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Details | Narrative | |

Will You Tie My Shoes When I Grow Old

You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
Helpless, 
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of my soul.

Will you hear me
when I cry out? 
Will you hold me close
as I held you then? 

I remember the day
You took your first step.
There was no stopping you.
Your feet gave you freedom
to explore the world
like never before
but danger lurked.
I opened those doors anyway, 
cautiously, 
and introduced
you to the world.
Where will you be
when my legs
no longer run? 
no longer work? 
Will you realize
that I love
freedom too? 

I laugh
about that day
you first tied your shoe.
We tried and tried
to get that rabbit
in that hole
and you finally did it.
You pointed your toes
for everyone to see
how proud you were.

I am proud too, 
of my writing
and my drawing, 
of my needlework
and my cooking.
But my hands are beginning to ache
and my fingers will not bend.
I will lose the things
that make me proud
except for you.
Hopefully not you.
Will you let me
brag on you? 
Even tell wild stories
that are a bit beyond the truth? 
Will you be proud of me too? 

I waved good-bye
that morning when you left
on that large, yellow bus.
I was so scared.
I know you were too.
You waved at me bravely
through the dusty window
but I saw the water
forming in your eyes.
You came home, however, 
full of pride and joy.
You sang the alphabet song
and got most of it right.
You practiced for hours
until you could sing it
even in your sleep.

But 
I'm afraid.
I forgot
whether I took
my pills today or not.
I forgot
if I told this story before.
I even forgot once
who you were
and it terrified me.
My mind
is my treasure
the only thing I have left, 
and I heard you make
fun of me
for not remembering
that I gave you the
same gift as last year.
Will you love me
when I no longer
know who I am? 

You came home blushing
from the glow of
your first kiss.
Your first love, 
the one you thought was real.
You talked about him non-stop.
You changed for him. You gave.
But he left you anyway
for a blue-eyed girl
and I held you
while you cried for him.

I too have a
broken heart.
The love of my life
left me after
fifty-six years.
He left me here
to live life on my own
while he moved on
to another realm
And I cry for him too.
I long for his shoulder
and strong embrace.
I feel betrayed
because he and I
made a deal
that we would never
leave the other alone.
Yet I am alone
sitting in an echoing house
with no hands to hold.

You welcomed her home today- 
your tiny baby girl.
She has your eyes
and possibly your toes.
I see you counting them
as they roll me
into the room.
You finally came
to visit.
It has been a while.

You look up at me
with tears in your eyes
and ask
almost desperately, 

"Will she tie my
shoes
when I get old? "


Details | Ballad | |

WHEN I LOVE THEE

I LOVE THEE I am no voluptuous beauty nor do I live a life of purity I can only say: I love wholeheartedly with all I am so truthfully I keep my heart open though it gets hurt so often I avoid to be irate as I know love changes the heart rate.. Guys tried to coo and woo, they say words as for "only you" Yet, hard to believe it is true as I see some untrue I give chances as my heart marks with tact entrances I learned from various instances looking man in romances In places where rules impede, two persons who wants to bid Not of money but of affection, in them must be determination I love thee not of what you have… Not even of who you are but to how you are to me… If I love you, don't tell me much what to do… As me, myself will show you, I am that real and true.. Yes, I am liked by many but tell you what: I don't like this honey nor am I proud of it in anyway One is enough to make me stay Stand with me through it all, I give my best not to fall My name your sweetest call echoing in every wall.. Hold me firm yet dear; allow me to move closely We'll make it anyhow, treading smoothly on flows... We are strong, aren't we? No one moving alone Together we'll face phases in tune, though there will dunes.. © OLIVE ELOISA D. GUILLERMO 3:25 pm, 07/13/2013 CONTEST: ANY POEM GOES #13 SPONSOR: POET DESTROYER 8TH PLACE (TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY)


Details | Free verse | |

Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 


Details | Lyric | |

A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless


Details | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Abbey


Amid the woods and snow he saw her form,
predestined oracle he sensed this was,
her recollected glance, was lone in storm,
outside the chapel she became first cause .

Lit were the chandelier's ocher chandelles,
his heartbeat thrummed an airy rhythmic spell,
the forest snowstorm reeled - shaped ghostly belles
invited him beneath the ringing knell.

Their Angel's bliss, his soul received in flames,
adept and kind the whisper of her voice,
"- Forgiveness calms those who indulge in blames;
devoutness is the prelude of free choice."

Outside he stepped beneath the Abbey's knell:
His voice dispersed above the snow and mass,
in cold embraced the iron wrought of bells,
- as waxen light passed through the chapel's glass.

His mind and woods enjoined in forceful prayer,
spells sacrosanct and numinous instilled,
in abstinence the sanctified abbe,
abandoned Convent life to years and thrills.

Escaped then he, to meet the woods in dark,
amidst their sovereign heights he was her groom,
continuum of time and space to arc,
his childhood's wraith became in mists and tomb.

© G. V. 01-04-2012 All rights reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)


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)


:-)


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

A Love Song To A Beloved

‘‘A friend once in his youthful flight 
Had found a beauty delight
Though distance stretched them in mileage
But their love was destined to find a page’’

A lark that sings in the morning bright
Ke-ke-li, O Kekeli! My beautiful light
The hanging garden upon my sight
Hands of fate has woven a happy home
A love of current, stronger than the Law of Ohm
Invigorating, a love connected at heart
Which God designed never to part

Where there is love,they say there is a way
Our love I believe is here to stay
Kekeli, my beloved, sing me a serenade
A song of an angel’s grade
That in heaven’s clime pervade
Sing it across space and time
And make it last like a rhyme

My beloved Kekeli! You’re my light
You’re my Hephzibah, my only delight
Thou art fairer than Friedan Betty
Thou art matchless in beauty
So calm and inviting like the blue sea 
Beauty not to be told but for eyes to see

Behold my mistress of fair skin 
Eyes of diamonds, pure and pristine
O Tell me, you whom I was made to love
One, unique in your choicest apparel
Lips of zebra stipes set with a berry
The hanging petals of a blossom cherry
Chief among all my thousands buddies
O Kekeli! The only ruby my finger shall find
And wouldn’t be ashamed to be called uxorious

"For as a young man marries a virgin
so shall your sons marry you, and as
the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
so shall your God rejoice over you". Isa 62:5



Details | Verse | |

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....






Details | Free verse | |

SHE'S A MOM,SHE'S THE ONE

She's the one who carried you in thy womb.
Every day she counts until you grew.
A happiest moment she ever had,
Is when she first touched your little hands.

She's the one in charged to everything.
Twenty-four-seven,her duty never ends.
Do the house chores,nanny and cook.
Doesn't receive  salary for her hardwork.

She's the one who kept tears in the night.
Just to assure a family will keep in sight.
She endures all heaviness this life has bring.
To keep her children away from fears.

She's the one  gives unconditional love.
Forgive our sin, no matter how it hurts her heart.
She has a bag full of smiles.
A hug and kiss is all that she wants.

As she gets old, please love her back.
Repay her hardworks and multi tasks.
Take care the way she did for us.
We'll be a mom too,and do what she does.




~~ Dedicated to all Souper MOMs~~

**HAPPY Souper MOMS DAY!!!! **


Details | Ballad | |

Detoured Dreams

I always thought of heaven,
as a warm, New England Fall day. 
The leaves were shining brighter
than the street post lamps at midnight. 
I’m cruising along the highway. 

Passing scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us?
Everything that was -is 
fortunately apart of today.  

And I write-
because it relieves my pain. 
I create
because it’s nice to remember how to love.
Am I therefore less worthy, 
if I one day choose to make money, 
off my lovely creations?

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
Legend has it at one time, 
that’s what he wanted out of life.

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
What if someone had embraced this passion, this skill?
He could have sipped wine, 
painted on blank canvases,
and basketed in reflection of the moon.

He could have
Made love, 
and wrote songs, 
and Praised God, 
for the fortune of being able to dream. 
 
Instead, 
He abandoned his love for creation,
His love of art, 
praised only the devil
and became crazed with hate,  
millions were slaughtered, 
millions had to pay the price.
How tragic can life be?  

But now, 
I’m Passing through scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us? 
Everything that was -is 
unfortunately apart of today.  

we never know just how much
shutting down one little, tiny, persons dream
can effect so many other people’s dreams.
and the generations to come. 

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
 would it have spared us some?


Details | Lyric | |

Devils only walk straight lines...

devils' cannot go round corners' 
evil cannot bend- 
it is mostly found in madmen 
...in many cases
"some married men"
 
they all wear bare face masks, 
the evil of the deciever is located 
in their eyes...connected to a rotten 
heart...here the deceit is beating... 

..."sin salivating demon"...

they are frustrated fallen women...
predators of women and children, 

you can find them on your t.v 
preaching Christian words,... 
more lies...
the flesh of young 
they love to torture, 

another so called "Christian, politician" 
to be exact, preaching against 
child molestation, 
found himself in prison, 
for raping children,...that's a fact 

the devils work, gives lips service 
to that of a spiritual demon flirt 

none of you can be trusted, 
you are all potential rapists' 
just a matter of time 
before your a%s is busted, 
before the truths' uncovered 

you Christian 
ass holes point the finger at gays...
when you are the real reason 
why you go to church and pray 

it is not to find your faith, 
for you have none at the start, 

...for you wouldn't do
the kinds of things
that break a childs heart...

you know it is only a matter of time 
before your life falls apart ...

hang your head in shame you bastard!!!
hang your head in shame... 

you're the reason why women leave men 
why so many despise your type
the heart of this man is not be trusted... 
from experience this logic commands 

...another supposed family man...
Hiding behind his family...his wife

don't preach to me you sinner... 
all of you make me laugh... 
you won't find me in one of churches 
your mind bending cult... 
perfectly built to house sinners 
your the ones' who take it up the a#s

this so called religion
you hide behind...
you yourself a joke...

Now I could write a passage
of compassion-be a real bleeding
heart...

but as adults who are we protecting
here...the child...or these nobs
these predators...that steal
a childs innocence...a childs dreams

there is no compassion
only an abyss I cannot forgive
anyone...anyone for this...

 for these kids
a life of nightmares dark shadows
and silent screams...they'll either end up
victims...or brave courageous...
strong and determined human beings...choose a life
of love somehow become a beautiful
loving person...

for devils only walk straight lines...
in God you will repent...
in God there is no pretence...


Details | Free verse | |

She Called Me Darling

She called me darling
And I felt my feet grow roots
While the ground swelled to meet me

She called me darling
As the wind combed the briers in my hair
And strange squirrels anointed me with nests

She called me darling
And the sun painted my cheeks rouge
While the sea spilled from my eyes

She called me darling
As my heart thundered in the distant sky
And the earth shook from its efforts

She called me darling
And a balloon in my chest swelled
Bursting forth with barely contained joy

--------------
Freeish Verse.
Just a little sweet poem to try and overcome my writer's block.


Details | Free verse | |

I Love Passionately

i just wanted to watch her 
to look into her eyes
to listen to her thoughts
i just wanted to inhale her entirety.

her words were soft and tender
they flowed like seeds in the wind
i had no desires that would cloud her offer
and her offer was as gentle as the morning light
as powerful as rays of sun shine,

both and the same!

like the dove that flies effortlessly
but also defends the nest
and not an eagle anywhere.

she holds an olive branch as a symbol of peace
but like the mighty oak she too holds its strength.

i love women who dare to be women
i delight in how they hold us in their heart
without them where would men be 

i love women and their sensibilities 
quiet i listen and learn
later we’ll plow the field
for now i delight on all that she brings.


Details | I do not know? | |

Let's Keep It Real

 It's funny when you just feel like you in this world alone -
Know one understand's you , not even the one's who consider themselves 
to be grown -
Black women a relationship is not about you , one woman -
It's about that woman including that man , united together we stand -
Every arguement is not just the fault of him -
Consider what you did before the arguement and remember 1 of you 
equals 2 for them -
 Know man should put his hand's on a woman as well as know woman 
should put her hand's on a man -
But , in a relationship we should both keep it respective because the outside
line will never understand -
Something that is workable to both of us is over exaggerated by them -
Even though we where both in the fault the outside line only blame's him -
I think that deep down inside every man has some good -
Im in a seat now where the one's you say , are no good once stood -
 I was more than good i was great -
Now, Im trying to keep from tearing down someone else's wall with all 
this hate -
Im a dog because i don't want to throw my heart in -
Rewind my life and sweet heart come again -
Who came up with this rule that he alway's has to lay down the red carpet
for you -
Back in the day's we women where strong and everything that was old to
us was brand new -
 Black women why does jealousy has to be part of your plan in order to get
some attention -
When you get some you don't want it ; sorry to you lady player's that one i had
to mention -
Black women if you feel like you deserve to be treated good than raise your
hand -
Now put your hand's down and look around because that's what it feel's 
like inside of every good man -
 Black men stand up and tell your woman i deserve to be treated good -
Black men tell your woman i love you but , let's make sure that what i said  , is
understood -
Some of us black women need to recognize that in a relationship it's 50% for
you and 50% for me -
If you don't have no 50% than don't expect no red carpet because everything
that you thought was about you include's me -



Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Bond of Love

Love shall be the easiest word; to say.
Though deeper than any words do go,
Harder in ways that anyone may show.
True love so much more such anyway.
Shall wipe out any form of dismay,
 If veracity of heart is graciously slow.
When mixed with eyes that seem to glow.
Tenderness rewarding, true loves array.

More than any act, that enriches pleasure.
Flows from, enacted verses; unspoken,
Spirited rapture, with hormonal divide,
From the soul; pure golden treasure,
Enriches feelings beyond any token,
Heavenly bond ensues; when two coincide.


Details | Rhyme | |

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......


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Mother's Day--God's Blessings to all Women--Your Mother and Mine

Your Mother and Mine
Tis Every woman
Whomsoever helps 
Any children.. anytime

Looks after them
Fixes and gives
them something to eat
Cleans them up... 
to smell sweet

helping them to live
and grow.. 
guiding their ways
Edifying thier lives
Within these earthly days

Your Mother and Mine
Always spending their time
Taking care of any children..
Giving from within their hearts
So Children can go on living
 
helping with childs needs
Fixing up 
their skinned-up knees
helping them 
with their broken hearts
Wiping away tears.. 
helping them cope with fears
Watching them 
grow through the years

As there are many women
Within this world.. Care-giving
Whom is Your Mother.. and Mine
Even some  have children of their own
Some are Grandmothers.. Aunts.. 
Teachers, Preachers, Doctors, Nurses
Any Women.. whom gives tender-love
Even women of the neighborhood tis Mothers

All the women whom tend.. 
to look after any children
whom go out of their way
bringing compassion with smiles 
giving many children..  Love everyday

God's Blessings are giving 
within the hearts of many women
Whom choose to be.. for many children
even when they have their own..
These women are tis as I see..
God's Blessings.. of Many Mothers

There are many children
Whom seek so many women out
Whom they choose to call.. them their Mother
Whom shows them Love.. Tenderheartedly giving
For I know.. this without a doubt
For many children come to my house
They.. as All Children are.. Blessings
God gives in many ways.. all women Blessings of Children

Your Mother and Mine
Children say this to me all the time
Motherly Love.. is giving by God above 

Happy Mother's Day!!! 
To All Women.. 
Even Mother's as Mine whom already gone to Heaven.. 

Dedicated to You.. Momma.. 
as You always be.. My Mother 
and many.. You had given Love.. Tenderheartedly unto
Tis be.. Your Mother and Mine...
                                                 "I Love Momma"


Details | Free verse | |

The wedlock rose

The wedlock rose!

----------------------

If our marriages are made in heavens, why are they broken in this world?

If we tie the knot for life, why so soon nothing is left to be said or heard?

You made me feel like the brightest star, now I'm under the darkest clouds!

My wedding dress with your dying love will be buried in divorce's shrouds!

I think I haven't changed, I am the same charming lady you loved so mad!

You tell me I'm not who you thought I was, how all good in me turned bad?

With you I were dwelling in the skies, in a galaxy of stars with the full moon!

Your change of hearts had me crestfallen, sending me down to this lagoon!

Holding the bouquet of fresh red roses you gave me bending on your knees!

Dropping their petals into water, I'm sending 'em on their separation journeys!

But once they are not the part of the flower, they'll lose their bloom and wither!

Just like we both are now lifeless statues, not the lively souls the way we were!

If only everyone who walks the aisle remembers that the wedlock is like a rose!

With so much fragrance, color and beauty, why'd a few thorns slit sacred vows?

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Poetry by Dr. Asghar Nazeer (LinkedIn profile http://sa.linkedin.com/in/drasgharnazeerlinkedinprofile)

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Details | Couplet | |

Happy Birthday Carol and Antoinette

April seven is joined together in two special ways
My wife and Carol Brown were each born that day

In so many ways, they remind me of each other
For each one has the heart and soul of a mother

Like a great big clown riding a little bitty bike
Antoinette and Carol are the type we naturally like

Two separate women who hold pieces of my heart
Although, each one holds a completely different part

Antoinette was able to see what no one had seen
Inside of this nightmare lived a very beautiful dream

Carol’s beautiful heart was able to help me to see
Poetry Soup was exactly the place I needed to be

Two very different women with two similar souls
Played significant roles in my reaching my goals

One helped me piece together my shattered heart
The other helped me keep it from falling back apart

I think I’m truly about as lucky as any man can be
There are so many different people care about me

Carol is just one of many I love here on the soup
I’m lucky to have landed in such a beautiful group

Carol, never doubt the truth in these words I say
This is the highest complement I could ever pay

To be written alongside a poem with my wife
Means “I Love & Respect” every drop of your life

You’re the very first to have landed in this spot
Old friend I reckon that means I love you a lot

April seventh I’ll proudly find my knee’s and pray 
You’ll have a wonderfully blessed special birthday


i wanted to write Carol a Happy Birthday poem
but I wanted to give it special meaning. Anyone
who knows how much I love, admire, and adore 
my wife; knows that for me to place someone in
a poem alongside her, is the highest complement
I could ever make. Carol thank you for the love,
friendship, support and prayers you have given me 
over the years. I'm very honored to be your friend.











