ups and downs it get to be and seem so much clearer
she could never be the woman who you see yourself marrying
fact of the matter is she's just the woman with your child she's carrying
and the signs were there in the beginning that she was swimming in lust
and ashes to ashes dust to dust thats what the end of this relationship 
was made up of, a relationship that never should have started 
and now all you're left with is a broken heart thats dearly departed 
and a mind thats critically injured and all you can say is, its my fault
sometimes we have faith in something thats nothing
something thats not there, one living in despair and another 
just too in love to admit that despite of what her lifestyle has
always been like he's always forgive and forget, but in the end 
it was his heart that was gonna be a homicidal casualty, but 
thats just life I suppose and I'm just facing reality


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Save Me

Trials and tribulations
emerge in the eyes
of a woman whose life
is spared by lies.
Her shell of a soul
has been bruised by truth
and has seemingly made
this woman uncouth.
With love in her heart
and hate on her back,
she rummages through sand
to disclose what she lacks.
Fire in her veins,
bleeding from her ears,
and pain has begun
to be educed through her tears.
Slowly dying fast,
in search of relief
and desperately needing
salvage from the streets.


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The Woman In Me

I sit here every day and look out the window
I know there is a whole world out there for me to see
And I wonder how I let him destroy the woman in me
As I stand here and see myself in the mirror
I hate my body I hate my hair I hate my face
I think they are all a big disgrace
He shattered my hopes
And stepped on my dreams
He even destroyed all my self-esteem
I find it hard to smile
And hard to laugh
Sometimes I don't even feel like taking a bath
Sometimes I wish I would just fade away
Just so I wont have to be like this for another day
I often think who will be next
Whose heart he'll rip right out of their chest
Someday it will end and I will be free
To go out and find the woman in me..


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Story of my Life

I met a man who at the time was just my usual friend The thoughts did not cross my mind, we'd be together to the end He got me off of meth and chose to save my life He fixed my broken wings, and asked me to be his wife He still works hard to take all my past~inflicted pain away And I awake to his baby blue's every single day He saw something inside of me everyone else clearly did miss He told me everything would be all right, then sealed it with a kiss I had met a dead~end at that point in time He was there to jigsaw my missing pieces at the drop of a dime Although he literally saved my life, it's not against my will The path back then I was following ~ enough ~ I've had my fill At a random part in life he had always been there And with him his life he chose with me to share So I took the offer and there are no regrets on my part He saw an open opportunity and didn't hesitate to take my heart Although the only regrets I have, is how sometimes I treat him so bad But I really don't know how to stop all this past sad I've been hurt too much and I'm so scared to trust My past life, however, has been 100% lost in the dust I want to be the woman for him obviously he knows that I can be I just need longer than 6 months, just to make him see That the woman he dreams of is right here before his very eyes And because of his support for my right decision, he's granted me a prize So here I tell my story, of a true happy ending done right And to say if you are in love with someone so much... you will not mind the battle and fight


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bind by love

I looked at the stars and made one wish,

I asked the Lord for a blessing and he placed you on my list,

You came into my life as a breathe of fresh air,

And if everyone ups and leave you then I’ll still be here!

 

I’ll be here for you as someone that you can always count on,

And whenever I’m lying in bed I wish that you were cuddled in my arms,

I feel that I have come so far in such a little short time,

And whenever I want to feel joyful I’ll just keep you in my mind.

 

My days at work sometimes do feels very long,

But without you in my life things would feel quite wrong,

I want to be able to walk with you while holding your hands,

And not just to be considered a friend but also a your man!

 

I’ll never call a woman a b**** or a hoe,

Because if any man calls that to my sisters then he’ll be considered my foe,

But how would I justify my thoughts or even my act?

That would be my bad karma just coming right back! 

 

My thirst for knowledge is strong so my vision is clear,

I’ll extend my hands out to you in hope that you’ll be there,

There for me to love and there for me to hold,

When there are stormy weather outside I’ll keep you warm from the cold!

 

My mind is moving rapidly so now my feet feels like they’re in a race,

So in search of a beautiful person I’ll turn to look at your face,

You’re the essences of beauty and a face of a goddess,

Many men can brag but I’ll tell them with you I found the hottest!

 
One main factor that we always come across in society got to be about trust,

Do I really care for this person or is it just lust?

I asked myself that question, not once but twice,

Then I thought back about times with you and everything felt so nice.

 

I started out as a boy that has came into a man,

With you and I together babes, then the Lord has created the ultimate plan,

And it’s not our place to second-guess the big man up above,

Because he said this isn’t lust, rather it’s a binding of love!

 

A man alone could never survive, he’ll need that special woman to be along for the ride"


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today

as a woman I've grown.
open my heart and realize i can make it on my own.
got to stop blaming others for my past.
for what happen at the age nine, we where different now i know our love wouldn't 
had last.
in my soul i must bury my bad relationships.
in my soul i must bury my youth and start a new path.
the evil no longer in my eyes, he's no longer by my side.
today i start a new day.
i leave yesterday behind and today i do things my way.
i hold my head up for those who put me down, no friend i need.
God in my heart indeed.
today i make a change and say no more.
things can't go on like before.
today i wash my pain away.
the rain will clear and the sun will come out.
today as a woman i take  a stand, i spread my wings 
today i start a new day and leave yesterday behind and today i do things my way.


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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
web.

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
dungeon.


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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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I AM NOT

I am PRIMAL.

I am PREHISTORIC.

I am HISTORICAL.

I am TRADITIONAL.

I am EVOLVING.

I AM HUMAN!

I am not a RAPIST, I am not my FOREBEAR.
I am not a TERRITORAL THIEF, I am not my PREDECESSOR.
I am not a MURDERER, I am not my ANCESTOR.
I am not an EMOTIONAL CHARLATAN, I am not my GRANDFATHER.

I am not a RACIST, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a WOMAN ABUSER, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a WOMAN ABANDNOR, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a CHILD ABUSER, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a CHILD ABANDER, I am not my FATHER!

I am not a MAN!

I am ONLY MALE!

I am PURELY BORN.


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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 my...it has been a long time.


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Hardly a Poem

Hardly a Poem

Splinters embedded under my skin,
each memory a shard of stinging glass,

I see that I see it all now,
the infinite regrets meandering,
down foggy alleys of yesteryear,
as decades and moments come to pass.

Wearing my many masks as I cascade,
leafing through my conscious betrayals,
of gentle hearts once treasured,
now left to decay, in the empty cold.