Details | Ballad | |

THE PERFECT WOMAN

THE PERFECT WOMAN

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

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

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


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



Details | Free verse | |

A seed of love planted in the soil of my heart

I sailed unaware into 
the ocean currents 
of her life:
and 

smitten, I 
desired to ride 

them with her;
somewhere 
along 
the ocean ways, a 

seed of love 

planted in the soil of
my heart had taken root 
and grew--only to perish 
like 

a young hope 

that's fleeting:
though I loved her, 
she 

still wounded
me 

like a careless 
knife. 

In spite of 
this and myself, 
I looked 

for encouragement
in her stare; 
and 

at the outlines 
of her graceful 
form 

I did wonder: 
she was 

indeed 

a Helen of Troy, a prize, 
on whose loveliness 
I 

so richly gorged! 

But never was 
a lonely man 
more wretched 
than 

I was, 

as she could 
not return my
affections  

with equal measure of feeling.  

I would be more
glad had she been 
unwedded to another,
and   

could easily be within 
my desirous 
and
jealous 

orbit! 

In time, I 
never 

saw 
her again;

and love, or the 
appearance of it--like 
an aborted 

fetus

flushed down the 
toilet--died 

with her parting 
as well!



Details | List | |

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


Details | Villanelle | |

Newness of Life

In Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
life around us is renewed
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Do entice men with a curtsey
careful least it's a wedding bed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

Now the ladies, a few doxy's
love to spin,  their skirts all spread
Ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Love comes courting in ecstasy
the fashion this year is redheads
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

The ladies are so full of moxie
lead men on but no maidenhead
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Fluttering eyelids so saucy
men their passions this time unfed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy


Details | Personification | |

The Perfect Woman

 Since I was a boy I have known of her . I've dreamed of her in my fantasies , I have visioned you in my thoughts.Never knowing why or how or 

where she came from, Just she was there .Not ever did I see her face ,but I've known all the while of her beautiful smile. Eyes of an Angel , I can  

see all the way to her soul. Hair that flows over her shoulders like a waterfall.  . Just a dream in my head , my imagination gone wild , but I have 

always known she would be mine one day , A goddess  I will cherrish as my Queen and love her with all my heart. Spoil her with gifts and 

treasures, what ever she likes .The girl of my dreams I have honestly seen .I have spoken to her  and it is exactly as it was suppose to be . She's in 

love with me. Oh and she is the prettiest thing, this woman thats always been in my dreams .I was put here to meet her and she to meet me . I have 

always been in her dreams ,that's what she's been telling me . A match made in Heaven is what she claims, a love forever , a happiness for life , a 

Joy in our hearts that makes our lives worth living. Every since I was a boy I have known her. This woman of my dreams.
TAC


Details | I do not know? | |

WOMEN STOP LIE

WHY DO WOMEN LIE
THEN TRY TO HIDE IT MOST OF THE TIME
GOD WHY CAN'T WOMEN SPEAK THEY MIND
STOP IDLE AND EVEN STOP THE LIE
THEY SAY ONE THING
THEN THEY LIE AND CHANGE IT
MEN CAN'T LIVE WITH WOMAN
WHO CAN'T FIT INTO THE HONESTY HOOD
WE WANT OUR WOMAN TO BE STRAIGHT
DON'T LIE TO US WHEN IT'S LATE
MEN COULD FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE
BUT WE AINT WANT ANYBODY CALL US LIAR
GOD PLEASE LIFT THIS CURSE FROM WOMAN
HELP THEM TO PATTERN THY LIFE AFTER AN HONEST SOMEONE


Details | Couplet | |

He's Sexy and you Know it

When I read your words they hurt a lot
Some men are men some others are not

Perhaps sex appeal he doesn't lack
With his power women take him back

He's a women hater of the worst kind
He lives to play his games with womens minds

Telling you somehow you are not enough
Through his dark lies you re-live some bad stuff

Yet in the end you come to realize
This bad boy is a devil in disguise

When you reject him he falls to his knees
You see the real him he is a disease

He never deserved you just walk away
For in the end you have the final say


Inspired by Becca's poem "No longer will she agonize"


Details | Free verse | |

Your Secret Place

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,

Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape  so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes

A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win

time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature


Details | Couplet | |

My Mother

My mother takes me to different places
and laughs at all my silly faces.

She runs me a nice warm bath
and helps me with my math.

My mother makes me healthy snacks to eat
and sometimes let's me have a treat.

She takes care of me when I'm hurt 
and cleans me up when I'm covered in dirt.

My mother talks to me about all the dangers
and reminds me not to talk to strangers.

She tells me not to lie
and wipes my tears when I cry.

My mother always brushes my hair
and teaches me how to share.

She claps for me when I'm right
and comforts me in the night.

My mother is 5 feet, 4 inches tall
and she is the best mother of all!


by Ana Espinola Collins

I wrote this poem for children years ago....I thought today was the perfect day to share it with everyone!


Details | Rhyme | |

To Netina

I stood beside you there at the grave side
I heard the prayers and laments of the priest,
And I knew that you didn't recall who I was,
I thought you'd remember, at least.

Though the years and our lives separate us,
And we both wed others, its true,
Though I gave to my wife my heart and my life,
My first love, and longest is you.

I followed your life avidly in the papers and press,
I knew when you married and became a mother,
I knew of your daughter, more than I had oughter,
And I knew of the heroic deeds of her brother.

Well, in wars some must shine and some simply die,
Your son won his medals, so did mine.
Mine is buried somewhere in that hell over there,
Yours rode his glory to regions divine; politics!!

Well, I buried my love, she who loved me.
As today you have buried your husband, your prince.
I still recall pledges we made when in the third grade,
When you kissed me, and I have loved you e'er since.

'Tis true that women love different than men,
Thank God that He hath made us so.
For men have more love because women love better,
So I'll now take my old love, and go


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


Details | Prose | |

She

She's the flour in the middle of a fertile desert soil
She dreams of my dreams when i dream she dreams dreams that we dream
She's a speechless pole
She's a footstep away from my soul
She dreams of my goal
She's my African queen
Her womb carriers the nation's poetry
She takes me back to my dreams in chains
I make my own God she believes
She's one minute past jealousy
She's the speed of an angry poem in the dark
The black paint building an arch
The spirit of a mic resurrected by a dead poem
Speechless pole stronger than cone
She's my poem
She's my poetic lyrical port
I can see by the blushes right under my rhymes
She's so beautiful she makes you read her repetedly
She's my poem


Details | Couplet | |

My Perfect 10

If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.

She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.

Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.

She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.

A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.

My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.


Details | Verse | |

A Perfect Woman

A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.

From obscure origin appears,
a tranquillity not surpassed,
with only virtue in arrears.
Instructed and morals to last – 
admiration is thus fanned.
A perfect Woman, nobly planned.

Her arms are strong and she is fit,
her stamina unlimited,
not only work, but hearts to lift.
At her hearth you will be admitted,
a welcome fit for man of any brand – 
To warn, to comfort, and command.

Her tears she may hide from the world,
cruel in its assessment of her,
leaving her golden heart in the cold.
Her true value measured in myrrh.
Her ready smile to set things right
and yet a Spirit still, and bright.


Love, only arrow in her bow
to teach us the lessons of life
and that we shall reap what we sow.
Testimony to the perfect wife.
She inspires all to a new height
with something of angelic light.

Poetry form: GLOSA 
Based on: 
PERFECT WOMAN
by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

The original poem by Wordsworth: http://www.englishverse.com/poems/perfect_woman


Details | Romanticism | |

When I Look Into Her Eyes

Every time I'm feeling down, or feeling so blue
As if there's nothing I can do
My spirits always seem to rise
When I Look Into Her Eyes

I'm new at this, this game of love, but got no shame
Get excited when she calls my name
We're trying on love for the very first time
When I Look Into Her Eyes

Their beauty takes me to the depths of forever
Where we are so happy, and together
Oh how I'd love to just hold her tight, and never let go
Into Her Eyes, oh how they glow

Comforting and loving with passion to spare
Those two heavens with my world, I ache to share
I'm trying on a first love, a first love for size
When I Look Into Her Eyes

The fires of my love they're igniting 
And to our future her eyes are exciting
There's rose gardens and sunny skies
When I Look Into Her Eyes

Their love, with desire is burning
She's got my world upside down, and turning
Oh how the world stops, yet the time somehow flies
When I Look Into Her Eyes

But when I think about what will happen
I realize Into Her Eyes, how deep I am trapped in
Soon I will have to kiss her softly with the goodbyes
How long will I live without their beauty, how will I survive?


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 | |

THE NOBILITY OF WOMEN OF MERIT

Even precious jewels cannot approach their value,
For the women of merit are priced beyond them.
Their beauty is found in the works of love they do,
And in their smile facing the future that is never dim.
Most arise at dawn when it is still like the night
And wrap round them bands of strength like corsets.
Going out like the cargo ships before daylight,
They conduct their business for handsome profits.

Their beauty is matched by their hearts filled with virtue,
For there is rich wisdom and mercy on her tongue.
Their clothing soft fair linen of purple and blue,
And open are their hands to needy they live among.
Men give them praise and children give them honor,
Since her public reputation is all to her credit.
Eschewing evil for the good at every corner,
They ply their gifts toward works of merit.

Oh to be her partner in labor and pleasure,
For her fire will not go out for the night.
Her company for sure has profit in full measure,
And lifts high the muse of good cheer’s delight.
Faith is her deserved and hard-earned reward,
For her strength and self-respect passes the test.
About her worth there is candid accord,
Among women her title is the very best.


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 | Ballad | |

My Invisible Ink

The evening sun dawdles into the dark
Night’s darkness croons nocturne
My eyes popple as they turn into Crocus flower
Dreams flow down as I sway in nirvana.

At the sight of your godly beauty
My soul wobbled at the edge of my oblivion
Your body as charming as Jips Twink-
The special kind of Pelargonium.

Delirious with joy I was contented
The pleasure alone filled my belly
As you revealed the pearl you’re
My roots are embedded in you.

At the morning sight of your face
Smiles cascade my face in torrents
Of expressions as morning unfolds
Joy opens in my heart a la Crocus flower

At the morning whisper of your wishes 
Purred with pleasure from the tone of your voice
I woke up with only but one thought-
You’re my invisible ink.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Diary of A Decons Daughter

Growing up as innocent as a New Born child Knowing no Wrong About the world. I Found My self Falling..... looking for the love of in all the wrong places not a christan bone in my Body.. Recieveing texted messages and Phone Calls that would Make my parents Blush. Im far from a saint..... I Just got so big headed in thinking i know it all. Abusive relationships Had knifes put to my Throat to even Being choked out as the man who claimed he loved me tryed to advertise me to his Brother.. Still looking for love i didn't quit. i figured through my pain someone will love me turning pages in my Book that lead me to a place of self hate my confidence dropped.. giving my love for love but only received hate. Im tired so when you see me in church praying Dont judge me because we all have a story. i Been Dragged. to picked up and tossed to the shreader time and time again. lost so much faith in god Because i believed if he loved me so much then why would he let me suffer. Im the Deacons 
Daughter dont mean that i'm a saint so judge me and be judged...


Details | Lyric | |

Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013


There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone


Details | Ottava rima | |

To Women

No mortal has triumphed to conquer your appeal,
From Enkidu's Shamhat to Cain's Aclima it starts
Longing for possessing you was part of the ordeal,
For lust grew unfathomed with the first love darts
Craving carved its roots in men with a hefty zeal,
Until it blurred our nous with the serum of hearts
Till now the journey keeps marching without retreat
If all is summoned, faith to you until the endmost beat!

© Guru Jad 2013


Details | Romanticism | |

This One Girl

This One Girl,
Every night she greets me
In my arms she rests
No one else's around, we're free
Time's standing still, a sweet caress

This One Girl,
I've always loved the most
We've gone our separate ways
To two distant, far away coasts
To spend the rest of our days

This One Girl,
I'm not knowing if her face
I'll ever see again
Or if of her, I'll ever find another trace
But still all my love, her way, I'll send

This One Girl,
There's just something about her
A magic to her ways
Making my heart stir
She's got me in a daze


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | Light Poetry | |

His Girl

With his wisdom and my charisma, we shoot strong magnetism.
To be his girl is simply magnetic phenomena.
His love is instrumental loving me without words, reassurances me that I can be his girl.
I do not need to travel the world; I already know that he is the one I am looking for.
Interventions of my heart and his mind, is a love affair that is one of a kind.
My felicity I draw off his mentality.
His pleasing quality makes me love his intellectual capabilities.
I am guilty committing felonies strictly on fidelity, showing nothing but loyalty.
Everlasting fiery no other man can come near me, my flame burns internally literally.
Influence by his charm, as if I was a vampire feeding off his blood.
To be his girl is a translation of my version of his love.
In a state of adaptation I am in compliance, we form an alliance.
Merging our personalities turns me to an unstoppable we.
To be his girl I turn into every woman in the world.
The best of both worlds the collaboration of boy meets girl.
Abundance in his talent possessing riches, loving me wealthy never turning to bankruptcy.
I am definitely making history on the day he marries me.


Details | Narrative | |

A DIVINE HOOK-UP: Loyalty, Love and Devotion When Women Worship God

Naomi and her family departed from Bethleham Judah the land of milk and honey
in the midst of a famine as they were unable to earn any money
so on to the region of Moab they ventured and prospered to some degree
until Naomi lost her husband and both sons and was left alone to grieve
to her daughters-in-law she told them both to their families they should go back
but one daughter-in-law Ruth refused to let their relationship come under attack
she told Naomi I will never leave you nor forsake you
I will stay by your side no matter what we have to go through
your people will be my people, your God will be my God
and wherever you choose to travel you and I will never part
with loyalty, love and devotion Ruth needed Naomi in her life
in order for her to develop a relationship with our Lord Christ
now worshipping God together placing their fate in His hands
for this was a divine hook-up that the Lord our God had planned

Now Naomi needed Ruth too but was to afraid to admit it
as she felt she had been forsaken by the presence of the Holy Spirit
but God was in the midst of that relationship from the very start
He had destined that Ruth and Naomi would never, ever part
for when women worship God great relationships are made in life
with loyalty, love and devotion in the name of Jesus the Christ
 
In the course of your life there will be people whom you need and require
to help you to be all that you can be in the way that God desires
the clarifiers in your life will help you to see what is your mission
the collaborators in your life will encourage you to come to a decision
the confronters in your life will nag you and stay in your face
while the comforters in your life if they're of God will help you find your place
then the celebrators in your life will help you to rejoice in your victory
with the spirit of love, devotion and a godly loyalty

Now Ruth went on to get remarried but kept Naomi as a member of her household
for their relationship was a divine hook-up that was under God's control
for when women worship God great relationships last an eternity
Naomi and Ruth a divine hook-up of love, devotion and loyalty


Details | Clerihew | |

Not, yet

I dreamt myself as poet-frog
And good Fancy` Fairy
Would stoop to pick my verse…
But she didn`t come.


Details | Free verse | |

My Heart Sings

As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.

My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.

Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Romanticism | |

The Landscape of Her Skin

Her curvaceous female form
so beautiful soft and warm 
is a landscape I have travelled
many pleasurable times before
The scent and taste of her skin
still fills me with desire and fiery
passion deep within
as we share tender moments
in the heat of the night.

It's what we do to grow stronger
and show how much we care
I kiss her from head to toe
and gently caress her silk like hair.

We never do the same thing twice
and are so inventive
to add some spice
We make love to give
Not just for the sake
and take
And afterwards as the embers still glow
we hold each other tenderly
and let each other know
just how much we love and care.




Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.


Details | ABC | |

The Three Floozies Mary, Flo and Burly (A known Feminist)

Come join the three for another cheap, meaningless day in their lives
They consider themselves to be hip, part of the same sex marriage, Burly the 
husband, Flo and Mary the wives
Their day always starts at the breakfast table bashing  the males that exist 
They wish the males could be on the endangered species list
Sometimes things change among the three, as the estrogen level rises in Burly
Once a month, she wants to be a wife and act very girly
As for Mary and Flo, they think Oprah is hot
Burly thinks Rosie O'Donnell has the goodies she so much has sought
They sip their Busch Beer out of Nascar Coozies
There is no more room for anymore women within the circle of The Three 
Floozies
From their point of view, all men should be women's slaves
Burly  has a strong scent of Old Spice after shave
They love watching domineering women type movies
The popcorn is shared by all Three Floozies
They go out to only all girls clubs
They cheer on the under dogs, their favorite one is the Chicago Cubs
Their closets are full of clothes by Dickies
They leave each other love notes on little stickies
Mary likes champagne on a store brand  soda budget
Flo likes Butterbeans with cumin to make them smell pungent
Burly likes Pickled Eggs and sardines
Burly's favorite movie line is In space no one can hear you scream
Flo's favorite movie line is Go ahead, make my day
Mary's favorite movie line is My name is Chucky, do you wanna play?
Burly dreams of one day wrestlin' steers
Mary is concerned that Burly one day will leave, that's her worst fear
Flo watches the WWE, she is such a loyal fan
Burly uses her forehead to smash empty beer cans
None of you are mothers, so on your peanut butter selection, quit being choosy
Mary, Flo and Burly are today's Three Floozies




Details | Rhyme | |

Love Is Louder

Love they say is louder than hate.
But I think that it’s a shame,
That only holds true when you have a pretty face.
Maybe I’m a disgrace,
For saying such a thing,
But think about your life and how true that *****rings.
And I cannot deny what this mirror is reflecting,
What’s standing in my way is only one thing.
It was beauty killed the beast,
In famine it will bring feast.
And sideways glances, second chances, you’ll get those at least.
But what about me?
What about us?
It’s power like money,
It drives greed,
it drives lust.
So what about you?
What can we do?
All I can hear,
The sounds that make the world disappear.
Love is louder than hate, but I can’t hear it from here.