Seeing my treasures turned to stone,
while wearing the blues like a convenient coat,
untrue to most, I stand accused,
in the dock, the fragments of my past,
are all that I am able to hold.

Where do I go from here,
as I stand ashamed, rooted to this spot,
my sins are countless, my excuses fickle,
the lies have been many,
and all the untruths have already been told.

Was it not just a fortnight ago,
when I was younger than I am now,
you loved me completely, you told me so,
while I slithered inside my thick skin,
shutting you out,
and embraced comforting desolation into my fold.

Now the momentary tears have all been shed,
the wounds of time too, have silently bled,
and all beseeching prayers have been said.

I stagger on, my reflection a mirage,
my heart and soul battered black and blue,

still, grasping onto the tendrils of hope,
if not, then I am truly dead.


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Where did it go?

Thinking about the days gone by, 
and how they used to be
Looking back at the young woman there, 
It’s hard to believe it was me
I was a young woman with spirit, 
with a baby in her arms
Full of youth and energy, 
there was I with all my charms

The times I used to think I was right, 
when really I was wrong
I was singing away without a care, 
at life’s sweet song
Now I am much older, I look back, 
it all seems like a dream
Of all the things that I have done, 
the places I have been

Time goes on it takes its toll,
until you reach old age
Each trial of life is important
as you reach the end of the page
Where did it go, the life I had, 
the young girl without a care?
Life is so short, it doesn’t last long, 
was that my life over there?


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Life Goes On

A little girl
With a grown up mind
She always felt
Like she was left behind

In a world so broad
She was all alone
The last place to go
Was her broken home

She couldn't love
She couldn't cry
All she could do
Was stare at the sky

She would wish
Every single day
That someone would come
And take the pain away

The girl grew up
With a very hard life
And now she's gonna be
Someone's wife

She can't go on
Something's not there
She doesn't want to live
Forever in fear

That sad little girl
Is the only thing in her mind
As she thinks again
About being left behind

A beautiful girl
So ugly inside
Every one seen her strength
Though all she did was hide

Hide from her fear
Hide from her past
Hide from the world
She always came last

She found the missing piece
But couldn't put it into place
There was one last thing
She needed to face

There was a woman
To whom she must speak
But the thought of that talk
Made her weak

How to tell her
Words of hate
Words of resentment
The girl is irate

The woman ran away
Never even looking back
Not caring what she left behind
All she wanted was more crack

The woman destroyed her life
And pulled the world down too
That girl is me
And that woman is you


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a innocent man

Listen to me,
                         See reality for what it be,at times a mans mind need to be set free
giving the fact,their's so much on his back,that's why a good woman is needed
to keep him on track, no matter how hard he fight, destiny don't seem to do him 
right,but still he keeps on hoping, praying, fighting to stay strong,if he's granted 
one wish, send him where he belongs, not to be exiled and left along, as God 
is my witness, I will move on, for what they charged me with is wrong,  
I offered my friendship not my home, woman hurt me in the past, but they all are 
gone, what is left is a innocent man who needs not to be alone.


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Death of a nun

Her name was Sister Mary Mercedes Gleason,
A tiny woman with so much wisdom and care,
who belonged to the religious congregation -
the Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

She lived a longer life: 98 years of age,
amazing and a flashing mem’ry to all
her imprint of life she shared with everyone
she dedicated herself to the religious life.

She died in sleep at the early hours of Tuesday, 
with serenity and less suffering thus far;
what a beautiful soul! What a gift of holiness!
truly,  a woman of the Gospel in every sense.

Her community grieved her loss and,
at the same time celebrated for her new birth –
that’s in heaven, in the life hereafter with her Maker;
rejoicing with her triumphant journey with Him.

She lived longer for higher purposes and meanings,
embracing the challenges of being a religious;
expressed in human language and good works,
her examplary life manifested with piety and humility.

With her balm of choice to love and be mindful
of people around her in diverse moods and feelings;
she would love to share with them even in moments
with her caring presence to accost them with a smile.

She’s history, memories and relationship in toto,
Like everyone else, her life went on the calendar;
Like a new chapter that says, ‘to live to die is gain.’ 
her own life is a testimony, an inspiration to all.


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Speaking of Love!!!

I want you to see me 
To see all the hurt that I have endured
To nurture the woman that I am
To hold dear what we share
But sometimes I don't think that you can
I want so much to show you all the things you don't know
To teach you the art of loving with your heart and soul
I don't know what to do 

You don't have to buy me anything
You don't have to send me flowers
You don't have to give me candy
All I have ever wanted was your love
And understanding
For you to be there for me emotionally
For you to show me your sensitivity

I am a woman not made to be hard
But to be soft and gentle
So how much more do you have to be this way with me and my feelings?
You never try to understand
You only get mad and go to bed
I guess it is easier to ignore me than to deal with me
If this that I see is so and you don't want to grow
Then we have no future
We have no life
We are nothing and will be consumed by strife

I don't feel that I ask too much 
I don't feel that what I seek is unreasonable
Especially when we speak of love


Details | Carpe Diem | |

ANOTHER YES

One time I asked myself what's so hard about being a child of Christ?
is it because I have to fight against the devil everyday of my life?
is it because I'm now saved and living sanctified?
or is it because I refused to sell out and I'm now rectified?
the hardest thing about being in Christ I would profess
is that after the first time, God requires another yes

when you say yes to God it's not a one time event
for it's only by His grace that you are even in His presence
to be a child of Christ you need to advance by little steps
and say yes to all He asks of you, if you desire to be His earthly rep
in the process of time God will tell you to have no fear
for when your well runs dry He will make water appear
for God won't let you thirst nor let you starve and die
He will always provide for on His word you can rely

when Elijah asked that widowed woman for some water to drink
she said yes, that's no problem, what did you really think?
but when he next asked for a little bit of bread
she said I only have enough for one last meal and then I will be dead
as a prophet of the Lord, Elijah wanted another yes
to see if she would commit to God and trust in Him to do no less
her first yes was only a very convenient gesture
but her second yes would have been a show of her true measure

sacrificial commitment and unselfish attitudes
are some of the things God requires of you
step out of your comfort zone
and sacrifice for the heavenly throne

many people tend to treat God like a tire that's a spare
kept in the trunk until we need it there
and when that tire gets us to our final destination
we remove that spare and put it back in hibernation
but God has a plan and He's not  just a convenient device
He's the master of our fate and Controller of our lives
you don't really own anything for all you see belongs to God
always give Him another yes and give it from the heart

so when that widowed woman did as the Prophet Elijah did say
God then provided her with food for many, many days
Yes Lord, Yes Lord say it as often as you can
Yes Lord, Yes Lord  I put my fate in Your righteous hands
Yes Lord, Yes Lord for You I can do no less
Yes Lord, Yes Lord,  ALWAYS ANOTHER YES