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 | Lyric | |

Welcome to the Planet

Welcome to the planet
Wake me when it’s over
The dreamer’s always tempted
To come around and show her

And I just keep wastin my time
On girls that won’t love, me, like their wine
And it’s just too easy to blame
The rock and the system for causing my pain
And I just want you to know that I’m through
With being alone, when I’m with you 
And when you mask the truth with your lies
It just won’t get any better for the rest of your guys

And when you fall asleep
The night covers your tears
And the darkness sees you weeping
Cause your conscious can’t be cleared
This year you’re feeling colder
Your heart’s a little older
You haven’t found your soul mate
And now you think you’re too late

But one look inside of my eyes
Gives you the hope that there’s a guy
Who can make you feel happy and sad
And it’ll be worth it to feel that again


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 | |

A Departing Memory

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

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | Lyric | |

Bob, the Forgotten Valentine and Greedy Double Dater

My friends, this saga slowly unfurls
 a love story that went quickly awry,
 seems greedy Bob dated a pair of girls
 when with one, to the other he’d lie.
 
The homlier girl’s name was Edith
 who, nonetheless Bob was fond of,
 but, greedy Bob wanted to live out the “myth”
 and with sisters, he was sure to find love !
 
He began slyly asking about sister Kate
 for her beauty was equalled by few,
 she was young, and he believed her well worth the wait
 she had enough sex appeal for two !
 
Bob’s antics had him severely troubled
 because, he covered his tracks day and night,
 his love-making prowess had quickly doubled
 so his lovelife was going just right !
 
Well, finally Bob’s saga ended in terror
 because the girls both found out what he’d done,
 Bob had mixed their names up, in a passionate error
 and what transpired next, was not very fun !
 
One of the sisters had taken Bob’s life
 because he’d proven he couldn’t be “true”,
 and the lesson he learned, at the end of that knife
 taught, “you can’t have your Kate…..and Edith, too !


Details | Free verse | |

My sweetheart

My sweetheart
Cover me
Be as textile of warm love
filling my breathes
Sing for me
Utter my words
Be as cloud of my heart
Raining my tones
Don't be like thorns of flowers
Wounding my dreams
You are the dancer of the first love
You are pulsation of the motionless sea
You are the light
You are the magic
You are the world of oblivion
My sweetheart
This is a pub and that is the place of worship
And this is my heart
Go wherever you want
Neither the night will ask you
Nor silence of eyes....

By Naji Almurisi


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

I lay my tender heart

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

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

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


Details | I do not know? | |

Superficial Love

My physical lusts each and every cut, rip, and peck on his body my intellectual craves his thoughts, opinions, and charisma, my emotional wants to laugh, cry, and embrace his deepest feelings. Yet my emotional abundance does not captivate him, my intellectual determination does not appeal to him it is my physique alone that attracts his mind, body, and soul. It is the complexion of my skin that caught his attention, it is the reflection of my smile that made him acknowledge my presence, it is the kink in my hair that preserved his interest, the seduction in my eyes that tempted his spirit, the curves on my body that infatuated his sexual desires, and my forbidden fruit that took his whole being into euphoria yet my mind and soul is yet to be explored! My physical body has been pleasured time and time again but my emotional and intellectual elements remain untouched like the footprints on the moon!


Details | Narrative | |

The Empty Rib Slot

Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!

The Empty Rib Slot I think I might have A perfect checklist Highlights from men Gathered now missed Yes special highlights Each man carried some Now added to my checklist For a guy having it all in one This could be the key to find The man I’m dreaming of Not with bits and pieces One filled full of love A man made for me No it would be not I should fit perfectly Into an empty rib slot Let me share this list With every one of you Then decide for yourself If it could possibly be true My first check comes from This guy with dreamy eyes He deeply touched my soul Way more than ever realized He even had a special smile That made you want to grin No matter if life was down He encouraged me to win There was the big hugger With squeezes oh so tight He lifted me off the floor Like if I was taking flight He never did grow tired Of giving me those hugs I never had to ask for them He always did it out of love Then there was the dancer He stayed light on his feet He loved dancing with me Carrying rhythm and a beat Now of course on this list There certainly has to be That best friend I count on Who can also count on me I am even going to count The good points of quality Generated from my brothers And even from my daddy From them they all carry A very good temperament Always being so easy going Not looking for an argument When I am nestled in that slot With a perfect feel of passion All of his glory will then shine As it eludes from my reflection The most important one of all He who shares a spiritual side Being spiritually open with me Not allowing his beliefs to hide I know how this all may sound Like a crazy thing that I’ve got I want the man I fit snuggly with When I match his empty rib slot Florence McMillian (Flo)


Details | Light Poetry | |

If Only

If I could spend my whole life with you,
It will only be a dream, because no such thing is true.
If no one open's their heart all the way through.
       How can I ever really give my heart to you? 
If I did you wouldn't have felt the pain you do.
Therefor no need to say sorry,
we just say it, because we know it's not true.
We say it just to get you through,
to have, to behold, the pain I gave you!
If  you should ever feel like this is your last breath,
to love, is to lay to rest.
It can feel worse than any death.
A women romancer is truly the best!
I've sacrifice nothing making you feel like you do,
but you have to learn to give credit, to where credit is due! 
Stimulating of the heart, Is to know where to start.
         My devotion is to myself,
I have to love me, before loving any one else
I'm done with the burden of pain, to have me, it's to what you'll gain.
To walk beside me, to never deny me. To love me, is to live as one.
For you can now, feel just where I come from.
To pave a new way, to this unacquainted highway.
         Intimacy is thee only thing I could offer to you.
For you could only be mine, no other friend will do.
To have you all to myself, is to deprive,
from liberty, to imprison, to confine to me. To surrender your heart,
thorough thick and, thin. To never let any other lover in,
to whom I'm your only friend, from the start till thee very end.
         To vow to never give away your heart, if we do break apart.
If I shall ever feel the love you do for me, I promise to love you for eternity!
To never have to say I'm sorry, for the love I'll feel for you.
For I could never put you through!
To  have a good women by your side, is to tell the truth, even if it make's me cry.
That's what it will take for you can be a real man.
To stand tall, to walk with pride, for a real man shouldn't have to lie.
If it should ever feel like it's way to hard, and we took this new found love way to far...
           Reminiscence of that day,
that I began to play thee O' Jays, when I used to be your girl,
till you opened my eyes to this cruel world.
I would like to start all over again, can you change my mind, to just go back in time.
For to truly love someone, is to let them free. 
To find each other again, it was truly meant to be!
To say this is true love, shall ever be a mystery.
For there's no paradise, in this so called world we call life.
     Until thee very day you make me your wife!


Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


Details | Romanticism | |

Can't Love be with me for once

Can't Love be with me for once

in my life.

Can't Love for once in my life

see the way I live

and accept me for who I am

and not for what I possess.

I have seen love bounce back and forth

through the darkened streets of life

and I sat on the park benches,

alone.

I can't wait till love comes again

but can't love just be with me for once

and live with me, embrace me, to see me late at night,

come through the doors of perception.

Can't Love be with me for once

throughout the valleys of sorrow and depression

and shine its glorious face onto me,

like the first morning rays of the sun at dawn.

I cannot understand, why

Love can't just be with me for once...

Why?

I ask you, why?

Can't Love just laugh, and talk to me

Can't the arrow of Cupid find me already.

I have found my time, now I have no love.

The beauty of Plato's words that melt of the page

as you read word for word, and my heart melts away.

Why can't love just be with me for once,

once in a great, blue moon.

Too walk through the dew sprinkled, dawn days in August

as I walk to my chamber

and ready to love,

but love can't be found.

Can't love just come already.

Show its pretty face,

Hold my hand,

kiss me and I kiss back,

to read a book of poetry to her

as she lays in my arms,

and then we shall make love

under the twilight.

The stars shall shine

the moon shall be bright and full

and I shall find love one day.

One lonely day, as I sit in the wayward cafe

drinking my sorrows away,

writing my poetry

and love shall walk through that door

I shall find her and take her by the hand

and kiss her upon her soft cheek.

I just ask,

Why can't love just be with me for once.


Details | Free verse | |

I edward your poet

I come before you all, women of this era
Hear my romance, hear my heart sing of your beauty beyond description
Your touch, a smooth heart melting feeling of affection
Eyes of color, vision of art, fashion and love
In thy lips rest kind words of life and wisdom of time and past
Thy body a shape of hypnotizing the soul even
Soft skin, the smell of love, the smell of fortitude of ones being
Hips that call the heart out for a walk
O' how gorgeous are the women of today
Wavy hair, color of my page, brush of life paint on my soul your canvas
I shall give my all to thee if only you give me thy kiss of love
I will protect thee, I a loyal soul shall stand by thee for always
Voice of perfect poets, a rhyme to awake the spirit
Hold me that I quickly fall into thee
Speak of love that I may rejoice in your words
Make me yours that I yearn to be
Caress me that I shall sing a verse in thy name
Love, above all just love me and I shall love thee for eternity


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

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


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 | Rhyme | |

Listen To Me- Never Mind What I Say

 Get out of my space. 
 Don't walk away. 
 Listen to me. 
 Never mind what I say. 
 I need you close. 
 Leave me alone. 
 Get out of my life. 
 Please come home. 
 You can go now. 
 I miss you so much. 
 I feel smothered. 
 I crave your touch. 
 Don't ever leave me. 
 I've got to go. 
 Yes, my dear, 
 the answer is no. 
 Get out of my space. 
 Don't walk away. 
 Listen to me. 
 Never mind what I say.


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. 


Details | Sonnet | |

Post coitum omne animal triste est, sive gallus et mulier

Post coitum omne animal triste est, 

             sive gallus et mulier*

 

Yes, no cockerel who rules the cackling roost

   Will stomach slander from Latin master;

But who will stand aside and let the ghost

   Of hints slur old motherhood’s register.

Manhood must of needs hang its head in pain

   After all the sweat and toil in loins of love;

After millions of squiggly soldiers in vain

   Drop their lean tails at the egg wall alcove.

Only the fool who dares call woman’s bluff

   Shall learn hard way positions in bedstead;

Virile pride will sink in the depths of fluff

   While smooth gym-trained muscles rage instead.

   As they say hereabouts sur le vieil Continent

   La différence, Mon Sieur: lip’s shade content.

 

·     * “After the sexual encounter every animal is
grief-stricken,
excepting the cock and the woman.”

 

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005-2012. From the collection:

Poems Omega Plus, 2005. Rev. 2012.


Details | Free verse | |

Be my life


When trees cry
Love dies
In your wounded heart
At night
Among colors of tears
I see nothing But your green eyes
Your eyes are my soul
Your heart is the perfume of my life
And you are the lamp of darkness
When I meet you!
When I hug your virgin soul!
This is you! !
Flower of spring
The beauty of days
Don’t leave me alone
Be the night covering me
Be the love protecting me
Be the eyes shutting my dreams
Be my life….


Details | Blank verse | |

HER WAYS

           footprints in the beach are her ways of saying "don't stop my heart is ready to open" just when i raed where they lead a Jealous wave swallows them
                  come oh! wise man of the few read where it leads

a distant signboard in thick darkness are her actions of saying "tell me you need me, i will tell you i need you more" but i cant see the arrows head
        should i turn
                        should i stop
                                          should i head on

traffic lights in misty mornings for a color blind aged are her ways of saying "my heart, i trust you with"  i see the dying light but what is it green
                                                                           is it yellow
                                                                              is it red
come oh young man of eagles vision tell me
                                                                     should i head on
                                                                         should i be ready 
                                                                              should i stop



               


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When a Man cries Himself to Sleep

When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what they do to a man
when they play with his emotions,
lead him on,
take advantage of him.
They don't know what they do to an innocent man
looking for love.
They break his heart that is full of love,
they stab him in the back
when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment
they laugh at him, and tease him,
Do they know what they do to a man?
They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips,
they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart.
They drive a man to his bed,
with tears running down his face
and force him to dream of nightmares.
When a man cries himself to sleep, 
it is that saddest thing to see.
Goodnight and sweet dreams...


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The Women

We laugh and cry. We smile and have fun
But even when that is all said and done 
In our hearts still lie the sadness and woes
I guess our brains are too slow to know

No amount of cheer can hold back what we feel
With our souls overwhelmed we each find our way to deal
Whether in anger or anxiety, in guarded fear or open minds 
We know that they are with us, in front and behind

As birds of a feather we are drawn together
Each carrying with us a pain that binds forever
We have become so much more than simply friends
The strength that we carry in us will always mend

Our broken hearts and tradgic tales
The hardships we have endured will make us prevail
We are the women that we are today
Because we let no limits hold us at bay.

Written on the 11th of September as proof of the strength that I see everyday not just in my family and friends but in women everywhere. Not to be cliched but I truely believe that the ones I wrote this for are amazing women that I cherish very much and I hope you can feel it too :)


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TheTruth Of My Crime To All Soup Members Part 3

I have goals, I plan to enroll in a community college.  Get an associates degree in graphic 
design.  I plan to write a couple books.  I have a few novels in my head.  I love music still, 
singing, dancing - I can do it all.  I'm silly, funny, morbid, you can tell in my slams.  
     Now I've flirted with women on this site - I'm single, and yes I would love to find love.  I 
thought I found it, but it slipped away.  I do not "prey" on women.  I would love to have a 
good strong woman in my life.  That's why I've asked a couple to correspond via postal mail -
as friends first to get to know me.
      Soupers my times almost done.  I should not be prejudged or discriminated against!  
P.D., Nathan, SKAT I am sorry for the slams.  I guess I pushed your buttons where you guys 
would want to gossip about me,  Ain't no other reasons.  But I have nothing to hide.  I'm as 
real as they get!  
     I have not asked any women on this site for anything (unless they are my genuine friend, 
and a great friendship was already established.)  If "preying" on women for friendship, pen-
pals, possibly love, then I'm guilty!
     Some of you soupers are on my facebook!  Carolyn Devonshire is like my big sister.  
Audrey Carey is my dearest friend, whom I love, and no we are not an item.  Marty Owens is 
a dad I never had.  Laura McKenzie, BillytheKidster, Bob Hinshaw (I have good friends here 
on the soup).  And I want more good people in my life.
     SKAT was a great friend.  We collaborated on a great poem, so what happened?  Hmmm..
     Well I love you guys man.  The soup rocks, soon I'll be behind a PC screen and chat, 
webcam you guys - It will be cool anyone wishing to write please do so (And Nathan, I'm not 
going anywhere;))
     Peace and love "The Poetic Warlock"

Jimmy M. Anderson #0459587
P.O.Box 2405
Marion NC  28752


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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 | Prose Poetry | |

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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But with the evil, came the good

All turned down to the worst
as the children lost innocence,
as the bums drank their last breath away,
as the man eating sharks finding their way,
to the over-crowded sandy beaches,
as the man turn to the woman
and gave her a slap across the face,
as the thef steals in the night,
as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs,
as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges
to salvation and paradise.
Something always happens to the good guy,
a knife in the back in the midst of dawn,
his woman leaving with another man,
he dying slowly of cancer,
or suffering from intoxication of the blood.
Poison. Poison, ravages his body,
oh, how could God let such things happen
to such a good man?
His life work, his social life, his nirvana
all destroied, burned away, turned to dust.

But with the evil, came the good.
Yes with time and time again
repeating itself in a circle of time,
across the crossed faces,
as blue eyed Death smiles
and as the girls grin,
Everything came into place,
Anyway with evil, came the good.
Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.


Details | Light Poetry | |

a womans cry

Dynasties of radiance splash into a womans swimming pool of excellence a womans cry transforms failures into triumph, should i feel agony & defeat for the lost bondage of our love, does a womans cry begin to symbolize the sacred feelings hiding inside the belly of a mans lies, a queen at the throne was promised, i bear children in the midst of our fight for survival do you dare assassinate my worth, my conscious is a relentless drum at the mercy of ones entertaining commands listen to a womans cry, how do i remain steady when even i question my character, is it wrong to look towards the heavens seeking pity for not being your lone constant treasure, such a life grows deeper as i sleep but find not an eye full of rest, my heart is but a mere myth who will hear a woman cry, weary i crawl for the weight of your misfortunes too great to shield, my place as a mother weakend by your arrows of discretions, spare me of your tough ridges, rid me of your chaotic demanor, heal my wounded but not broken spirit from your barbariac abuse, sooth my emotions for empty i remain a womans cry


Details | I do not know? | |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Ex-Boyfriends and Ex-Girlfriends

Since the men and the women are no longer dating, I guess the relationship is over. All types of break-ups have affected the lives of all would-be ex-lovers since ever. It seems that when the guys and the girls decide to break up, their hearts will have been broken into pieces. And after this bad break up, these people are really depressed, which means that they can’t eat, they can’t sleep, they lose interest in life, and stuff. And what is so sad about the men and the women being ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends is that they’re making fun of each other for no apparent reason or whatever. Why, this is starting to look like the battle of the sexes and World War 2 or 3. I’m told that all serious relationships will have ended in multiple break-ups, especially when a man and/or a woman will have found out that his/her boyfriend/girlfriend has cheated on him/her with another suitor or his/her own family members (male or female cousin, e.g.). On top of all that, it makes everybody sick just thinking about it. Not only have these people (the guys and the gals) have broken each others’ hearts, they’ve humiliated and embarrassed each other publicly and personally. And if these people knew that they we’re going to cheat on each other, then they shouldn’t have been together at all. Looks like the guys and the girls are better off without each other and alone anyway. So now I know why I’m not in a relationship with someone right now. And I have no time to think about getting into a serious relationship with one female. And if all types of break-ups continue to affect the lives of all men and women, there’s no stopping it. Something must be done this instant.