Details | I do not know? | |

three and a half wasted years

Ive been decieved by my one true love
I was blind to his words of trechury 
He went behind my back and layed with another woman 
He decieved my heart 
I thought i could trust him but now i feel i can trust no man 
I did nothing to deserve this kind of heartbreak 
Yet he did everything to break my heart
We cannot go back now 
And honesty is not his policy
I feel like i am drowning in hiw web of lies 
And all he is doing is making sure i sink
I feel weak now and the darkness is surrounding me 
I can hear him laughing and enjoying my misery 
He knew i wanted a life with him so he decided to kill me
He first started with my heart 
He insulted me and my love for him 
His words were like a slap in the face or a stab in the back 
I did not know that love included such cruelty
An all i have ever asked of him
Was to treat me great and always be truthful
He has not done that 
He has damaged my heart 
And now i walk around with a dead soul
I feel the weight of this heartbreak all over my body
He hated every word that would come out of my mouth 
So i quit talking
He hated my affection 
So i left him alone
I love him and yet he cannot stand me 
He lied, lies, and will lie to me
And that is how he killed me 
In his eyes i was nothing but a neusance to him 
He left me to wait on him too many times
I felt i had to wait on him 
For i loved him and enjoyed him more than anything
But he did not care.....
He did not want me
Then he blinded me 
I saw him and his other woman 
Thats when it broke 
It broke into many peices and it hurts
With every beat of my broken heart it hurts worse
I saw his arm around her 
And how he walked her to his door
I saw them together on his presious couch 
And his arm was around her again 
He showed me his preference in that one moment 
My natural reacotion was to slap him....
What else couls i do ?
At that moment i wanted him to feel the pain i was feeling and much more
He killed me and does not understand why or how he did 
He does not understand that this is not love that he is showing me 
Love does not hurt all the time 
Love does not mean being unloyal 
Love does not me lying or disrespect
Love does not mean cheating 
His love is not true love


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The Struggles Of A Black Man

The black man has had a life full of trauma
Forget what you heard save the drama for your mama
When will the struggles for the black man end 
When we will come together as a people and blend
Keep your head up black man and keep standing tall
You always have to give your all and all
Your struggle as a black man as a black woman I understand
And I will be there for you my black man
I know that times get frustrated and hard
And you always have to be on your guard
My black man stands with beaming pride
Because I'm his black woman I'll stand by his side
You have the strength to cope and endure
Just lean on me I'll be your allure
I'll always remember my black man with much pride
And I will continue to stand by his side
For the struggles of the black man continue to go on
Just remember my black man you are not alone
So keep hope alive and soar on high
Beacause you are my black man with dignity and pride


Details | Light Poetry | |

'The Woman and The Wall...'

The Woman Stands By The Wall
… knowing No Harm Shall Pass Thru
It is Strong … Made of Stone and Tall
A Constructed, Marvel – True …

The Woman Places By The Wall …
… a Basket of Hopes and Dreams
She knows, No Creepy Creature Can Crawl
Past This Foundation, as Deep as the Seas …

And The Wall Reaches to Destinies Un-Shown
Long Distance, Soaring Sure and Straight
So, the Woman can Lean Upon
and Rest on This Journey So Great

The Woman Stays By The Wall
The Wall Blocks Out Horrible Views
And Screams and Things Too Evil To Call…
… She Never Wants To Go Over You …

The Woman Holds Onto The Wall
Admiring Its Fortitude, Its Texture
And Tho’ Her Hands May Be Small
She Will Attempt to Respectfully Measure

… This Reliable, Wonderful-Wall
Stands Built, for Her Pretty Protection
So, This Battle-Scarred-Wall, Will Not Fall…
… from Her Supporting, Adoring, Affection

For God, Took Away Her Prayer-Shawl                    1 Cor. 11: 5
as She Marched, Under Heavenly-Protocol
and Master-Builder, Chose This One Over Them All
to Be Her Outstanding, Warrior-Wall !

…  The Woman and The Wall …


Details | Free verse | |

death of a little bird

outside the picture window
which provided pleasure to the
aging couple
whose days of raising their own 
children
were long gone in the past,
a mother blue jay had two babies &
the couple watched the whole thing
emerge,
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,
“no---
evolution dealt with the matter.”



Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The wife of a pimp

Carmel skin beauty
Once a truly  loving and kind woman
Until the streets found her and took her under.
Immediately turned this child into a money chasing crack fien.Ask her what her life 
dream would be she would tell you "for daddy to make me his queen".

This is the making of a pimps wife

This little girl soon transformed into a "triff" simple minded woman who only 
wanted to be daddy's house wife. Being forbidden this choice she then allowed 
every men to entice her body, just as long as they called out the right price.

This is a pimps wife

With all the bling ,bling every now and again you will hear her screaming.( This is 
how you knew she came in late again.) this time with the redolence of  alcohol and 
weed. "Daddy" didn't like that too much, so he thrashed her head in . Until she 
decided she could not take another breath. The woman was my African queen , 
best friend ,every man's ghetto dream, but in all reality she was me. 


Details | Romanticism | |

Window

In the still of the night
Long before the mornings dew
Long before the early dawns light
I look out my window
And am startled to see
This figure, a woman starring at me
She has such a sad look upon her face
Her smile is no more
A look of sorrow now takes its place
In her eyes you can clearly see the regrets
Of those special moments she can’t forget
Moments of which she could wishes she could change
But time only moves forward
And life can’t go back to rearrange
That’s the one thing you can count on to stay the same
She didn’t fight hard enough for him back then
She’s fighting too hard for him now
I wee her troubles in her eyes
She has looked to the skies
She needs to push through somehow
To find what she seeks
And seek what she finds
She’s screaming now
“Damn this life of mine”
Gone by are all the years
Here now are echoes of silence
And moments that are filled with tears
You see them running down her check
Leaves her always lonely and week
For it’s him she longs to hold
But all with him for now is cold
She has heard it been said
She has been told
Just to forget and try to control
The feelings, the love, the sadness, and all the laughter
The thoughts she once had of happy ever after
Let go of remembering how they lied
On the day they said goodbye
Or the songs they sang
The words were clear
But the meaning vague
She wishes that was the case today
The meaning of the songs
Are now to crystal clear
That part is what she don’t want to ever hear
During the shadows of the night
All she wants is him holding her tight
She wants to feel wanted, needed, and loved
She wants for this to so much
And longs to be able to one day thank
The good Lord above
You can tell she hopes soon this will be close in her sights
She prays her emotions of him are right
In the still of the night
Long before the mornings dew
Long before the mornings light
I look out my window
And I’m startled to see
That figure the woman still starring
And realize
It’s just the reflection of me


Details | I do not know? | |

Strength Of The Woman

A woman of strength, passion and faith…


             Lord knows you've sacrifice, I just wonder how you’ve coped?

             So many things you carry on your shoulders and heart.

             When the times got too rough and the days felt too long,

              You always remember to look to God up above.

               In Him you found the courage to go on.

               You are full of compassion, love and faith.

               Looking at the past, many battles you have fought. 

               You have stood on your own… for way too long

               I’m here by your side now, you’ve been granted a break
 
               I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should stumble

               A woman of strength, passion and faith…

               I appreciate and love you more than you see.
 
               If it wasn't for you, mother, I wouldn't have seen

                                                


Details | I do not know? | |

A Man's A Man Fer All Dat

When a man's on his own, he's just dat.
He's dis an he's dat … jus dis an dat …  an dat's dat.
But now let a good woman enter his life
Let a good woman become his sweet wife
Now he's inspired from dis and dat to this and that and more than that.

From seat left up to seat put down
To clothes picked up 'stead of lying around
From paper cups and plastic spoons
To silver and china with roses and moons
Yes, a good woman transforms his dis and dat to this and that and more than that.

She's a smiling light by which he sees
Yesterday's socks still below his knees.
Her delicate nose, bright eyes and charms
Reminds him to fumigate under his arms.
A man is a man fer all dat, but with a good woman life's this and that.

He wipes his feet as he comes in the door.
"Don't track that sawdust - not on MY floor!"
He hangs up his coat on the back of da chair.
Oh! That's right ... that's wrong ... it doesn't go there!
Well, he hangs it up somewhere, just where I forget
Not on the floor, 'cause the floor is all wet
From the mud on the boots which by the door should be set.
I’ll be getting that look again, that's a safe bet!
But instead she brings warmly a cup of hot tea
With smiles and kisses and m-m-m-m-m … biscotti.

I know there's a lot more dat a “THAT" man should do
Lots of rules about tea time and stuff called "foo-foo".
Yes, a man is a man for all that.
With sawdust and leaves on his old woolen hat,
On his own he's content as an ol’ alley cat, scruffy and scraggly as dis an dat.

But with a good woman like I'm blessed to call mine,
His life starts to mellow like aging fine wine.
His mind starts to think and his heart starts to care
For the spirit-filled treasure who's his lady fair.
So he opens her door, he puts down the seat,
He eats with a fork after cutting the meat.
With napkin in lap and armpits like cedar,
He thinks of his life and how much it is sweeter
Than when he was only and lonely and sad
And says, “Aye!  Dis new life ain’t really half bad!”


Details | Lyric | |

Soldier Boy

If tomorrow never comes
Then Lord I hope this day is good
I'm just an okie from Muskogee
Carrying your love with me
I go walkin' after midnight
From a thousand miles from nowhere
Silver medals and sweet memories
Of what might have been
All is fair in love and war
And who needs pictures
Take this job and shove it
And this dirt road too
If we make it through December
I'll go on lovin' you
For this is however feels
My woman my woman my wife
After the fire is gone
Please make the world go away
I'd march from here to eternity
With sixteen tons strapped to my side
For the ships that don't come in
It must be killing time again
Thank God I'm American Made
And not a moment to soon
So darlin' give me one more day
For it's a great day to be alive
For I'm thankful for my home's in Alabama
And Please God bless the U.S.A



Trying a new song again LOL


Bring Our Troops Home !


Details | I do not know? | |

Trash

You took my heart and you ripped it apart, 
you told me it was over for me; 
You told me I was trash, that I was no good, 
you said that you had to be free; 
So I sit here lonely with a broken heart, 
wondering where I went wrung; 
then I picked up a pen and paper, 
and I wrote myself this little song. 

You told me I was trash, that this life I lived, 
was not good enough for you. 
You broke my heart you abused my love, 
and left me all alone and blue. 
But thats okay for my life has changed, 
now I'm all over you; 
I hope that in this little life you live, 
you are truly happy too. 

Well the time has come for me to once again, 
find somebody else to love; 
A woman with a heart and a little class, 
a woman whose a cut above; 
A woman who will treat me with respect, 
and make me feel like a man. 
A woman who no matter what, 
will always try to understand. 

For you told me I was trash, that this life I lived, 
was not good enough for you; 
You broke my heart, you abused my love, 
and left me all alone and blue. 
But thats okay for my life has changed, 
and now Im all over you. 
I hope that in this little life you live, 
you are truly happy too! ! !


Details | I do not know? | |

Strength of a Woman( Revised)

                   A woman of strength, courage and faith…

Lord knows you've sacrifice, and you did that with grace 
   
Looking at the past, many battles you have braved. 

 So many memories… yet you still carry on.
       
 When the times get too rough and the days feel too long…  always remember…
              
                 You look up to God                                     

For in Him you found the courage to always move on.
 
      You are full of compassion, love and faith.

You have stood on your own… for way too long
 
I’m here by your side now, You have earned your break.
            
I'll be there for you, please give a call.

 A woman of strength, courage and faith…          
 
     I appreciate and love you more than you see.
   
     If it wasn't for you, mother, I wouldn't have seen.
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Strong

The things in my life seem nothing more than a complex structure that I can no longer mold
or control.
 I am a strong black woman in a world full of deception and criticism.
 I am a strong black woman who cannot help to be independent, to have pride in myself.
 I am a strong black woman who can understand the problems that we must face and overcome
to reach success. 
The fact that I am all these things never ceases to amaze me but amazes others. 
Amaze the ones  who look down on me not because I possess all these qualities but because
I am black and a  women in corporate America that I can stand on my own two feet  and let
my opinions be heard.  
Time have change this is no longer the 17th century where women must be seen but not heard. 
This is no longer the 19th century where blacks must work on plantation and obey there
masters and be suppress from obtain any knowledge about the world.
 I am a strong black women and I will fight to overcome all the barriers that surround not
only me but also other black women who feel suppress. 
Fight to overcome the hatred, racism and male dominance that are placed not only in the
minds of adults but children that they cannot succeed unless they are a certain color or
gender. 
I will fight for all those who can no longer fight for themselves.
 As I unite the weak and make them strong with these powerful words of wisdom.
 Words that they shall never forget “Strength lies within you and you must find the
courage to override all these hateful remarks to overcome your fears.”
 Words that have made an impact in my life when I felt I was not strong enough. 
I am a strong black women and I will conquer every challenge that passes by to take
control of my life.