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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Woman

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

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

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

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

-10-25-2013-


Details | Ballade | |

A light shone down

A light shone down

A light shone down in sixty two
And beamed right into me
It came in the form of a sweetest girl
Who I love tenderly
I met her at that movie place
On a cold wet Autumns day
That’s when my life changed for the better
I’d really have to say.

When love enters in ones life
The heart feels feather light
And on that day in sixty two
That light that shone so bright
Did fill me up with so much love
It filled me to the brim
And ever since that day, my love
This love has not grown dim

In fact the light shines brighter now
Than it ever did before
I love you oh, so very much
Yet each day I love you more
As each moment comes and goes
This light grows stronger still
I live my life for only you
And I guess I always will.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Life In The Blossoms

A life with you, lived in the blossoms
Showered together by rain, greener in the autumn
Close to your heart, a place with immense beauty
Where we lived together, loving being our duty.

Your look exhibits smiles, of infinite pretty flowers
Your fabrics caressing my body, sensation lasted for hours
Your fragrance rooted in my breath, seems to have immortal power
We cuddled each other endlessly, conjoining our loving minds
Love within growing stronger, our dreams met a thousand times.

A living passion that glowed, whenever our eyes met
Desirous thirst engraved within, revealed itself then i bet
Gentle touches through the bodies, hastily, its her soothing fingertips
Delectable and soulfulness, i found, the taste of your lips

A blissful glory of love, closely entangles our eyes
Lustful and intimate souls, find and bind their ties
Every tide in our bodies, when builds up the the amplitude
Every lurid desire then awakes, the amatory deeply blued.

Not just so platonic, not just is thirst my dear
Whatever the heart desires, that truly is love my peers
No dams shall ever hold, the boundless matters of the heart
No words shall ever define, it in its truest verse.


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Widow's Peak

Her name is now a legend 
Before her name was feared
The lady Henrietta 
Lean close and lend an ear

They say her status started
One night long time ago
She found her husband cheating
With the girl she knew next door

Her mind did snap
Her heart grew cold
With a knife she stole their souls
Cut the beating heart away 
Ate flesh when cold

Within her veins flowed the blood
Of the one who done her wrong
Gave her everlasting life
Her age in death was old

But one small thing that should be said
About the spell she cast
That beauty would always be her guide
In death she looked her best

Word spread quickly through the town
Where Henrietta lived
About the spell she cast the night
Her husband committed sin

Women came to ask for help 
To change their husband’s ways
For they had also messed around
Now love for them had strayed

With each one she gave the spell
Steps to end their grief
Now in the town such beauty found
In women who’s husbands cheat

With new found beauty each started life
Fresh and young again
And if the man they loved did cheat
Revenge was sweet again


Many many years went by
And soon the town was gone
Towards the end all that was left
Were women who were scorned

But in woods outside the town
In a placed called Widow’s Peak
You find plots of all the ones
Whose death came from a cheat

So this story lives today 
If you doubt then ask around
For the one you love and share a life
Could be a widow from that town

All men beware all women ask
Before you start your cheating
In every city and every town
A Widow’s Peak is forming

Believe me if you will or not
In the end you’ll heed the warning
Just let the one you love find out
To Widow’s Peak you’re going


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The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.


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Just One Thing

Parce que des fois il suffit de voir une phrase une photo un mot
Et même quelques fois le passé peut nous rattrapé
Alors qu’un sourire aux lèvres, les yeux sont en sanglots
Le bonheur occupe votre cœur mai la tristesse envahi les pensées

Derrière le soleil un orage se prépare pour venir foutre le bordel
Plusieurs fois aussi bien qu’il peut gardien soleil résistera
Mais l’orage reviendra toujours plus fort, vraiment rebelle
Pour enfin mettre le trouble dans tes idées, personne ne le verra

Quinze secondes c’est le temps qu’aura mis cette phrase cette photo ou ce mot
Pour installer un doute certain dans tes pensées les plus profondes
C‘est toute une remise en cause pour toi, qualités ou défauts ?!
Tu en meurs mai c’est invisible aux yeux de tout le monde

Reste humble, tais-toi, règle ça seul
Entre toi cet orage et cette putain de pensée
Que les autres fassent ce qu’ils veulent
Ce qu’on ressent jamais une rime ne pourra l’exprimer

Je continuerai à slamer
Tant que mon cœur saignera
Et j’arrêterai de crier
Le jour où la vie me l’enlèvera


Details | I do not know? | |

My mother

she was an angry woman
not much love, 
she wouldnt put up with a man
abusing her, 
the mistake women made then,
prostitution for security,
selling your heart for money,
she regretted having me,
lost freedom,
tied down,
single mom, poor,
abused by the culture,
her love was shown
in that she didnt abandon us,
even though she was tempted,
her mother wasnt that strong,
my heart didnt value that,
i wanted to be wanted, loved.

I saw the other children, 
wanted, loved, rich,
my blinders on, 
rose coloured glasses,
envy, despair, no self esteem, 
worthlessness, less than human,

not expensive enough clothes,
not nice enough car,
"drop me off a block from school"
"I am not shopping at wal-mart"

something i didnt notice then
i have always been blessed with beauty
i never even saw the girls that adored me
too afraid, to poor, to stupid, 

If my mother didnt love me, how could another?
greedy, selfish women, angry, 
years of oppression, and taking it out on me,
the male, the enemy, "no love from mommy".

Now i pay the price for my fathers oppression.
the gay guys arent as wierd as i thought,
at least they are getting laid. 

The women i meet now, 
if i love them
i am not good enough for them
if i use them or tell them how pathetic they are,
they love me, addicted, cant leave. 

On occassion i love a weaker girl,
i see their potential,
usually sexually abused as a child,
they will leave, hate me, 
for my honesty, 
too afraid of love, of closeness,
get pregnant and leave or kill themself,
one or the other, such drama,
If a child wont end their suffering 
then death will. 

What did i do to deserve this?


Details | Verse | |

The Perfect Woman

From obscure origin appears, a tranquillity not surpassed, with only virtue in arrears. Instructed and morals to last – admiration is thus fanned. A perfect Woman, nobly planned. Love, only arrow in her bow to teach us the lessons of life and that we shall reap what we sow. Testimony to the perfect wife. She inspires all to a new height with something of angelic light.
By Suzette Crous From my poem: A Perfect Woman Sponsor: Michael Smith Contest Name: The Perfect Woman


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 | Free verse | |

Prized Possession

Prized Possession


When was it that society and religion
Became so afraid of the sexuality of women

Or was it just men who became afraid

Trapping and turning beauty into pornography
To suit the idealism of a capitalistic
Ideology
Made women its prized possession

There was once spiritual prowess in her nakedness
Once long ago
The symbol of womb and breast
Gave birth to life

And a possession was once the sexual expression
Of both women and men
Connecting
Copulating
In an essence of a spiritual unity
Defined by the pleasure both received
In giving to life

So how did sex become a sin
Dirtied by morals
And then sold in a tin 
Of instant readily affordable self gratification
When did your own sexuality
Become a commodity
For them to sale

And poor Eve, lead mankind to ruin
And she alone made responsible for the fall from Eden
So shall she pay the price in cultural centuries
Of Christian and Muslim oppression

Such is the weakness of men
That by muscle alone defends them
Such is the weakness of men
That their God must of course; be a man
Such is the weakness of men
That in the face of beauty
It must be their possession

Such is my contempt of those men
Who cannot comprehend
Where their own lives began
And who’s wives and daughter now exists
In a poor excuse for love and worship
Trapping and turning beauty into pornography
To suit the idealism of a capitalistic
Ideology
Made women its prized possession




Inspired by Brandy Megens poem “News at 5” 






Details | Rhyme | |

I've Made Love To (?) here @ The Soup

Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet, Constance too
and Lena "Lolita" Townsend just to name a few.
There's also Linda "Sweetheart" Marie
and the ever so sweet Audrey Carey.
Colleen Bono, how great are you?
Carol Brown & Loopylu Loopylu,
Charmaine Chircop, Dane Ann Smith-Johnson and Doris Culverhouse too.
What a passionate love affair I have had with all of you.
Carrie Richards, Simone Segal, Deborah Guzzi,
Bathsheba Bathsheba, Ashley Rapanut, Brittany Larson and Faleshia Murphy.
Susan Palli, Jessica Arteaga, Diane Christian, Caroline Cecile Paczynski,
Ann Rich, Mercedes Jordan, Kimberly Hilliker and Catie Lindsey.
Audrey Rollins, Joanna Smith, Patricia Adams, Karen O'Leary,
Janette Fisher, Madeleine McLaughlin, Nicole Sharon Brown and Carey Sakolowski.
Amanda Governale, Nicole King, Rhoda Galgiani, Laura McKenzie,
Bernadette Ignaciuk, Amanda Governale, Izzy Gumbo and Judy Riley.
Sue Mason, Pamela Griffiths, Karen Dominick, Donna Golden, Iolanda Scripca & Royal Royally.
I've even made love to that vile Sylvia, aka Stephanie.
Am I forgetting anybody? I don't really know.
Oh yes, one more comes to mind. Nikko Palmario
So many Great women to make love to here at the soup
and so many many more that theKidster must get to.
I've had a sweet romanticism reading all your poetic words.
Some of the most beautiful verses I've ever read or heard.
BILLYTheKidster wants to thank all of you
for this passionate cerebral love affair with all of you.
There's more Great Woman here at the soup
that theKidster can't wait to make love also too.
This Soup Laundry List Will Just Have
...To Be Continued.
PS: Adeleke Adeite, since this contest is sponsored by you
I guess it wouldn't hurt to say that I've made love to you too
here @ the soup, and enjoyed it too.
(Hey, there isn't anything wrong with Poetic Male Affection, even Poetic Genderless Affection)
I better stop sucking up. I suck at it.


Details | Lyric | |

Boundless

Maybe he was wrong.
Maybe I was right.
Maybe it was already done,
even before the fight.
Either way; It’s all I think about at night...

Maybe I’d been wrong before-
In all that hadn’t been shed by light.

Maybe I was too caught up in detail-
too contemplated on the fight.

Filling the void.

I was no longer me-

When I’d been so destroyed.

Decaying moral standard-
Reasons not yet provoked;
Moments not yet confronted-
Nor feelings evoked.

Spending countless moments-
in attempt to fix what wasn't broken.
Just so that I could forget,
which words been spoken.
Boundless-
my wings then opened;

Twas the path I’d chosen.


Details | Ballad | |

The Costumed Dream

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


Details | Epigram | |

A STRANGE BEDFELLOW

Woman Is Insulted,
By Challenging His Manhood;
Getting His Buddies To Rape,
Was His Way Of Reinforcing.

He, Not a Man,
Force Himself On a Feminist.
Give a Valid Reason While Rape.
Feminist Tempt Masculine

By Their Proactive Dressing.
Insubordination To Human Nature.
Could It Be That
Masculine Is Weak?

By The Sight Of Bear Breast?
Victims Feel Ashamed And Unclean.
FEMA Seventeen Events Took Place.
Recurring In Nightmare First Man Exploded Inside Her.

It Was Her First Encounter.
Screaming She Was,
Thought Masculine Was Urinating On Her.
Bath I Must Have Said For Years.

Dirty She Felt And Wasn’t Enough Water To Cleanse Her Body.
Rapist Defilement And Innocence Body.
Fellow, Who Should Be Ashamed?
And Feel Unclean And Unfit For Civilized Society?


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Something like me and You

I want us to swim,
In our new bodies,
Which buttress our boney disproportion.

I want the fish to be enticed,
By our old skins
Which serve as useless armour to this world.

I want the cold to be unrelenting,
To our restless hearts,
Which beat  inaptness into our beings.

I want the water to cleansing
Towards our tomblike wombs
Which welcome love but  reject life.

 I want the tides to be shifting,
Until our spineless existence
Take the form of something solid,
Something soft.
Of something like me and You.


Details | Free verse | |

desireable women

The warmth of your lips upon my cheek 
the touch of your fingers press on my skin, the sensation of your arms wrap around me 
your heart beating with the beat of my mine 
The eyes that spirk chills upon my spine 
Divine beauty undescrible lust for your affection 
Hands spread over the truth of mans will that my heart be shown pure in the eyes of a 
vitrious women 
No coner or space in my mind that dosent desire a women of your beauty 
Pleasing to the mind tempting to  the touch You have taken me my soul 
I desire your caring needs and i embrace your pains and hurts 
Take me as i am and for i am more than the world and lust 
My love is strong and my heart withstand I love u take my hand 
For I am in love


Details | Rhyme | |

One Last Time

Une dernière fois
Tes lèvres contre les miennes
Une dernière fois
Mes pensées seront tiennes

Une dernières fois
Communiquer avec nos yeux
Une dernières fois
Nos cœurs réunis tout les deux

Une dernière fois
Me sentir vivant
Encore une fois
Tes regards m’enivrant

Car a chaque fois
C’était le même bonheur
Qu’à chaque fois
Quand tu éliminais mes douleurs

Une dernière fois, une dernière fois

Faire ce rêve qui dure toujours
Le beau rêve de l’amour
Ce rêve devenu cauchemar
Ces joies devenues illusoires

Une dernière fois
Penser que c’était vrai
Une dernière fois
Comprendre ce qu’il m’est arrivé

Car cette fois
Je vois ta silhouette s’éloigner
Oui cette fois
Tu vas quitter ma vie

Mais cette fois
Attends un petit peu

Qu’une dernière fois
 Je puisse t’embrasser

Qu’une ultime fois
Je puisse t’aimer


Details | I do not know? | |

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.




Details | Couplet | |

His Ass A Tale

His ass; a tale each women said.
Of one held high - he rendered it.
Like men of past to honour it.
A rogue like him - a dawn of wit.

They followed him a stern dead hem.
Each judged him; sire'd for him.
To each love they were fair and grim.
And some would say they're all a whim.

Some do bawk and claim him nay.
Most keep circles; waits and times.
Elite approach to spread their chimes.
While late provoke him for his crimes.

One man's wake that goes oblivious.
Her clueless cause for dancing.
Love together comes 'a prancing.
THE END; his soul will wait for lancing.


Details | Free verse | |

Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

What makes this world go around?
What makes Death walk the Earth
and God sit on his throne and watch over us?
What makes love go around with such favour
and strut along side lonesome avenues?
What does a widow, a motherless child, a Vietnam veteran
and a boy who has had his fare share of heartbreaks,
all have in common with each other?

They were all promised a beautiful life,
free for all to love, free from the pain of betrayal
and anger.
We are what make the world go around,
I am the poet who sits and looks at love walk down the street,
and watch the blind eyes stare deep in my soul.
I am the poet, that feels the pain of a heart torn in two.
He his the poet who writes of smiles, to forget the frowns
and tears.
She is the poetress that writes of her success,
in order to forget her past that tortured her soul,
now he and she walk together writing poetry
sharing their love and smiles with the world.
But with smiles, also comes frowns,
with hearts full of love, comes hearts full of sorrow,
and someone has to stay behind and write of the bad
has to write and compose the songs of the sorrowed hearts.

We are all given love,
but it takes some whole lives to understand
the dark mystery that tags along with beautiful love.
Someone has to suffer the pain,
someone has to sacrifice his or her happiness,
so another poet can feel the beauty in happiness and pain.
I am willing to sacrifice my time and heart,
for my fellow poet to feel the smiles grow on their faces
and feel love uplift their heart,
while the black cancer tears apart mine.
I will go on, with what is left of my heart and smile,
and go into my room of creativity
and compose the songs of sorrowed hearts
for future poets, like that came before me.


Details | Free verse | |

Vows

I take you to be the love of my life, 
To have and to hold and to hit and to crush
For better and for worse when worse is unspeakable
For richer, for poorer when money is spent on drugs and booze and porn
And there is not enough money left for groceries and school clothes.
In sickness and in health when I have to sneak to buy medication
and you call in sick to go to the race.
From this day forward because I have no place to go.
The shelters are full. No room in the inn.
I'm not serious, they say, because I did not call the police
When you choked me last night.
Instead I hid, huddled in the closet behind the locked door, 
Holding my baby and praying that she would not be next.
Until death do us part because I have tried to leave
So many times and you drag me back.
Love bears all things, 
Believes all things, 
Hopes all things, 
Endures all things. 
Love never ends.
Love never ends.
Love never ends.


Details | Ballad | |

The Cyber Nymph

The Cyber Nymph
Loch David Crane
August 18, 1997

Lie back--expose your belly ring		
up unto the sky. . .
I just hope when I get down close
it won't put out my eye!

That summer I was 48 
and she pert 25;
I left Prozac in the cupboard 
and Reality went Live.

I shoulda taken time to stop
and used the vorpal rubber
But 48 he couldn't wait 
to find another lover.

So while the Sun was merciless
to sand and skin and sea
"If she swells I'm sure she'll tell,
returning then to me."

I must admit I got her drunk--
I used her just for sex:
Blue and blond with freckles,
suntanned buns and pecs.

But she revealed computer skills
That took away my breath.
Her dancing cyber fingers sang;
I soon saw who was best.

Ol' 48 could bare compute
"Not very fast" she said;
"I've practiced years not to be fast"
gasped I, collapsed in bed.

Then the Sun warmed up the honey--
it dripped twice more in a row.
Ulysses' "rosy-fingered dawn"
beheld her frown, dress, and go.