Details | Free verse | |

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"..........


Details | Free verse | |

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?


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Girl

Little woman just cause you’re tall,
Little woman you think you know it all.
Little woman little you know that you are still my little girl.
No matter what you think you know,
No matter what you think you want.
No matter how bad things get.
I will always be there for my little girl.
When things are good,
When things get bad,
When everyone else fails.
I will always be there for my little girl.
To protect you and show you the way.
To guide you through life hard times.
To show you that love will always light up your way.
I will always be there because you’ll always be my Little Girl!


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

I Love You

We talk and talk,
pour our hearts out over and over again,
after holding in all I’ve always felt for so long,
we try to ignore what this has all come too.
I told you I’ll never forget the moment my world fell apart,
the night everything would change,
when we would part all together into two families,
the picture of you alone on the couch with that look on your face,
will be forever embedded in my mind.
hearing you cry, talking it out, that night will never die.
We will never stop crying these tears of our past,
we will never forget on where we've been, it always seems to last.
How we thought being together would always last,
but that’s just a memory of our cold past.
I thought I would never get over this fate, of what our lives are now.
But years pass by, and the pain in my heart, the hate in my mind
surely but slowly fades,
I know you never meant to hurt us,
you never saw this coming, that we would just fall apart like this.
After tonight, I see how much I truly miss these nights.
where we would talk for hours, pouring our heart, letting our emotions run wild,
with tears falling from our eyes after being so strong.
I know after all its all said and done,
I know I’m going to be okay, I always have because I have this strength inside.
It took me awhile to stop the pain from controlling my life,
pulled everything out of me and started to get determined about living my life.
You will always be a part of me,
I look in the mirror and I see you as a part of me.
The woman I am today is the woman you are today.
These lessons always come with a price,
a price sometimes is just so much to take.
We always struggle through the rain,
but we realize the sun will eventually shine,
and will turn into something beautiful.
But no matter what, I’ve seen enough and I’ve learnt so much.
I will never forget where I've been, 
and thank you for everything you've ever done.
because in the end you could hurt me time after time,
and I would have only one thing to say to you,
I love you mom and dad.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Epic | |

She was His sister, She was His friend

one of my favorite scriptures by far
is the one about the woman with the alabaster jar
she took a box of expensive oils and poured it over Jesus' head
she anointed Him with this precious gift, yet the men rebuked her instead
they could not comprehend why she performed this deed
Jesus told them "leave her alone" for she understands My need
this perfume costs a good penny and could have been used for the poor
but she has prepared me for my death, as I won't be with you anymore
she possesses a spirit of discernment and spiritually understands
that I, Jesus of Nazareth am God in the flesh, The Son of Man
I Am The Messiah, I Am The Deliverer and I Am The Savior
My purpose to show mankind how to live with god-like behavior
she was His sister, she was His friend
she possessed a spirit of discernment

for one to hear the voice of God, you must learn to open your ears
don't allow the thoughts of man nor the devil to intercede nor interfere
for the devil is a liar, a rascal and a spiritual thief
he will wreck havoc in your life and won't give you any relief
he will bring down upon you demons of destruction
follow the Word of  Jesus Christ for He gives positive instruction
Jesus, a manifestation of God came to give us the breath of life
He came to show us The Way  and how to deal with struggle and strife
He came as our advocate and to help us fight the good fight
and defend ourselves from the adversary with a good right
in the house of Simon amidst a group of men
Mary, the woman with the alabaster box became to Jesus a friend

the spirit of discernment is not in the hearts of most
not everyone can detect nor sense the spirit of the Holy Ghost
we tend to be ruled by the desires of the flesh 
and can't seem to change our behavior
we have to let go of the thoughts of man 
and look to Jesus Christ the Savior
so be careful who you talk to 
and be careful of whom you ask for advice
be careful that who you listen to possesses
the spirituality of Jesus Christ
do you do deeds for earthly recognition
to receive applauds and gratitude?
or do you do deeds from the heart
just because the are the right thing to do?

Jesus found a true friend in that woman 
when she did him a good turn
and He declared as long as the Gospel is preached, 
her good deed will forever be learned
with her oils on His head, her tears on His feet
she used her hair to dry them
Mary, a woman of discernment 
she was His sister, she was His friend


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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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The woman I want to be

The woman i am now
Is only half the woman 
I want to be 
The man I am with
Is more than half the man
That I need
I was never really 
Good at math
But when I put one and one together
It equals two people
That fit each others equation
Living everyday as if it was my last
I strive on
I push on 
Day after day
Finding myself
The bits and pieces that make me, me
Building that other half 
Of that woman I want to be


Ursula Breon Tillery


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Current Events

Feb 5, 8:39 PM (ET)


SOUTH BEND, Ind. (AP) - Police have arrested a woman they say robbed a South Bend 
restaurant while tearfully apologizing to the cashier. The woman, whose identity wasn't 
released, was taken to the St. Joseph County Jail on a charge of theft Tuesday night. 
According to a police report, the woman told the cashier at the Long John Silver's restaurant 
she had a gun and needed money, then began crying and said, "If I wasn't down and out, I 
wouldn't be doing this." 
As the woman waited at the counter, a customer in the drive-through line called police. The 
woman was running across a nearby parking lot as police arrived and arrested her. Police 
said no weapon was found.


It seems that the times have changed In effect, it changed me and you As needs are ever greater Cash and cents are few The burden of the masses, remains To provide for family’s needs And much because corporations Have bigwigs who like greed The jobs are ever scarcer As we all seek a new wage But now it’s too competitive Within this day and age So, we’re left to just survive And do so in any way I do so hope these times pass But yet, it’s not today


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Come Inside

A young woman sits alone on the steps of a church,
her heart is so full of pain, she has been through so
much.
All by herself, and afraid to go in, what will these people
think about all her sins.
Then out of nowhere, an old lady appeared, and sat
down beside her, asking, "why all the tears."
The young woman told her about her past, and lost years,
and the reason for her pain, and all the tears.
As the old lady listened to her every word, they brought
back so many memories, as she listened to this poor girl.
Then she told the young woman, she was once lost too,
but God sent her a miracle, with a heart so true.
For sixty years, she had loved only one man, who
had a heart full of compassion, and was able
to understand.
"For the last forty years, he had ministered here,
his spirit is so strong, I still feel him here."
"My son has taken the ministry now, and he is so 
excited to be back in his hometown."
"So let us hurry inside, and find us a seat,
you know, God has a lot of good people in there
for you to meet."


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All He Needs

The glow of the summer's sun encircles the mountain
 A solitary figure stands bathed in the aura of the light of the Spirits
 Looking out across the land
 He seems more warrior than just a man
 Lost in his thought one wonders where they are
 His spirit and his heart are so very far
 Far from this land he loves
 Safe in the heart of the woman he loves
 For so long he wandered lonely and sad
 Denying feelings he thought were dead yet he still had
 Yet then one day fate wandered his way
 And a spirit touched his heart in such a special way
 She showed him friendship, love and honor
 And soon he felt the same for her
He looks out far across this land
 Knowing he would trade all of this for her hand
 He asks the Spirits to hear his plea
 To show him the answer to set his heart free
To give him the words to tell his love for this lady
 To tell her he would spend with her an eternity
 In a distant place far away
 A woman awakens to a summer's day
 She thinks of this man she loves so
She holds his spirit in her heart
And patiently waits for the time a life together they will start
 She closes her eyes and sees his face
And for a moment they share that special time and space
 Gently he takes her hand
He knows he has all he needs for this lady completes this man





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YOU

In this life I have someone who makes my life worth living

A woman who is half of me and who fulfills my souls craving

A woman who glows with a radiant beauty that is so engaging

Someone who really gives my life light, color and meaning

 

A woman who can really make this old soul feel brand new

Without her I would be lost I wouldn't know what to do

If you ask who this woman is who I love so true

I can easily tell you honey it's no one else but you

 


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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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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 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 Woman Eyes " by Joseph Goodwill

If you take a moment to look deep inside a woman's eyes you can see the 
window to her soul. You can see her joy and her pain; her hopes and her 
dreams.  She may never say a word but her eyes can tell a whole story.  I know 
because I have had the pleasure to know many beautiful and wonderful women 
in my life.  But 6 women changed my life along with Christ.  They were my 
mother, my grandmother, my two aunts, my cousin's wife, and my beautiful wife.  
When I look into their eyes I saw where I came from, where I am now and where I 
am headed.  The man I have become I owe to God.  The way I treat a woman I 
owe to my mother.  A woman is a daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife, and that is 
just for starters.  You can find her at church, you can find her in the community, 
you can find her being a nurse to a child's wounds, and you can find her being a 
rock to her husband when the world is knocking him down.  And after all of that 
she is still a woman in every sense of the word.  I know man is the head of the 
house and God is its foundation but a woman is its CEO;  Chief Everything 
Officer.  My mother is no longer here on earth with me but if I want to see what 
she stood for all I have to do is look into a woman's eyes.  I don't only want to say 
thank you to the women who changed my life but thank you to all women for with 
God and you everything is possible.


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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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3,670 Days

I’m going down
Straight down in flames
Loving, barely living
Feeling the pain

My woman left me
10 years ago to the day
Oh, such a shame
3,670 days
I feel just the same
Like it was  yesterday

My heart 
Dear god does it hurt
It’s getting oh so dark
Bringing me to my knees
Lord, won’t you help me please

My woman left me 
10 years ago to the day
Oh, such a shame
3,670 days 
I feel just the same
Like it was yesterday

Caught her 
With another man
Listening to our favorite song
Then she was gone
Broke my heart into
Oh the pain in loving you

My woman left me 
10 years ago to the day
Oh, such a shame
3,670 days 
I feel just the same
Like it was yesterday

Now here I sit crying alone
No one to love
To make this place a home
Drowning in a puddle of tears
Which can’t wash away 
The last 10 years
That I’ve been missing you

My woman left me
Crying all alone 
10 years ago to the day
I still hear that song
Oh, such a shame
Now that she’s gone
3,670 days 
I feel just the same
Like it was yesterday…



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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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What If?

what if one man died to stop world starvation?
what if one died to end racial segregation?
what if one man died for social justification?
what if one man died so we could have eternal salvation?
what would you do? what would you say? 
would you get on your knees and for them pray?

what if one woman stood up for gender equality?
what if one woman refused to stand and give up her seat?
what if one woman served all her life trying to save lost souls?
what if one woman took a stance to help empower woman's roles?
what would you say? what would you do?
would you stand and applaud them and give them their proper due?

throughout the history of mankind 
many have stood up and many have died for a cause
men and women who were fearless in their quest
willing to died without pause
Ghandi, Dr. Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers
Rosa Parks, Susan B. and Mother Theresa
they all took a stand in this world to make a sacrifice for us
but the one who died to set our souls free was Christ Jesus


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Under The City Lights

I'm walking with a sad look on my face
Tears in my eyes under the city lights
Wondering how I'd have changed my ways
To love her truly, and faithfully all her life
Instead found myself holding someone else
Watched two beautiful girls walk out on me
Though, I should've went for some help

Now, I'm just a phony, with nothing on my hands
Trying to figure out what I could have done
To stay loving the woman who showed me heaven
The woman who proved she was the one
By loving and holding me tight, every night
She took the burden off my shoulders
And always had faith in me. in everything

Could have told the truth, but It'd hurt her
Could have told lie, and break her heart
They all seemed worse, nothing was left to do
But somehow chose the wrong thing to say
Set her free and gave her wings instead

That's why I'm walking with sad look on my face
Tears in my eyes under the city lights
Wondering how I'd have changed my ways
To love her truly, and faithfully all her life
Instead found myself holding someone else
Watched two beautiful girls walk out on me

Drove out together under the city lights
Holding hands all the way, into the night
Feels like we're holding other's heart
Lips pressed against her cherry lips
Now every feeling has gotten away
I've got nobody to hold tonight

That's why I'm walking with sad look on my face
Tears in my eyes under the city lights
Wondering how I'd have changed my ways
To love her truly, and faithfully all her life
Instead found myself holding someone else
Watched two beautiful girls walk out on me
Under those city lights




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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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North Wind

As the north wind keens from polar shores,
In the souls of ghosts with frozen claws
To rattle and rap on frosted panes,
Whistle through rafters and howl in drains.
Sweeping the dust of intricate lace,
Blanketing streets adrift in space,
Penguin-eyed dreamers retire to beds
With albino bats flapping storms in their heads.
Sleep in the snow drifts gently befalls,
Icicles hanging from railings and walls,
Love tells of pain as only love can,
Heard and revered by each woman and man.
Down in the dungeon of dark and desire,
Stars slit the blackness with passion and fire,
Somewhere a heart turns away from the cold
Transforming dead ashes to silver and gold.
As the north wind blows a frigid refrain
The power lines fail so the night may remain,
Love lights the candles as only love can,
Graced and embraced by each woman and man.