That freshly-flossed feeling
reverberates my spine
A smile wells up from deep inside
and stays there all the time.

At play I watched this cyber nymph
on Netscape and E-mail;
Her eyes flashed, fingers flying,
shaking golden ponytail.

"You're kinda slow," she grumbled,
terrifying 48;
"But I like that in a man," she grinned,
making me feel great.

My old 12 color monitor
was not enough for her;
More movies, GIFs, and videos
flew by me in a blur.

But 48 he had a trick:
while she stared at the screen
I spoke in her ear, nibbled her neck,
and adored her like a Queen.

I kissed and bit and licked and squirmed
'til wrists and spine went quiet--
The way a mouse's legs go still
when python's on his diet.

And then the honey dripped once more,
the Sun was past its rise.
I felt its rosy hug and knew
that love was in my eyes.

I asked her for her address,	
she wrote with @ in code;
I said "I'm too old fashioned"
and asked for her telephone.

So when you dream, sweet 25,
tall cyber nymph of mine,
remember please old 48
who isn't past his prime.

And as the honey of the Sun
drips down into the sea
I'll recall my Cyber Nymph
and she will undelete me.
 


Details | Rhyme | |

What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Verse | |

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! 


Details | I do not know? | |

Tales Of A Computer

My love for you has never swayed
I took my vows I promised it all
I opened my heart I took down the sheild
I was in love head over heel
You loved me to, or so I throught
Then the day came it wasn't me you sought
There were many other women you wanted to feel
You didn't care who they were or what they brought
I was here for you, but you wanted them all
Oh what a tale that computer did tell
While I was hurting and crying
You were typing and playing
For years you had been doing it
My pain to you didn't matter a bit
your cold heart is all I ever got
On other women you wanted your warm body and hands so hot
This was the crummy hand I was dealt
Because you wanted all those notches on your belt
I was here for you, but you wanted them all
Oh what a tale that computer could tell
You were so cruel to me, not a nice word to say
All along you were planning your day
You would be with another, giving her your all
There was no time for me big or small
You typed and played while I had to stand tall
I was here for you, but you wanted it all
Oh what a tale that computer did tell 


Details | Free verse | |

I swear


Lady…
When the cities sink nightly
In the sea of longing
I swear to drown in your depths

When you sleep
I swear to wander in your dreams

When you laugh!
I swear to melt in your breathes

When you cry!
I swear to freeze in your tears

Lady…

In your eyes
I swear that silence is full of words

In your heart
I swear that love is full of wishes

In your lips
I swear that perfume is full of kisses

Far of you
I swear that world is full of darks..


Details | Rhyme | |

Woman

To look into the eyes of lovely itself,

   and dream a thousand days of her smile,

   and call the millenium barren without her,

   tall, plush walk.....

   strides in the naked night....

Moons waiting to delight, the fluff-fluttered

   silk of her waxen wings; 

   a million suns could not melt....

But her hero upon the hill, 

   and make sweet surrender her arms;

   and wanting her touch to love,

   in a midnight grove, 

   stroll the lush orchard,

   with flowers in her hand.....

To music at home,

   dancing into bedrooms....

   and dreamy little love lands....

For all the mysteries of a woman 

   in her hand,

   (she held)


Details | Light Poetry | |

Illusion of a Lullaby

A lullaby when he begins to speak magnetism of energy lures my heart to beat, for a man I have yet to meet. The imagination of him portraying a beautiful illusion of this love he seeks.
Me giving birth to the love he thirsts to bring my love forth, the new beginning of anything worth binding I am trying.
I am crying my lullabies in compliance I am ready to give my heart to you,
Only if my fantasy could come true, my dynamics of my twisted mind dealing with my emotions driving my heart forces. 
Maledictions of a curse illusion my heart lurks for his affection.
I sit patiently without delay or difficulty to hear his lullaby to me.
My heart as a pariah an outcast of desire, forever I will be a wallflower.
Tears drown my insides remembering his goodbyes multiply, invasion of his lustful infestations.
Left behind with a broken lullaby once again, the record plays.
Deceived by another fantasy, who is this man that haunts me?
He knows just what to say because he knows what I have been missing,
for that love and affection.
I crave a lullaby I will sing this to my grave.
If he could truly love me as he sings, my heart will forever play his beat.
However, I have yet to hear this man speak the words of love to me.
His actions leave me lost with defeat. The words that he breathes simply not meant for me.
My heart will be his beneficiary who holds the key to the woman he will meet.
By the time, I am done with the lullaby the tears will have made the ink subside.
Temporarily insane an illusion these words became.


Details | Free verse | |

Queen Esther

(Esther 5: 2)



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


(Part 2)

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


( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )


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



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


Details | Classicism | |

Calling Out

The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole



Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart



I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace



Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me



But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much



I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.



Written By:©Betty Bolden


Details | Light Poetry | |

Beauty and the Beast

Beauty and the Beast
As her beauty glistens on the outside, her beast brutalizes and demeans her insides.
Belligerent engaged and in war with herself, hostile aggressiveness makes her beast comes out.
She desperately cries out, unable to discipline herself.
Her beast disassociates and separates her from forming any relationships with anyone else.
Her beast slowly takes her dignity and devitalizes her pride.
She is weaken and deprived of life.
She no longer sees her worth; her eyes tell her story of hurt.
Pain as a contributor a well-known donor, love has divorce her.
Forsaken entirely abandon since birth, to be truly loved she thirst.
Unable to see her beauty runs deep, genuinely shows her generosity that emphasizes her sincere honesty.
She garnishes her beastliness while smiling.
As her beast is hiding deeply behind her eyes, her glazy stare intensify her happy appearance as a glassy finish.
As her beast is frantic, her beauty becomes fraudulent.
Her smiles more deceitful her heart grows fragile emotions so gullible.
The meaning of love gravels. 
Beauty and the beast she will forever be, for the love she crave the beast will forever eat.
Leaving her dying a unloved sleeping beauty.


Details | Romanticism | |

I Will Have my Woman, One Day

I've seen my brother
walking the four corners of the Earth.
In search for something new, or possibly
Someone new.

I've seen the desperate men,
With their heads full with hair,
and dressed in fancy and expensive suits,
bark like dogs when young women roll by.
They do not care what people think of them,
...Just like dogs.

I sit at my window, and peek my head out.
I see the desperate men putting on shows for naive girls.
I sit at my window,
waiting for that one day.
That one knock upon my door,
but so far nothing in hopes of me
falling in Love.

Still I wait.
I see foolish girls falling for dogs,
Who wake the next morning with flees and the dog no where in sight,
and I laugh, huh!
But the dogs bark at me for laughing.

Still I wait.
I do not worry for my time with Love will come.
See tat it is a soft, October night
A true woman will come and pay me a visit with a knock upon my door.

Not just any old woman.
A woman with class,
Who is longing for a man,
Who will love her back,
She will be kind and gentle.

She will come one day,
mabye in the month of May, June or July,
Then I will have the last laugh and say over those dogs,
Who barked at me.

I will have my woman, one day!


Details | Free verse | |

The Whores are my Women

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

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

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

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

-10/23/2013


Details | Free verse | |

THE REST ARE WOMEN

Rest are Women! 
We worship Women,
We love Women as Mothers
We seek affection
from Women as Sisters
We are Men

We place Woman
on a Pedestal, We need Her
We use Her, We misuse Her
We are Men

We love our Wife,
We hate Daughters
We flirt Women;
We abuse Her
We are Men

When Women dares! and
Gets down her pedestal
We hate her,
we fear her
We are Men

Wonder! Why God fears
to get down from pedestal
The offerings will stop from all,
Shall ignore even the Lord
We are Men
The Rest are Women


INDIA, THE LAND OF GREAT CULTURE  is sadly named among the five worst places 
for women in the world in a survey.


Details | Rhyme | |

Secret Touch

God created woman
Just as God created man
However I think woman are the most precious
Let me help you understand
A woman bares fruit that a man cannot produce
Just a man has has certain tools, which some women are desperate to put to use
Women are different, sensual and soft inside
The exterior isn't always that way
Look hard enough & her simplicity you may find
Yes we are complicated and at times hard to read 
We are strong and slick at the mouth
Some of us full of lust and greed
Yes that sounded blunt
However my words blunt and true
You know some of these descriptions somehow express the woman in you
Long hair, Short hair and some straight bald
Different shapes and sizes
Different explicit names we are called
A woman I am, And Women I  love
To my appeal, there's nothing like a woman's touch
The softness of her lips
Like the Silk of my sheets
The beauty of her presence
The innocence that glows while she sleeps
The curves of her shape i see clearly through a tinted screen
A woman's Ora is like a drug
So I guess most men are considered feigns. 
They say its a mans world
Which is quite comical to me
Because without women in this world 
A man cant even succeed
We are the back bone
We are the foundation
Women are a blessing
A blessing with complications
I love my gender
And trust when I say they love me
Two women powered together
With that only Glory I foresee
Look at us women
The world is blessed to have us
Believe me when I say
There's nothing like a woman's touch


Details | I do not know? | |

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...



Details | Lyric | |

Drum Beat

Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Holy. Freaking. Crap.

Here come the snare drums,
With the bass drums,
And the cymbals,
The band follows.

I have a secret.
Everyone knows it.
And I don't know about,
If I can contain this shout.

And I don't know,
If I can take it anymore.

I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

Tap tap tap.
Boom-de-tap-tap.
The marching band's coming.
You better start moving.

They don't stop.
All of them just stomp- stomp- stooooomp.


I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

This song probably makes,
No sense.
But there's really no,
Deep meaning.

These are the facts...
Literally everyone goes,
Crap, crap, crap.

I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

Zoom zoom zoom.
Zoom te zoom zoom.
My heart goes boom boom.
But you just see it through.
Like it's a clear,
Drum beat.


Details | Rhyme | |

Silent Legacy


Breathing softly in my bed,
Visions of sugarplums, in my head.
Shadows hovering in the night,
Soul awakens, to take flight.
But, I won't scream.
Told not to scream.

Rough hands groping below my head,
Rough lips seeking to be fed.
No one knows this young child's plight,
Dad's embrace she must now fight.
But, must not scream.
No, I won't scream.

A single tear upon my face,
I grit my teeth, I know my place.
I leave my body, so small and light,
A five year old can still take flight.
But, I won't scream.
No, I won't scream.
.
There is no pain, where now I go.
I'm flying now, he hurts me so.
I'm just a child, why can't he see,
He's hurting something deep in me?
But, I don't scream.
I just can't scream.

The weight is something, no child should bare
Seems rough hands are just everywhere.
But, souls have wings, this much I know,
To fly away from realms below.
Cause there I scream.
YES, THERE I SCREAM!

The stars inside, the bleakest night,
I know I lost, this final fight.
My body's racked ,with so much pain,
My soul doesn't wish to return again.
And, now it screams.
A silent scream.

I look to see a face I know,
But, he's now a stranger, I want to go.
No longer free to be a child.
No longer free to have a smile.
Can no longer scream,
I just cant' scream.
Unending screams...

By Regina Newton  (c)2013


Details | Verse | |

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 | Free verse | |

Once Upon a Time I was One of THEM

Eyes dry, I look out at THEM. They crawl in the dirt with a trail of tears shedding like a
long haired dog's coat in the summer time.
Anger build up inside of me as I watch THEM.
THEY are the women children of this world. 

Searching.
Begging.
Longing.
They want to be loved.

No. These poor creatures do not know what love is. They know of pain. 
They know of rising waves and riptides of anger and desperation,
but not love.

To find this treasure that they have heard about their entire life they change.
Change like the leaves on a tree. With every man that comes their way the colors change.

Green.
Orange.
Yellow.
Red.
Brown.
Bare. 

I hate the sight of them. They sicken me. Why?
Once upon a time I was one of THEM.
Once upon a time I was lost too.
That person is dead now.
Now I have the skin of an Indian woman, but my heart remains soft.

Looking for happiness, these women children turn to him, 
the one that brings nothing but pain. Their Frogs they try so hard to keep on their lily
pads. He swims off to the next one when he wants to get his feet wet.

Yes. My skin has grown tough, but my heart remains soft. He will not take that from me.
I stand strong and proud. May the fierceness in my soul boil over and illuminate the
passion that is me! I hold my head high and walk out of my house knowing.

I have that. I know that everything I have been through. 
Every trial.
Every lie.
Every mistake.
Every tear.
Every scar.
Every rumor.
Every hurtful thing.
Every careless word. 
Every scream.
Every man...
 
has made me what I am today.


May the light shine on my face as these tear tracked cheeks raise with smile. May the
strength within me help the others around me. For I know what I am.
I AM A WOMAN. Proud and Free.


Details | Rhyme | |

To Every Mother

This is for the women
Who showed us the way
Who made us a snack after school every day

The ladies that love us
Through worst and the best
The ones strong and lovely with whom we've been blessed

The women that smiled
When we brought dandelions home
That pointed a direction, but let us roam

The females with callused hands
Hardworking and gentle
Minds always open, never judgmental

The women who held us
Dear to their hearts
Who would never let anything tear us apart

The ladies that kissed us
When our knees started to bleed
Showing us family is all that we need

This is for the mother's, the mommy's, ma's, madre's and mum's
The ones that have shaped us into what we've become




Details | Rhyme | |

Tangled Webs

Tangled webs, My soul hurts, I think I’d rather never have loved, than loved & lost instead, See, I’m depressed, I walk through Central Station giving pennies to the ‘Walking Dead’, I know that time flies, Like that toy plane we built up & let fly from the high rise, Mean guys are just the average, Prepared to savagely damage anything remotely romantic, I didn’t think I was one… You disagreed, The break up was a long one… I doubt that you’ll be missing me, Tangled Webs, My soul hurts, Sometimes I wish I’d never have loved, than loved & lost instead, Secrets & lies, I tried to stop the demise, of what began when I saw you cry, Now that’s all there seems to be, Raised voices or petty squabbles, just sitting in front of the TV, No drink or drug binging, Hanging out in clubs hinging, on drunk women Ambition & passion has been, Missing & lacking, But the vision of you packing up your bags is distracting, Tangled webs, My soul hurts, Mum’s wrong, I wish I’d never have loved than loved & lost instead, See, green grass grows & weeds die, You go from strength to strength; I’m straight from lie to lie, I try to cry, Can’t execute the liquid from my ducts I think I’m dead inside, Our wires criss-crossed, People look and say his loss, but this was, A Tangled web with only one fly that gets caught, So swallow me up & immerse me in guilt, It’s worse to have lost love ‘cos you know how heartbreak felt...


Details | Free verse | |

Society


They always say you can't be beautiful
Without being skinny as a stick
But damn it society I want to be seen and I want to be...
beautiful in my own way
Before the blood drips on the floor
from the scratches in my arm
from the pain inside my heart
don't you understand

You're making this too hard on us
us girls with a little extra weight
us girls with bumps on our face
just shut up I'm sick and tired of this
This shouldn't have to be my fate

I don't want to die to be seen and heard
to be recognized as someone beautiful...
But isn't that the only way?
When a society you thought you knew is telling you that you can't be beautiful
without having to fit some social standard
that's bull*****don't you understand
That's why so many teenagers are dying every day 

I want to be pretty 
without having to change
is that too much to ask

I want to be loved 
without having to change who I am! 
By a girl instead of a man
Let me live my own life
stop telling me that I can't! 

Society you're killing us all
making us take our life because you all can't understand
that being who you are is what makes you beautiful

But we have to take a knife to our throat
to make you all see
the beauty inside of us
Can't you let us be. 

I want to be beautiful...
but I just don't know how
when everyone around me 
is telling me how to live 

Make this stop
This pain and suffering

Let us all be equal
A whole 
No more hurt
no more sorrow
no more suicide

Just make it stop...


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 | Haiku | |

Bouquet of Flowers


 
Flowers of many colors
Always received openly
To warm the loved heart

Eve Roper 10/31/2014


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.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Unusual Fragrance

The unusual fragrance looms above my room, 
Its owner not yet known, 
Its purpose still a mystery I assume 
Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, 

Its mood is ataraxia, 
Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, 
Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, 
I have it trapped in a booth, 

Smells like angels on a spring break, 
Dancing gloriously in the water fall, 
With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, 
Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, 

Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, 
As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, 
The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, 
As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

For Every Nice Lady and kind gent

For Every Nice Lady (and Kind Gent)

Your Kindly Heart with Loving Brightly Glows, and Like an Ever-Blooming, Budding Rose, may LovingKindness make and Keep You Whole, and Always Bless You, Body, Heart, and Soul.  ~  The brilliant Light of LovingKindness Spreads... wherEver Gaia Maya Shakti treads. Her Perfect Love both Make and Keep You Whole, and Ever Bless you, Body, Heart, and Soul!


Details | Rhyme | |

little fun time girls

love is water that can fill any void
it can start a war like Helen of troy
take form and place of many a role
light fires in hearts, steal our souls
blind us from sight of face or lies
sadly one cant give an eye for an eye
when bruised or abused, wild and fierce
returned and earned, new depths pierced
only for one, or mostly the good
some capable of  loving misunderstood
miss understood it felt strong
but missed the part where she went wrong
sharing your love for family and friends
intimacy lacking where a difference begins
but sexual thoughts are only a sliver
 one can love many, cupid carries a quiver
though difficult at best, love can be free
whose to say how to define it accurately
if my loves not yours, you feel something else
see if giving and trust would possibly help
minor differences of culture and school
would not change how love surely rules
sexual intimacy certainly not king or key
one can be intimate during celibacy
touch is sacred, confidence sanctuary
love has a flow with many tributaries
love or love me not, wasting petals curl
you're confused when you said
"little fun time girls"





Details | Rhyme | |

Roses

Who does not know?
A woman is a rose
At which you must stare
And handle with care
Lest the hurt you bear.