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A woman Like you

I was in a bit of a surprise to be with a woman like you...

Being with you is like a child being with his only and favorite teddy bear, he just 
want to hug it, kiss it, tell it you love it, and never let it go....

Everything about you make you the perfect woman for me in my eyes, my heart, 
my soul.....

Your personality is so wonderful to the point that I could talk to you about anything 
and never have to worry... which is what gave you my heart....

Your smile and the kiss of your lips is like I been kissed by an Angel.... and that 
what are too me....a blessing....

Just looking into your eyes is like I'm in heaven and could fly or do anything in the 
world with my wonderful girl... you by my side... which is what made me addicted 
to you... 

Just you being you make me feel like I have found the perfect woman whom no 
one in the world can take me away from cause she has my soul....which is why I 
love you....

Sometimes I wonder why out of all the men in this world you chose me.......

But whatever it was that made you do it, makes me thank the lord everyday for 
having you and he knows I am forever grateful for having a perfect woman like 
you who i can spend the rest of my life with....


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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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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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Good-bye Love

For the longest time I've only wanted to love you but didn't know how
After all you've put me through, you tell me you're ready now
But as each day passes by I've finally begun to understand
You could care less about how I feel, you never thought to reach out your hand
Frustrations build in my head, making me feel so alone
How could I be so blind and not see the disrepect has grown?
It only takes one kiss or a few words for you to ease my pain
But baby if I don't walk away from you now all we'll have is rain

So when I say good-bye one last time
Understand I only tried to make you happy while you were mine
Time after time, I was patient with you
And now I find out you were creepin on the low instead of being true

You've tried to convince me again and again it was she who lied
These lonely nights spent by myself make me realize a part of me has died
As much as I want you stading by my side I've learned to look away
Now that you see I've had enough you're begging me to stay
All I can do is look at you and shake my head
You weren't too concerned about me when you had another woman layin' in our bed
Stop blamin me for your mistakes, I won't put up with it anymore
Don't act like you arent like other men, you know what I'm walkin' away for

It's not much different without you, wait that's not the truth
Instead of being brought down I'm a strong woman once again
Bye for just one last time while we're sittin' here arguin' about where I was last night
Tell me how it feels now to be walked out on in a middle of a fight!
There is only one more thing I need to tell, in the morning you're gone
If not there will be drama when your clothes are thrown out on the wet lawn
Don't look at me as if I'm the one doin' you wrong
You were the one that didn't believe me when I said I couldn't put it up with it for long

This is where our story ends, there's not much more to say
Your boys have told me how you're doing, looks like you're not too worried about yesterday
That is how I know I'm glad I have moved on
My heart has healed, and my tears are finally GONE!


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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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what a catch!

a woman with a hemorrhaging problem went to see the Lord Jesus Christ
she believed that if she could only touch Him, it would save her life
as Jesus passed by the crowd she reached out and touched His hem
she was miraculously healed, the flow of blood did stem
physically, morally and emotionally she'd been condemned by her own peers
instead of praying for her to heal, the prayed for her to disappear
for misery loves company and with some people you will find
that even though they say they are Christians, they don't possess God's Kind

yes, life can sometimes be anxious, depressing and knock you to the ground
it can be tedious and routine, making you feel run down
yet when things happen over which we have no control
allow God to order your steps and with the Holy Spirit achieve you goals
just break out of your rut and go forward in your life
take a leap of faith today and catch the wave that is Jesus Christ

after that woman touched Jesus' robe she then attempted to hide
then Jesus said,"who touched me", for the power in Him did subside
that woman then stood up confessed to all and told Jesus why
He said to her,"your faith has healed you, go in peace" with God's prize

what a catch she made that day, it was a wave of faith
what a catch she made that day for on God she did await
her story has been passed on down, it's an example of unconditional belief
that if one lets God into their life through Him comes healing and relief

allow yourself to cleansed, wade in the water of God's tide
catch the wave of faith and then hold on for the ride
call on your determination to be your salvation and your inspiration
and whenever you call on Jesus Christ the power in Him will leave
and continue on to a place where there is a need
what a catch, what a catch, now healed and of good cheer
her faith in God has made her whole, her burden she no longer has to bear


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From Mother to Child

Truer words have never been spoken
As in the story I have to tell.
Of a woman’s nine month journey
And her emotional trip through hell.

Now this woman was in shock, of course
When she found out she was with child.
This state of shock, to say the least,
Was anything but mild.

For this woman, herself, was a child
At the age of only eighteen.
With termination out of her head
What she must do was eventually seen.

She knew she couldn’t support a baby
Out there on her own.
Even though her family promised
That she would never be alone.

And so the woman’s search began
Then she came to her final option.
Knowing it was for the best,
She decided on adoption.

She knew it would be difficult
To be so far apart.
Away from something that she loved
And would always miss in her heart.


With emotions running mad
She somehow found a friend.
At Mother Goose Adoptions
Her troubles would soon end.

For it was there that she met Dawn
The woman sent to her aid.
When Dawn told her how things worked
Her troubles began to fade.

Dawn reassured the woman
That the couple would be the best.
Because it was the woman’s job
To choose a couple better than the rest.

So she began to look through profiles
Then she stumbled across a pair.
From down within the Southern states
Who were full of love and care.

The woman knew they were the ones
Within the blink of an eye.
Yet for some odd reason 
She still wanted to cry.

For she knew deep down inside
This was something she’d never forget.
Because the thought still picked at her
If this was something she might regret.

Though she had her reasons
Some more obvious than a few
She knew this was something that must happen
For the benefit of you.

Your happiness and well-being
Are all that this was for.
Though it was for the better
The woman’s heart, this tore.

I pray that you are smart enough
To see what you must see.
For if you haven’t guessed by now
The woman is none other than me.

I wish I could express in words
Just what I’d like to say.
I wanted you to know the truth
And this was the best way.

Remember that I do love you
And that I’ll always care.
And if you ever need something
I’ll drop everything just to be there.

This story is not over
Though this poem will now end.
For as you sit here reading this
All my love I do send.