What manner of heart
Will not stop and stare
At the sweet part
Of which he must beware
Or be aware

Who does not know
How it starts and grows
And how suddenly it bends
And ends
With no option to amend.


Details | Acrostic | |

Whispers of Love

Whether young or old it breathes.
Hearing within the heart murmurs.
Intelligence rejects what it wreathes.
Sense shall not detect any termers.
Piercing your will, it ultimately gains.
Each hint shall gather more strength.
Repetitive pulse of unknown pains,
Searching to reach hearts length.

Our spirit, soul has no reason why.
Fear may set the fire or make a sigh.

Loneliness shall encourage the feeling.
One may recognize mysterious reeling.
Victimized, helpless of its dealing,
Each step grows closer, to its revealing.


written by  Cecil Hickman


Details | Light Poetry | |

Pleasant Distraction

My mind drifts,
Brings me to your eyes.
It's a pleasant distraction
I throw my hands to the sky.
I toss in the towel,
I give it all to you.
Our story is indifferent, it's incomplete,
It's a pleasant distraction,
I can feel the heat.
Because I want to move on,
I don't want to hurt,
But my feelings remain strong,
Your looks leave me unsure.
You're my pleasant distraction,
My dream, my ache, my cure.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Lines

I am respected.
That's his explanation, his excuse and his reasoning.
He sits on a throne of these women he has claimed. 
Tools of his self worship, he stacked them tall in his castle.
A tribute to his mastery of his manipulation and his lies.
He sits tall and proud on the women he as claimed. 
They each are secret queens in his world he has made for them.
They each unaware of the lies he has spun to catch them, 
their insecurities will be their downfall. They envy my power over his heart and he convinces them of my faults. They are aware of my presence 
and relish in his denouncement of his commitment.
They are the true match in their eyes and they can cure his depression. 
These secret lies he has spun for them enriches their lust for his heart. 
They wish to be his cure to save him from his unhappiness and take their place on his right hand. 

I am respected he says. 
That is why i am his queen. I hold his heart and am high up above these subjects he has claimed. I am not a block in his throne but i lay high above on a pedestal.
They are easy and are quickly used and thrown away, but i am constant and true.
They let him use them and he reaps the befits of their low standards of themselves and because of these standards men like him exist. women who covet men who are taken allow men to take advantage of these opportunities. Wolves yes these men are, but sleepless they are not.

Hes says he's able to find the divide between the disrespected and the respected, lines he draws when these women allow him to get the better of them. When they allow him  to trick them into these false worlds and trust his false lives. As if to ensure me I am safe from such things, because his love belongs to me. These lines he draws to separate the two kinds, i find hard to find in his explanation.  And if such lines do exist, which do i truly reside on.


Details | Free verse | |

Groove of Things

Embrace me     my lover,
Let eager fingers identify your physical boundary,

Innocently caressing every curve leaving a surmounting temptation like no other,

Satisfying even those hidden pages tucked away in your precious diary,

Lovingly kissing such divine lips,
Every hand stroke encountering a quivering body,
While lustful hands clasp onto swinging hips,

Fair warning     it will be considerably rowdy.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Under Ground Cities

A man walks into a new generation gangster town,
there were guns, amoe, drugs, explosives, and allot of bad people, and that's all he found. 
He looked around the streets and saw allot of African American people running the show,
he walks into one corridor and into another city, and he welcomed the flow.

The new city, to him it wasn't any different than the one he just came out from, there were Muslims,
they wore gold chains and hiphop music was playing every where, the mostly dealt cocaine, and said fuk them.
there women were so beautiful, they would walk around in heals and panties were ever they went,
the man walked though all the gorgeous women and thought to him self, "no I can't". 

The man walks into a new city, he walked into "The Slums" it was the hardest and the baddest outlaws of the nations,
the man looked around and right away he did not like what he saw there, everything was dirty and without and patience. 
He couldn't wait to get out of there, the women were nasty and smelled like they haven't showered in years,
The man put his head down and started walking out of the slums with nothing in his eyes but tears.

The man walked into "Siberia" Everyone living there saw the man come in and they all rushed to great him,
at first the man got a little scared, but than he saw there smiles, so he smiled back at them. 
Everyone was living there was dancing to a death mettle Hip Hop music, while drinking and sniffing cocaine with a gun on there sides,
The man walks to the bar while looking at all the beautiful women that are dancing and giving him a sexy look.
Than the BOSS of the city comes up to him, pores him a drink and tells him how he is the BOSS of the whole West Coast, 
the man looked at him and smiled, he put his hand around the boss, looked at everyone around and said, "Let's Toast".


Details | Narrative | |

Ladies Of The Soup



An amazing group of gorgeous ladies Call Poetry Soup their 'getaway from reality' home Where their fantasies take flight Where the chores, the kiddies, the trials of the day Are brushed aside for a while Allowing their creative minds to soar Forgetting the washing, the dishes, the endless meals With creative thoughts, thoughts of love A perfect match, a getaway to some romantic isle With the man of their dreams The most current 'hottie' in Hollywood Or maybe even their husband Don't get me wrong, we men of the Soup don't mind As long as you sweet ladies allow us to have our turn I wont't name my favourite ladies But you surely know who you are I'm not very good at hiding my affections So all you ladies of the Soup I hereby send you some passionate kisses Some warm snuggly hugs But most of all dear ladies of the Soup I send you my overwhelming passionate love For making my everyday a whole lot brighter © Jack Ellison 2013


Details | Haiku | |

Love Haiku

Some love is stupid, 
Some love is fake and unreal, 
But our love is true.


Details | Free verse | |

what do I do now

Nocturnal go betweens as I wish wonder why and
pine and ponder the thrill of you, in-sensed
enraged plight unforgiving unkind-blistered
human frality relentless fingers grip and squeeze
the terrified emotion from a craving heart strong
with beaded bridled bullshit; unsustained in a 
pisstrom of anxious delight paradise lost with a fabled man
truth sick honesty no trip to bountiful bliss 
love lost passion dismissed and the threat of
a dismantled ego leanloins in jerked off ruins. No
feelings everfelt inherent in the now metaphor of existent
fervor of that which I place myself in the present
tense of future fear yearnings. My skull, cosmic of crippled
cell thoughts---transient trenchings. Forbid my manual range
inept incomplete incoporeal disavowed--I wishI mayIwishImight
have the wish I-------------------Eternity Heights
upscaled past reason's dictates a surrender gorge.
regardless of quicksand times and blows dealt
regardless of "life goes on"--stop-leave-don't outcomes
regardless of mirror mimed politicolove entgrails whom shout "NO"
from their lovelung tops of false de-saintitty thesis. On&on&on
from charm to harm all in drop C alphabet olleyolleyinfree stew.
Slowly I lose a little more cranial fragment appetitie at yesterday's
testicular terminal power love lost lunch. 
Another naked being for the mating composite heap. Next!  


Details | Free verse | |

My Rita

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Which Way

June 21, 2013


We've been floating through the years
Just you and me my dear
Without a worry on our minds
Or a watch to keep the time

Which way will you go
Which way will you go
If you take the road less traveled
You're much less likely to unravel

Where have you gone
I can't seem to find you anywhere but here
Right by my side where you belong
Holding hands and singing songs

Of a time long gone
When the long forgotten speak
Their minds
And we let ours go in time

Which way will you go
Which way will you go
If you take the road less traveled
You're much less likely to unravel

How will you answer
My love
Will you trust in your beloved
Or look to the stars above

As the days roll by
I wonder why
Which will
Which will you try


Details | I do not know? | |

Effects of the Sacrament of Holy Matrimony

From a valid marriage Arises a bond between the spouses Its very nature is perpetual Exclusive In a Christian marriage Spouses are strengthened As it were consecrated for the duties The dignity of their state by a special sacrament. (CCC 1638


Details | I do not know? | |

Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


Details | Free verse | |

A Grand Carlyle Residue via 1989

Stymied synergistic stoolcumers synchronized
of gifted glib galb garbage run of mouth
nicotine rings of one night 
no promise quickly spilled
ever taxed gestured pocket
pool. tandem coulpling random 
access eye spew askances for a 
tainted night glow. Weak whitewine 
whispers office yupslugs curtaling on a 
Friday nnite feeding rampage
cock'll doodle do ya, hopefully, fixed
******l trans plant stilted blue
libidious carneverous ego ectascies
exaggerate trip the gonad fantasy fantastic
click, click, click, scrape,
click females ina crowd leave ina crowd
***** puffers everywhere cancer
croonies suck lips with sunken jaw 
jumping jill frenzy paste posted tooth
smiles--only gum grin where prohibited
white collar/blue collar share a
once beer of sorts, while linley smoke
figures haunt backwards in a sitdown dismal
denial comedy for the no show waitresses
geese gatheing empty of poignant personality
through bar riers of in-finite age range ripe
rituals for meta phor women to the restroom!
The plot hair thickens. my lungs hurt from watchexisting
Blue suit sancturary slugs offer office onslaughts through
oppulent openings via perservance in a temperate tampon 
express meal head long into a pubic partisian oblivion? 
True bar tintilation touting tempting tidbits of tumultious
temptations tilting time, tantilizing tremors, tracking
tricks of professional preference and sexosocial sinny
secular satisfaction. Gomer Pyle just pissed by. 
Judy, Judy, Judy. Poor Judy.   

occular preferences occlude 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rambles Of Men and Women

My man seem to keep his emotions within,
thinking his woman cannot understand him
All I know is, sometimes he tells me things that’s untrue
I stare at him, like I can read his mind and then, 
he will say I am acting like a sleuth
As my mother always says, just tell the truth

Our relationship can be on one accord,
If he stops, acting like it is a chore
I’m are here for him but he says, not 
I try to do everything to hit that spot

Some of his male friends join in and say women do not care,  
That is why they go out and have affairs
Nevertheless, women understand more than they know
That is why we have to pack and go, 
So we will not continue to be their yoyos 


04/16/12


Details | Free verse | |

Coagulating Perspective

The seconds drift into minutes,
cascade into hours.
Relativity floats subtly past
and pools around perspective’s
esophagus.
Waiting is the fierce tick
of a sequestered heart.
Tracking time,
by counting blood cells sailing
through a clotting current.
Labored lungs grasp at
tiny red buoys,
flagged with markers of 
understanding.
It’s become harder to
comprehend the notes I left 
myself. I tried so hard to
hammer that nail into memory;
I bruised knuckles from exasperated swings.
never thought I had the strength
to sever the yoke of what bound 
my soul to yours.
But I swung,
and I swung
              and  I swung.
Until I drove you away.
I thought it would kill
the pain;
fooled my body into taking the blame
so I could have peace.
But now I wish I could feel
anything but this sordid repeal 
of discernment I let my body
confuse with mending.
I clutch each cell between
aching hands,
and demand it’s clarity;
 tighten my grip when
they squirm and feel
the pangs of past;
remembering the agony
of losing you all over again.
For fear of suffering
memory,
I risked losing myself.
I couldn’t breathe…
burying myself in bloody denial.
I almost let my need of you
coagulate to the point of 
my body’s repose.
You were once something
vital, a brilliant spark of something
magical much like serotonin at the 
perfect levels..
I don’t know what made us bleed.
But you’ve scabbed over..
You’ll probably itch for a long time,
reminding me that love is often
less than divine. And every now and then,
 you might feel a sharp nail
grinding against your surface
like a dry tongue searching
for the comfort of water.
Don’t be afraid,
that’s just me counting the minutes,
trying to remember
how to breathe.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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 | Verse | |

COFFEE AND SHERRY

Coffee, it is evident, is not Sherry's cup of tea;
She likes spirits like sherry and brandy
and knows the ropes of winemaking to a tee;
An oenologist by profession, like her pal Brandy,
found her niche in viticulture. Numbers of spirits
she's tasted, as a sommelier whose forté is wine
tasting. Oddly enough, she will actually whine
if I try to talk her out of dealing with other spirits.

She's involved in paranormal practices
and that chills me to the bone. She will lock up
in her tiny cubicle for hours to "communicate
with the beyond" and claims to have connected
with certain famous individuals after their
departures and says they are doing fine.

At least she says my "poems" blow her socks
off but I ought to massage her ducky feet
so that she read my verse. If I don't, she socks
me right in the gob! I feel I accomplish a feat
without an oxygen mask. It's not easy to bear
whatsoever the task of massaging her bare
dogs though I'm glad I don't have to polish
her toenails. She never paints 'em. Her Polish
friend concurs that Sherry is a little cracked
in the upper storey.
Dating a 146 IQ girl isn't all it's cracked
up to be. End of story.
I'm wondering: If we were in the North Pole
would she be barefoot so often? The Pole
thinks so and misses the golden days
when they both made money doing pole
dancing. "Boy we would definitely daze
the men at the club. They voted each night
for the best dancer. Most times the polls,
I have to admit, were in Sherry's favor.
Jolly times. But don't you dare have the gall
to say a word. She helps folks lose weight
today and loves it. Be kind to my half-Gaul
half-Brit friend and don't have her wait
when she wants foot massage. You would
be putting your foot in your mouth. Now go
put your feet up." Well, knock on wood,
the Pole's words made me feel lucky. Yo!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Finally

 There was a wonderful change in my life today,
A sense of  something good comming my way.
     It's been a long time comming and  it's feeling right ,
I know this because I was able to sleep last nihgt.
     Loving you has always been so easy  for me ,
Holding on to you was  very different you see.
     Finally the clouds and stormy skies have cleared,
We can see it clearly now that it is so near.
     For years we have struggled  with this love we shared,
Only recently have the two of us become so aware.
     Of what we truly feel for each other these days,
Leaving no doubts it was meant to be this way.
     I love her more now then I ever have before ,
To think I was about to walk out that door.
     She loves me I can feel her much closer now ,
The happiness I feel makes me scream aloud.
     Telling everyone I have a wonderful thing,
The love of my Queen who has made me her King.
     We will live our lives making all the memories ,
This love I have for you and  you have for me.
TAC  


Details | Rhyme | |

For Women

The modern day women of today are abused and tortured.
Not the physical of scars and wounds,
but the mental of intellectual suffocation.
What man can say: I am the bearer of life.
show me your proof and I’ll show you a liar.
What man can step forward and say: I was not born from a woman.
What man can say: I did not spend 9 months in their mother’s womb.
The truth is plain to see.
The hatred for women is bitterly unjust.
 
We should not simply acknowledge our women,
but understand, respect and love our women
for they are walking sanctities of wisdom and truth.
How can we celebrate life without saluting our wonderful women?
The nurtures of time; past, present and future
and still we choose to cast authority over them.
This general consensus of ownership must stop.
There is nothing weak in acknowledging a female heart.
As a man it is not a crime to say; I love you mother. 
I love you sister. I love you wife. I love you friend. 
 
On my behalf, I will respect each and every woman
regardless of if she respects herself.
Yet in time,
I know she will grow to love her own.
Valuing her every curve, acquired intellect, 
display of heart, and ounce of spirit.
As a beautiful and insightful woman,
in time she will grow to love herself,
love her eyes and love her soul
Just as I will accordingly do.

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Love that could not be

Love is an enchantment, a passion, but most of all a mystery.
  No one knows how it starts or where it will end
 But, once you've been stung by its infectious delight
  You want to feel that rush again and again. 
Let me start by telling you about a prince.
  Their has not been a man to match his beautiful appearance since. 
 Like most royalty he was not. They'd lay under trees and get thick 
  around the middle from all of the dining and wines.
 He was a prince of adventure who ran about and caused chaos.
  He also had a weakness for women. Women of all kinds.
 One day he was passing through the kingdom to go to his Uncle's in the country.
  He looked through the crowds and saw nothing but men and women with 
 long shaggy hair who's clothes were dumpy.
  When he got sick of looking at all the gloom, his place in his readings 
 he was about to resume when he saw her.
There a woman stood, honey blond hair blazing against the sun. Her clothes 
  were torn but he knew she was the one. He prayed that 
 he would see her face again in another place. 
  His horse carried his carriage away but the memory of her beauty, 
  in his mind and heart, did stay.
 It grew dark and his uncle's estate came into the moonlight. It was a terrorizing 
  yet captivating sight. 
There were statues of things he'd never seen even in terrible dreams. 
Out he went and up the stairs to dream of his fair lady. He knew this love could never be so 
  he brought comfort in one day seeing her, maybe.
 The next day he woke and went for a walk. A woman with a hat was watering the roses.
There was something familiar about her dainty poses. 
Then she turned and smiled at him and his heart beat began to soar again! His love! They
must have heard his thoughts above. 
 They talked as much as they could without looking too suspicious. They met by the tree on
the back of the land embracing each others kisses. 
This prince who was unlike other royalty did not care about his beauty and he was madly  
   deeply truly in love he came up with a strategy. 
 At night fall he went a mile out knowing there would be no one about and he began a flame.
 The flame roared out of control as he fed its vengeance.
 It climbed the estate and the people ran out wondering who did this.
He leaned his face close to the flames and his flesh began to burn. It left him scarred
beyond 
  recognition. His lady showed concern but no one solved the mystery and they were free to
be enchanted by the love that could now be.


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 | Concrete | |

Mommy I love you

Mommy I love you



You should know how much I love you.You who gave birth to me,you who says I love you when i need to cry,you who help me the most through all my dramas,I love you so much momma.This day and all the other you put up with all the chaos's I bring I am so happy to call you my mom.Every person who looks at you know what a great job you did and how you raised me and my brother and sister I can only thank God that you are my mom.I know this might be late or even overdo but you know I can only hold you for so long even if I don't seem happy if I look like I'm going to cry never once think it was your fault cause you know what I love you so much.There was once a time I was so sick i couldn't stand but in only a week you healed me with your love and hugs thank you ever so much mommy.Even if I get to old to sit in your lap.even if I get to old to call you mommy and run into your arms,even if I am to old to say mommy take me to school,you should know your the only women in my life that accepts me for me.This child you gave birth to,the only person who can give my dreams a rest and will wait till I am once again open and wearing my heart out on my arm,You the women who put up with this child who was ever bad.Mommy I love you so much even if it over do your the only person who I can ever call mommy and jump into your arms.


Details | Senryu | |

Irresistible 2

succumb to her charm
no escape from the web
dagger through the heart


Details | Free verse | |

Im in love with love with the idea of being in love

I’m in love with love with the idea of being in love
I just don’t want you I want to consume you, body and spirit,
As Well as that,
I just don’t want you I want to apprehension you,
I want to take the first breath and you take the last, what a awaken
I’m in love with love with the idea of being in love-

Have you ever seen a pen run out on the page? 
Silence is innocents I guess it reflection a decision on a page
Understand love from distance is not the same as being in love,
Mind boggling as shoulder to a bladed, mind wonders how things stay in place,
I’m in love with love with the idea of being in love-

Quality of a stamp is value,
Understanding of motion is friction,
The higher the volume of both becomes tension,
Where can I go to a place to search, I question it becomes of thought but on what occasion.
Im in love with love with the idea of being in love-

Expected is that of expectation something well to take note of,
Like exceed is the point of attraction as well as spirit at some point is to excel,
Well just wait a moment now you can exhale,
You and I are becoming mind and spirit,
I’m in love with love with the idea of being in love-  

How many ways in ways can I express this words,
I’ll take it to the next level and say that I julious love; you,
How do names become of other as I look at other how do you feel of the name Julious,
So I ask have words lost all meaning,
I’m in love with love with the idea of being in love- 

Message in a bottle to sail away dear luv-

It is “Bright Monday” to day,
Danish as dynamitic of a function,
Written to be lifted on imprint of a heart I’m am lifted,
Where to search for such attention
I’m in love with love with the idea of being in love-

But give me one last minute of your time my dear luv,
As I define I ask as well have word lost all meaning,
When I say Danish do I mean “god spear” or “god speed”
I say that and something only your best friend could notice or note,
Even if time and space did not place us together I reach out to say this is what I know of Luv;

I’m in love with love with the idea of being in love.


Details | Light Poetry | |

After the storm

After the storm life seems fresh

our Lord took us out of that mess

After the storm

the sun shines through

Our Lord made us brand new

After the storm

we walk in His light

things seem so bright

After the storm

people know

His love has touched us

His love is new


After the storm

we look at the sky

We praise Him for all He does

He keeps us in line

After the storm

life is nice


He is the one

whom gives us advice!



Written by:©Betty Bolden

8-11-04


Details | Verse | |

I dream colors

Fond of love I cannot say it
having suffered I live happy
this ribbon that encircles me
I dream colors in butterfly havens

love has friends like alabaster
your hair is my ambrosial layer
when those kindnesses are closer
I spend the residue in thinking you


Details | Lyric | |

Men, Women Need An Apology From You Pt. 1

(Chorus): Men, women need an apology from you
for playing with our emotions and when you know
you don’t mean us no good you want to stick around
to see if you can get in the pants
Men, women need an apology from you

(Verse 1): Remember when you said you would call last night
and you didn’t (I need an apology from you)
Remember when you lied like that other chick was just a friend
and she wasn’t
So you cheated on me (yeah, I need an apology from you)
Even though deep inside you knew I was your everything
Why come every time when we about to leave
you say baby please don’t go because I love you
Yet and still you show no actions
When you were cheating and step out on us 
so you could try to hide it (Men, we need an apology from you)

(Chorus): Men, women need an apology from you
for playing with our emotions and when you know
you don’t mean us no good you want to stick around
to see if you can get in the pants
Men, women need an apology from you

(Verse 2): Remember the times you called us out our names
but did you know when you do that
you might as well dis-respect your momma too
All you fellas who out here making the babies but can’t be man
and help raise what you create (yeah, we need an apology from you) 
Also, while you in and out acting like a child instead of being man
and realizing that materialistic things isn’t everything

(Chorus): Men, women need an apology from you
for playing with our emotions and when you know
you don’t mean us no good you want to stick around
to see if you can get in the pants
Men, women need an apology from you


Details | Free verse | |

No Looking Back, M'lady

No looking back, m'lady.
to the long days spent in that garden. 
No looking back 
on the labors of love --	
watering and pruning and waiting.
You remember the vibrant smell
of un-cut lilacs on the bush.

You are no longer a lady in waiting.
For he has chosen you to
replace his first love.
Wearing now her fine clothes
which you helped fashion
into their loveliness.
Do not be ill-at-ease.

Recalling how often on your knees
you polished this very same floor
to perfection.
Be reminded of your new task.
Your new calling - you must make of him
the man he never was, the man he can be.
No looking back, m'lady.


by Reason A. Poteet
Romantic




Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Nobody Can

There is nobody in this world knows how I am feeling right now,
Trying to  get it to all  make some kind of sense from it  some how.
   Filled with deceptions and lies leaving me nothing for me to find,
One memory there is that is truly real cause there's none in my mine.
   This sickening feeling overwhelms me making me cold to my soul,
I am surrounded by gloom and sadness the worst I've ever known.
   How is it I am to suffer like this for loving with all my heart ,
Always protecting you and always been the light in your dark.
   Why me with the love so true and a honest soul  feel such pain,
I should feel the Sunshine in my life not tears that fall like rain.
   Was it the  blindness caused by her natural beautey and tender words,
Or is it that I have lied to myself for so long it was almost absured.
   Difficult for me to face this grief that I had always anticipated,
The moment you came back into my life these days been pre dated.
    It was Love itself I have wanted to bask in to know the Joy,
This despair , lonliness ,and all the nightmares  I needed to avoid.
    A wreck just waitng to happen and the wounds opened up again,
Never  thinking of when all began only wanting it all to just end.
   Days that will be lost and the memories you will never have,
It's the worst kind of emptiness and confusion I've ever had.
   These times we share when we are alone and nobody around,
The thoughts we have of fantasies are somewhat profound.
   Is there a lesson here to be learned and remembered ,
Or is it I am that lost soul  that lonely Pretender.
   This can't possibly be the very last and the end for me,
If so then it has always  been what was meant to be.
   When and how it all went wrong and strayed off course,
Something I will never know  or do I want to anymore.
   There is nobody  that knows what I am feeling today,
I tried making sense of it and found that there is no way.
   A fence that will never be mended or memories replaced,
Just a lonely life  and a broken heart is what I must face .
   Get on with my life  pray  for better days  I must do,
How  can I do that if it has to be without having you.
Tac


Details | Narrative | |

What Do You See

I found this old poem while helping to clean out a house that was vacant. I hope you 
don't mind that I didn't write it but it was too awesome not to post. Enjoy--------
          

                                   What Do You See

What do you see, nurses? What do you see?	
What are you thinking when your looking at me? 
A crabby old women, not very wise.
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes.
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply.
When you say with your loud voice, "I do wish you'd try."
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
and forever is losing a sock or a shoe.
Who unresisting or not lets you do as you will.
When bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what your thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse, your not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still.
As I drink at your bidding, as I sit at your will.
I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother.
Brothers and sisters who love one another.
A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at 20. my heart gives a leap.
Remembering the vows I primised to keep.
At 25 now I have young of my own.
Who need me to build a secure happy home.
A women of 30, my young now grow fast.
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At 40 my young sons near grown will be gone.
But my man stays beside me to see I don't mourn.
At 50 once more babies play round my knee. 
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead.
I look to the future and shudder with dread.
For my young ones are busy rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm an old women now and nature is cruel.
It's her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body it crumbles, grace and vigor depart.
There now is a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells.
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and loving life over again.
I think of the years, all the few--gone to fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes nurses, open and see.
Not a crabby old women, look closer,  see ME.

This poem was found among the effects of a patient who died at the Oxford
University Geriatric Service in England. Author is unknown.


Details | Classicism | |

Tender Mercy

Delicious bites of tender mercy
Fluid sublime episodes
Carefully thought out energy
Fighting to capture the gold tone
You so carefully draped upon
An unforgiving heart
Knights of ecstasy rearrange purpose
To instill a peaceful consciousness


Details | ABC | |

Frivolous Chase

All eye admiration flood upon your presence
Beyond words, this mind bleeds,
Crushed by your metaphysical yet practical brilliance
Deafened by the hilarity of your quirks
Envying those that may embellish in your jests
Frozen in tears where the past brings smiles
Groveling beside the untouched potential 
How is it you excel among such fetid company?
Initiating your moon-shines like the sun is your god
Jumping jacks pounding these ever depressing soles 
Kittling the fingertips mindfully so 
Lackadaisically glancing upon our stranger-friend relationship
Mustering the audacity to surmount your eccentricities  
No one could ever quite notice before
Opulent in knowing you have captured so many 
Pained inside to the very last penny
Quenched from courage, I remain caged in your glory
Rabid to agitate your unacquainted waters  
Suckling upon the overflow—
The leftovers that offer richness I will never know
Understanding you wholeheartedly—I quiver
Violated by the comfort tease of your words
Wondering how love can surface upon unsteady oceans
X chromosome searching for a sharp fool within a current of chaos
Y chromosome spinning, slightly hidden with a small, sparkly smile
Zealous in the frivolous chase—I was latched from the start


Details | Free verse | |

the mad

only the women are loved. 
with men, it's only the madness,
in and of its self that's used.--
and we are literary, too.
but you don't write it down
or even think it, any more.
it's just a desperate kind of feel...



 

yes, only women bleed.
and are loved, their bodies,
for it.
their emotional souls are held close.
"but he doesn't care about my mind."
well, there's more to you, that bleeds.
--this ink doesn't come from my body.
if i held you like a squid, with many arms
like an octopus?
you'd only love me for my pen.



  not this madness that is a part of me.
not this root that grows a life
beyond us.--
madness is a kind of land,
of its own religion, of its own logic.
a pain to make the doctors see;
and a Hell to make the lover feel...



  so this is the boat we share...
love is a mental illness,
where the waters that keep us afloat
are what keep us from the rest of the world.
--and in your mermaid logic,
you still pretend to drown in a place
where, together, we could be perfectly at home.



  if others can see the many arms
of my mind, because
even my floating wreckage is washed up on the shore,
won't they be able to see the mirages
of your deserted dreams
when they well up in such dancing eyes:
that only the soul of a mad lady could form
a vision in such a time?



 as ours?
is this "together" part of the shape
of another world than this one we share?
if both of us are mad,
which one of us is sane?
--is this the land of Cana?
or are you wearing the atheist's ring?


Details | I do not know? | |

Smooth ways

Smooth Ways
I put women on layaway... Hey!
it dosen't cost a cent to toss so love your mcdonald tray.
Go ahead, want it all
I wont crush your dreams big or small
rather brake up then to fall shameful you all are wasting those numerous calls
Chances of you knowing me,I am not concerned
Fast forward past a toss or turn because tin man burned his heart
follow the road to the red bricked apartment
Women cook the food never opened in my kitchen and I eat while they stay starvin'
Call it dedication 
I'm testin patience
Seeing if they can stay wastin' away and psychologically,Your paying for what one girl did one day
Yeah her name was carry
I find engagement scary The populations too vast
I can travel through januarys, februarys, and decembers drinking bloody marys cause they help me not remember
I drink to you and the things we do
I'm down with the bacardi
Breakfast in the morning please
the vending machines in the lobby!
Them jokers tryna' rob me
Dont think that I don't care
I cared enough to use my lines and I might keep you here
To vibe with me, ride with me, in my rent-a-car
As long as you drive a girl
They dont care who you really are
I'm the star that stole your wish
You kiss like your breaking a spell,Ha!
 stop waitin'
These thoughts test my patience
I am rapture chicken in grease
You young women lack education
Hungry, parched, starvin', every heart beat fuels no elation


Details | Free verse | |

The Wayward Cafe

I sat in a small wayward cafe,
the smell of coffee beans being crushing into submission
tickled at my nosterls.
The sounds of tin cans and cups
some of them being stacked and others
drop with a violent crash.
The tables all red and round
There sat the women, with their novels, tea cups and coffee mugs
sharing small talk of innocent love.
Some women quiet and others talking.
All of them drinking something.

The cool air blew through the windows,
what a mess that wind made.
Blowing papers all around
and blowing the women's hair back.
A man sat there, writing away,
with an endless cough, a tickle at his Adam's Apple.
Then again everyone had a cough.

I sat there reading poetry, writing poetry, embracing poetry
with a pen in one hand and my head in the other,
gently resting of the red round table.
I wrote of the cafe, the women, the man with the endless cough,
that shattered your ear drums everytime he put his hand to his mouth
and coughed away.

A woman who sat reading way,
drinking lemonade and sometimes
taking long glances up.
She was waiting for someone, I could tell.
I looked at her and she at me,
and we both smiled.
Then a sudden silence,
she looked away from me.
A man, who had an ego,
(Then again, doesn't every man have one)
brushed my shoulder and pushed me away.
He apologized, not sincerly.
They kissed and hugged,
I went back to writing with a frown.
They went away in love, I guess?
And I sat all alone in that
lonesome wayward cafe.
Nothing to keep me company, but smell of coffee and tea
and the laughs of the women sharing small talk,
and that one man with Earth shattering cough.


Details | Epic | |

Marriages

Marriages are for when the husbands and the wives are determined to stay together for what
will be the rest of their lives. These people have been married to each other since they
day the men and the women met through their relatives or old friends from either high
school or college. It seems that when a man and a woman have read their vows to each
other, they don't ever break. And once the men and the women are married to each other,
there's no more going to bars, no more going to any of those dating websites, and no more
enjoying the bachelor/bachelorette life, ever. Ones who commit infidelity will allow the
marriage to have ended in a divorce. Marriages also mean that these two people mustn't
cheat on each other with other men/women, even if he/she is as attractive as the current
husband/current wife is. Sometimes most marriages will last at least four months, but some
of them will have lasted for more that sixty to eighty years. The children will have been
born after these two people (a man and a woman) have been married to each other,
especially when they're planning on starting an actual family. Why, this is starting to
look like an episode of "The Newlywed Game" hosted by Robert "Bobby" Eubanks, Carnie
Wilson, and Sherri Sheppard. Those marriages are not just a unity of a man and a woman,
marriages are a unity of same-sex couples (two men and/or two women), especially when
they're about adopt some children of all foreign countries, including Haiti or China. But
even if all married couples have to deal with financial situations, monthly bills, the
arguments, or whatever, these two people must know that they still love each other and
must always be supportive of what their plans for the future are. And no matter the
struggle or other guys and/or women that will have interfered in their marriages that day
in and day out, all married couples must tell the others that their happily married and to
have spared them the embarrassment in the near future. And if these marriages were to last
until the end of time, that would be great for all married couples. Newlyweds, too.


Details | Free verse | |

Breeze part two

She's like the breeze 
That makes memories freeze
In the door ways 
Of my mind's hallways 
Each vision replays always
On the second day!
Goddess of my imagination
Leaving shadows of heavenly formation
In complete relation
To my ciphers rotation!


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The Kings Three Sons Part 3

He said, "You spend all day in bed with your women, and not one you have married. I think they could use a break. Your brother wishes to starve the people. If you were to be King what would you do?" "The army is week with loneliness." The second son said, as he pulled his wenches close. "I will let them take all the women they want." "So you will rape the women?" the King asked. "Are women not a vessel to be used in that way?" the second son spoke with mocking in his voice. The King sighed, for this was another son he mislead. "My son," the King spoke again, "I love you as much as a king could love a son but I love my people more. You shall not be King." Anger filled the second son And rising his fist up high, he spat, "When you die I will have reign and the guards will take every woman, even if it is before her time." So with his toys in tow he stormed out the room” The wizard stopped and looked me in the eyes, “have you heard this one before my child?” “No,” I answered back, eager to hear what the King will do. “Very well,” He said as he went on. The King called onto his third son; hopping he will bring what the other two could not. The King’s third son was short and small; with children as servants so he could feel very tall. "My king," the third son said, ‘what is so important that you must drag me from my chambers were I sleep?" ‘My son,’ The King went on, ‘your brothers wish to starve and rape my people. If you were king what would you do?" The third son raised a hand to his chin; thinking hard. "The army is all to tall," he began, "I shall take the children from their homes and have them trained as solders do." "You wish to brainwash children to do the evils not even men should so?" With a coy smile the third son said, "Precisely, my King, if it pleases you." "My son,"


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First Love

First Love


I though about my very first love last night
I dreamed I hugged and kissed her... And squeezed her so tight

On several occasions she still comes to mind
The girl who I kissed for the very first time

I know she still rents a place in my heart
Even though time and distance has kept us apart

I know when I think of her it's a romantic sin
Then I realize... I will never see her again

She was my first love that burning love you see
The love she gave stole the boyhood from me

So many years later she's still in my dreams
I can actually feel her touch..so soft it seems

I can't forget her regardless of time
Out of nowhere she still comes to mind

Last time we met was many years ago
Its a simple love....I'm sure you know

It's a gut sinking feeling sometimes for sure
For your very first love they say there's no cure

Like I said before..she still comes to mind
The girl who I kissed for the very first time


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Signs

I love you so much more than the sun in the sky
Love you so much girl, and just can't tell exactly why
To confess my love, to you, is all I wish to say
Tell you outright, at the break of each new day

Our worlds seem to align 
And it's not by design
I want you in my arms forever, to be mine
Oh love, just give me a sign

I've had none before, and well, you've had nine
But with this I am fine
To the shores of forever, with you, I will find
If you just give me some Signs

Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for
Please pretty girl, won't you open the door?
Leave me crying on the floor
Leave me girl, wanting so much more

How can lonely hearts mend?
Find others for their love to send
All across the sands of these times
Show me the way, give me some Signs

You could turn a whole life's world around
Without the utterance of a sound
You could halt his childish whines
If you just gave this poor boy some Signs

Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for
Please pretty girl, won't you open the door?
Leave me crying on the floor
Leave me girl, wanting so much more

Yet here I am, sitting alone and broken
No words to you have been spoken
Why am I so shy? Where did the days go?
Oh how they fly and Oh how you glow
Nothing left to do now, but wait for new Signs


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dylan thomas quote

“Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.” 
? Dylan Thomas



Together they were for 10 years or more
In love, glad to be just two
But something happened on a rugby trip
That changed their point of view

Too many beers, dulled the brain
Raised his libido to great heights
Made the mistake of a one night stand
His true love was out of sight.