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The Struggles Of A Black Woman

The struggles of a black woman is at best a horrific, tumultuous one
But the black woman is strong and will not be un-done
We don't always do what we want to
We just do what we have to do
We've had to put up with so many un-fair things in life
Like hunger, desperation, molestation, and strife
Oh we have thrown our hands up and cried
For the hand we were dealt made the price to high
Will you as a black man stand by my side
Or will you walk and pass me on by
A strong black woman and much skills do I possess
And I will rise to pass the test and come out better than all the rest
What ever challenge or obstacle that's put before me
I'll put it down and hold my own fearlessly
I will finesse, finagle, and manage to win
Will my struggles in life ever end


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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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THE WOMAN IN ME

The woman in me wants to deal with the man in you; not the boy in you.

The woman in me wants to deal with the man in you because the boy in can not 
begin to understand or relate to the woman in me.

When I was a child ,I thought and played and did childish things,but when I 
entered into womanhood, I put my girlish ways on hold,and not away to 
remember no more.

The woman in me has many girlish ways,but there's; a time and a season for 
everything under the sun.

So when the woman in me shows forth her girls ways ,they will want to deal with 
the boyish ways in you.

The woman in me and  the man in you;the girlish ways in me and the boyish 
ways in you...

Oh, what a  perfect match!


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Growing Strong

At one point in time she was a loving wife
I'm sure she has been through every aspect of life
There is no doubt her divorce caused her strife
But she is still strong.....

When nights pass by and she's still alone with tear-filled eyes
All she has to do is look for her children; those are her golden prizes
Nothing can ruin her feeling of joy, not even silly lies
She remains to be strong......

A hundred hours a week dedicated to her job, her passion to help
She finds satisfaction in healing other's wounds, that's how she has always felt
A heart that remains strong and caring no matter what cards life dealt
She struggles but remains strong.....

This is also the woman who holds me when I fall flat on my face
Her words of encouragement telling me to take life pace by pace
Life isn't easy, she tells me and "That's just not the case!"
She teaches me to be strong.....

One day I know my mother will no longer be here for me
But I hope to make her proud by being half as strong as she
I want to be a woman like her, that's what I truly want to be
So she taught me to be strong...... 

 


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What a Rose Means to Me

In all my years, i've never met a person so unique.
Strength tempered by the toughest tragedies.
Seasoned by the deepest hurts and betrayals.
Sufferer of physical woes endlessly without complaint.
Pillar of strength.  With the heart of a little girl.
The only one too read all my journals.
Know all my secrets.
Share all of hers.
Take me into her family.
The only woman I wrote letters (with ink)...every day for years.
The only woman I've written poetry and music for.
A vision of beauty and sensuality like I never had known.
Wize beyond her years, yet innocent and easily hurt.
A woman who held me in the arms and sang to me as I flirted with death before.
A woman who supports me, as once I did her.
My protector, fearless and potent.
One with more faith in me than me.
The one who provided me with the greatest love of my life.
And best of all, my best friend.
Truer than true, more beautiful than my new organ.
One I spent 36 hours with in the hospital with, as she was unconscious and near 
death.
One who kept a room for me in her house.
My co-chef on numerous occasions.
My teacher.  My student.
Forging ahead against unbelieveable odds to further her education.
A symbol of immense significance.
A dreamer of my dreams.  A sharer of my nightmares.
We somehow wander thru life together, in one way or another.
A soulmate, if ever there was one.
A classroom of life values and example.
A remarkable person.
She is my Rose.
Always was, always will be.
For near forty years.
A flower in the desert of life.
An oasis in a parched world.


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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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A Woman

		Every little girl will one day grow up to be a woman, 
However age does not make a little girl a women. Because not all women know 
how to be a woman.
		A woman knows her sacrifices, and most of all herself 
worth. She knows she holds the want, and need of every man. She knows what 
that man would do to gain what she has.
		A woman doesn't give her all with ease, she knows her 
costs. She's the protector, the provider of her children, and anyone else under 
her wing. The care taker, she stands strong long after he leaves. Struggle heart 
ache, unbarring pain.
		A woman stands strong through all her battles, she 
knows her tears doesn't make her weak, but add to her strength.
		A woman knows you only place your hands on her with 
the gentlest touch, she knows she is not there for you to torture, mistreat, or 
abuse.
		A woman knows is not your woman, but her own woman 
allowing you the privilege to be with her. She also know how to take that privilege 
away, she knows, and demands her respect. She respects herself.
		A woman knows she is not to be mistreated, never willing 
led a stray. She also knows that if you don't have anything to add to her life your 
no good her. She not going allow you to take away.
		A woman knows the preciousness of her body,  she not 
going to allow you to devour her temple without charge. She knows the difference 
between selling your body , and getting what you need.
		A woman knows not only her age makes her a woman. 
Only a true woman knows how to be a woman.


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A Black Woman

I am a black woman.
Black woman am I.
This black woman is strong,
and never ever shy.

Could you look up to a black woman,
of nobility and pride?
Or look up to her for her 
intelligence, so vast and wide?
Are you afraid of her serious face
or piercing eyes?
Do you feel sorrow when she cries?

Do you know a black woman
from Africa-ka-ka,
But because of slavery now
lives in America-ka-ka?

How do you compare yourself to her?
Or do you at all?
Does your level of intelligence
differ from hers and all?

Could you be friends with a black woman,
of attitude and style...
Or would you stab her in the back
after awhile?

Are you impressed with this woman of color?
Impressed with her courage?
What about her pride?
Yes, as am I.
And you ask why.
Because this woman is you, you, and her...
but best of all this woman is I!


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women flaws

ladies
dont forget how amazing you are...
some women tend to forget
you have alot to offer to life itself...

oh ladies
dont forget how amazing you are...
some women tend to forget
they have alot to offer to life itself...

oooh

women are the greatest gift to life
im tellin you once-im not tellin you twice
ladies are the hearts of the earth
ladies dont forget how much
you worth...

the heart of a woman keeps the world turning
the strenght of a woman is so dam amazing
you (you) all you men dont see
hardships and burdens women baring

ladies dont forget this one thang
you worth more than anything

ladies 
dont forget how amazing you are...
some women tend to forget
you have alot to offer to life itself...

oh ladies
dont forget how amazing you are...
some women tend to forget
you have alot to offer to life itself...


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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


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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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Where"s Mom

Where's the woman who gave me life
who married Dad and became his wife
Where's the woman who taught me to care
and learn of life and what is fair
Where's the woman who's loving and forgiving
the one who taught us to work hard for a living
The years have taken her away and left this stranger here today