He confessed it all when he got home
Heartbroken they both just knew
That it was over for them
Nothing was left to rescue.

After a few months they met again
He was charming hoped things would go right
They had a meal together talked through their pain
Both were sad that they’d had the fight

He was convinced t would be all ok
That she would forgive him without doubt
Just one silly mistake he keeps on thinking
Surely she would rather be with him than without.

“Why do men think you can pick love up               )             
 and re-light it like a candle?                                      )quote of dylan thomas              Women know when love is over.”                           )

That it was more than she could handle.


So they parted as they met
Sad and on their own
The bird of happiness no longer theirs
Taken flight and gone.







Motto is:          Do unto others as you would have others do unto you. 


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Disillusioned

I dream of a world with no boundaries
No barriers to enclose me
No hatred and malice to burden me
No hype to entrap me 
No prejudice to blind me
And no bigotry to limit my ability to love
Yes, I am a dreamer, of this I am sure

I dream of a world not fashioned by
The hands of man or brought 
About by some ‘big bang’
A world where right is right and
Wrong is wrong and no gray areas abound
I dream of a world where children are always wanted
And not the outcome of someone’s lust or 
Trophies to impress

I dream of a world where men and 
Women, unconditionally, love 
Where men are raised to stand
As men to love to protect and provide
Where women are raised to stand 
As women to love to nurture and support 
Where loyalty, justice, honesty, integrity
Live in the hearts of men
It is often said that dreams come through….
I guess I will keep on dreaming


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What you will learn

You will learn it from a young age-

That there is a scale and you

Sit upon it.

It is not your choice

It never was.

Even back then when

Your mother told you

You don’t look pretty with your hair tucked

Behind your ears,

She was trying to push you up it

One more

Little notch.

You will learn that it does not matter what you dream about

So long as it is not him

That it does not matter what scars you inherit

From your ancestors

Only what percentages you carry

And where you carry them,

Latino lips, African ass,

Do you **** like the gypsies you come from?

You will learn it does not matter what struggles you face

How hard it was to drag yourself

Out of bed this morning

How exhausted you feel-

You are worthless

Unless you can stay awake whilst he screws you.

You will learn that sleep won’t stop him.

You will learn that

 ‘I will wait until you are ready’

Has a time limit.

You will learn that your words will get you into trouble

That he’ll love you better

If you use your lips

For what they’re made for,

You will learn that your worth will be measured

In how many inches

You can take.

You will learn to fear

Birthing a girl

Learn to fear your hand slapping

At her hands

As she bites her nails

Stay pretty

Up the scale

And she will learn to love boys

Who love the way she moves her hips,

She’ll learn that last names don’t matter

And school grades don’t matter

And poetry doesn’t matter.

She’ll learn that she’s just one of those girls

Guys want to sleep with

And that that

Is okay.


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because we have a song to sing

you ask me to believe
i'm left wondering
about the colour yellow

are women meant to be hidden
behind burkas of black
or a bluebird's blue?
to disappear
into daylight,
is it for God or the lusts
of men? are not women jewels wherever
we are and whatever we wear?

tell me, is Christianity American
and Judaism Israeli and how did
the two get so entwined in Joseph's coat
of many colours? when was there a time
when Jerusalem was built to be divided?

there is a well, Miriam, i'll meet you there,
we'll capture the morning sunrise and embrace
the painted desert with the rhythm of our hearts,
our fingertips will glide along the wheat fields of our
longing, our
hair will come undone, we'll love the God of creation
and we'll make love with his sons

in an oasis of grass, the yellow bird sings not because
it has an answer, but because it has a song.








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women

Women

I tell my friend yesterday
That I have a problem
I know a bunch of women
And I’m in love with all of them

He says boy you crazy
You will get in trouble
But when I see them
My love does double

See all women are different
No two are the same
Each add a different fuel
To keep alive a flame

Some are like eye candy
Such a sweet delight
And some like a star
Brightening up the night

So I tell me friend 
To have a clear conscience
 Trying to figure out a woman
A man don’t have a chance

A woman sees a burglar
She beat him up in side the house
Then she screaming 
When she see a little mouse

I love a woman in Trinidad
She sweet like a Pomerac
But if a dog try to bite her
She going to bite it back

I love a woman in America
She’s in the military
If she find out bout the others
I know she will beat up me

And I love one in England
I visit her every year
We go to the pub
And drink some warm beer

A woman is an amazing creature
So full of surprise
You could sweet talk her all day
But don’t tell her any lies

I love a girl in Mexico
She like she food real spicy
But she sweet like a ripe mango
So that’s alright with me

There are women all over the world
And each has their style
So you really can’t blame
Some men for going wild

I have to end this poem
Riad taking me to maracas beach
See women buying bake and shark
So I give my cell number to each

Women have to understand
They have so much beauty in them
So if a man tries to love only one
Them he will have a big problem


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That Angel Smells Like Lotus Flowers

I know not her name, 
But I can trace her by scent, 
She has driven me into a smell-at-them game, 
And am attracted to her a hundred percent, 

Stronger than my very own Chase, 
But am unable to keep the pace, 
The scent, be it expensive, I'll buy on higher purchase, 
I just want a glimpse of her face, 

Is she a material girl in a material world? 
Who taught her to smell so sweet? 
Whatever the case I'll buy her the world, 
And place it beneath her feet, 

I spoke with the wind to reverse her scent, 
And I followed it to a mansion so beautiful, 
It is here that I'll pitch my tent, 
Till I see this angel that converted me to a beauty fool, 

Alas! A master piece, 
If she isn't a runaway angel from heaven, 
Then God must have really been at peace, 
And created her in days more that seven, 

Introduce myself I shall, 
Even if its only for a while, 
Am Leonardo da vinci, please Monalisa smile, 
But she disappears behind that great wall, 


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A Vision of Light

A captured heart with the warmth of a beautiful smile, meeting you from the start viewing 
you as God’s work of human art.
 
The softest word sounds an angel’s voice, making me feel him in my heart in knowing you I 
rejoice. 

A God fearing woman you live by the word, and every once in a while you flip someone the 
bird. 

Young and beautiful you are a vision from afar kind and helpful in mind all men look and say 
you are fine. 

God has blessed you in a feminine role, all women you are in one vision my heart you stole. 
Smooth golden brown skin, Nubian brilliance in color sweet as the berries in the trees that 
hover. 

Picking ripe fruit tasting it and enjoying its nectar, your love to me would be excellent it will 
never fester. 

	In the vision I see you encompass all women to me…	
				
						
James C Bryant Jr.
						
July 15, 2010


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THOUGHT

looking into your eyes..
gathering all the shades of emotions,
and wondering.....
(how many gods exist???)
__________
Elyas, Nov 2013


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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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I Don't Waste My Time With a Phony Baloney

If I care for a woman, but she doesn’t care for me, I will just get up and not hesitate to flee. I will not waste my time with such a phony baloney. A relationship only works when there is mutual interest. She has to meet me halfway; or I’ll cross her off my list. Even if she is the personification of Venus, she won’t be missed. I have nothing to worry about if the woman I’m with is wrong. Just like buses and trains on schedule, another one will come along.


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The real beauty's No

The real beauty's "No" 
does not offend, you know.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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Loves The Dead

Loves the Dead


My mother loves the
dead she has a curious
fascination with the
dead.

She loves to attend
the funerals of
family members
and even strangers.

My mother is the
first person to call 
and talk endless
about the dead.

Does not matter if
she does not know
these dead people
but she cries tears
of sorrow as if she
does.

If she could be
hired at wakes as a
professional mourner
she would be a
millionaire because
she is very
convincing.

But at the family
funerals she is very
animated. 
My mother is the one
to watch because she says
that she is going to
jump in the coffins of
this cousin or that
aunt or that 
brother-in law or
sister.

My mother loves to
watch the local news
programs for news about the
dearly departed and
then she makes arrangement to
attend the funerals.

Once she took three
Septa buses to attend the funeral
of a little girl who died across
town in North Philly.

Another time she
attended the funeral
of a house itself.
She heard about a
run-down house that
was to be eulogized
and given a funeral
by local community
activists. 
She said the food
was delicious

She is known for doing the hair of
the dead in the family.
I wondered if my
mother missed her
calling by not
working in the
industry.

My mother just loves
the dead she is very
emotional when a
family member dies.
My sister drives her
to the hospital or
the funeral home
because she must
view the dead body. 
She said they look
like they are
asleep.

My mother loves to
talk about the dead 
with one exception
that of her own
mothers’ who died young and
left my mother behind
with her own six children.

Recently with loses
in the family.
My mother is re-living her
mother’s death. 
The wooden brown
coffin and the blue
night gown
and matching blue
shoes and the
painted on red lip
stick.







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Doe

She scurries through
the forest, moving
here and there

Providing food and
shelter for her fawns
showing them she cares

A while ago
the father left,
upped and disappeared

And now the mother
does both jobs; a
doe, a female deer

Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994


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True love



I love you more than all you know
I love you more than all prayers best peace or food to eat
I love you more than sunlight more even than flesh or joy
I love you more than just one more day of life given
I love you I love you more than God


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Heartbeat

All hail thy – sweet – small – courtesies of life.
For smooth do they make the road of it.
Grace and beauty – they cut so deep not unlike a knife -
They beg all inclinations toward love at first sight.
Yes, ‘tis those courtesies which let the stranger in.
And those tones and mannerisms, they too have a meaning.

Oh - ‘tis a blessed thing,
One for which I could lose myself
To the honor of my aching.
I fear a heart which bears all to itself.
Oh yes, open – ‘lest it shut it all out.
So I ask, “Are not my eyes the scout
For which my heart journeys?
That vision, is it not flowing through my arteries
Bringing my heartbeat’s rhythm in tune?
Oh, let that beat be mine none too soon.”

With that said, she laid out her arm in front of me.
Taking hold of her fingers in my one hand, I aptly
Apply two fingers of my other hand to her wrist -
Firmly - and begin counting her heart's throb.
“One – two – three – four,” counting out aloud
Measuring each heartbeat as it happens –
Hoping to find the art of her fever.
I close my eyes as I continue to count – thinking –
There is no occupation in the world comparable
To feeling a woman’s pulse.
And when I had counted to twenty five
I looked up into her eyes and
At that instant I felt her pulse quicken.
She clutched my fingers tighter in the one hand
While pressing the wrist of her other hand
Harder into my account.

Is it possible for two to become one bone and flesh?
If that is true, what is everything else to become?
Sometimes yours while at other times the other has it?
All the while to be generally on par tallying up the score
As each of us permit the other to share in ourselves –
At least in as much as a man and a woman need to.
Not unlike a bag full of pebbles which started out jagged
And rough, with very little gleam.
Only ‘tis after being years in the bag together
Do the stones, having had many amicable collisions
Wearing down their angles and edges, do they
Become well rounded and smooth with the brilliance
Of their combined luster.
Nothing to either could have ever been
Accomplished alone.

She looks back into my eyes as she presses her wrist into me
and asks,
“How does it beat with you?”
Placing her hand on my neck I say,
“Feel for yourself -
‘Tis an improvement –
‘Tis my evidence.”


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Newsprint Melodium

Yiu can walk a mile in a mirror stance and 
never feelyour own re reflection. Your glaze gaze
bends on invisibility--a certain humor
crosseyed cleverly cleared like the rooms in the 
Winchester House or a traffic jamitis through
 the Mac maze at sundown. Feel ferr to co caress
your tired instep and take a loud load off
hope for that new impact that will tell 
 the torrid tale page by page compact dutiful
but united in a duffle bag born of poise
pronounced zipper closed but not finger 
forgotten-A minor standing at the Bebop
wishing well cool crammed
with apast B&W luxuries like a passed used
kleenix round for loose nose hits--picture 
frame elements often snotconceived, but
always matted for ignoi insignificance. Like 
clean tree pages waiting to be messed by
someone's illict penmanship, dry but butt bold, 
promising but hiding those grammar grabber
glib gratuaties in hopes of a chance for a fat
freeload advance and a creamy handshake which will 
sale set the ass o nine critics on their 
Keep pseudo salient the echo encrusted 
think thoughts you columinize- like a pants
pair without the cute cuffs--hope your midsection
is in tune with the public bulge extroadinarre.
Simple times, simple terme, simple thoughts
simple solutions knowtellseefree for all course
bookings on a thorny stitch stage- pious prowess
butt ugly unique paychecks pay roll a sham stabbing 
sliky slander most of the toime home prompt
legal-though low-some in in intent and
dubious dime parlor dance demeanor. Customize, cannonize that cowper's
culprit calamatious catastrophic claim. WTF?


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i will always be your man

                                            I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR MAN
LOOKING INTO HER EYES,
EYEBALL TO EYEBALL,
HER SMILE BLINK LIKE A NEW DIAMOND,
HER LOOK MAKES ME FEEL LIKE THE LUCKIEST GUY ON PLANET EARTH,


SHE LIKE TO HOLD ME,
WHEN SHE NEED SOMEONE TO HOLD,
WE BOTH TEAR AND REPAIR OUR HEARTS IN LOVE TOGETHER,
SHE NEVER CALLS ME BY MY NAME,
BABY, BABY, BABY ON HER LIPS,
ALL THE TIME,



I FELL IN LOVE WITH HER SENCE OF HUMOUR,
THAT! DRIVES ME ON HIGH MOON,
LOOKING INTO HER EYES,
I CAN SEE MANTAIN RISE,


EYEBALL TO EYEBALL I SWEAR,
AS LONG AS I BREATH
I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR MAN.


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To Her, From Me

You’re such a beauty and always willing
Your gaze itself is oh so giving
Without a mask you came to see
What rightfully would and should always be

And here we stand our fingers locked
How can the world look on so shocked?
To know that you found happiness
Wouldn’t you know, it’s priceless.


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tru love

    Tru love 

Some women think its all about getting hurt
Babe think of the we had exerted.
You always think about the bad and the ugly 
When girl this whole time u always thought u was lonely
Tru love is when u sit there and lay and talk about feelings they say 
But tru love these days is being left out astray 
Women are delicate 
And needed to b treated with proper educate
tru love at its finest will never break apart.
Some is complicated as some abstract art 
But when its only 1 sided  
You doing your part u must be miss guided? 
This goes for men and females don’t think ur always alone 
When ur tru love will always come back home.
Some women correction males too make tru love brew.. 


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the guitar loving women this one has music for it too

THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN
D EM
THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN WRAPPED UP IN THE ARMS OF A SONG FOR

A 
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SHE KNOWS THE MUSIC WONT HURT HER LIKE THE MAN THAT'S DONE 

D 
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HER WRONG THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN WILL LET THE MUSIC LIGHT HER

A 
G
WAY WITH SONGS OF PEACE AND HAPPINESS TO FORGET THE TEARS OF 

D G 
D 
YESTERDAY FORGET THE TEARS OF YESTERDAY 

EM A
THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN HER SKINS AS SOFT AS THE SKY HER EYES 

G D
THEY SHINE LIKE DIAMONDS THAT SOOTHE LIKE A LULABY HER 

EM A
TEARS ARE SWEET AS HONEY FROM BLOSSOMS DEVINE HER SMILE WILL 

G 
D G D
WARM YOU LIKE A RAY OF SUNSHINE LIKE A RAY OF SUNSHINE

G D 
G D G
THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN SINGS A SOFT MELODY THE GUITAR LOVING 
D A G 
D A G D
WOMEN DREAMS OF LOVE AND DESTINY DREAMS OF LOVE AND DESTINY
A D
THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN

EM

THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN DREAMS OF LOVE SHE DOESN'T KNOW BUT

A 
G D
SHE HEARS ALL ABOUT IT WHEN SHE TALKS TO A RAINBOW SHE HEARS

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THAT LOVE WILL FIND YOU WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT AND THAT YOULL 

G D G D
STEP OUT OF THE DARKNESS AND INTO LOVES LIGHT INTO LOVES LIGHT

A G D A 
G D
THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN

G D 
G D G
THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN SINGS A SOFT MELODY THE GUITAR LOVING 
D A G 
D A G D
WOMEN DREAMS OF LOVE AND DESTINY DREAMS OF LOVE AND DESTINY
A D
THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN
©copyrighted by
Penny Lapsley, John Beedle, jerry spalding 


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Russian Women

Some beautiful Russian women come from very selective stock. These fine ladies can live between Murmansk and Vladivostok. They can come from cities like St. Petersburg or Moscow. Anywhere in Russia, they make it over here somehow. Most men think those Russian women are so sweet. They are sweethearts I would drop everything to meet. At anytime, their presence causes such a marvelous sensation. They are greeted with open arms in this nation. Will you get them quickly through customs and immigration?


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Why the dogwood tree grows

Why the dogwood tree grows.

In the middle of a vacant filed stands a grand dogwood tree where the  crows gather daily. People flock far and wide just to gaze at its majestic stature and overwhelming beauty wondering silently amongst themselves, “How this tree came to be.”

Shrouded in secrecy lays the scattered bones of a dead man. 

His hands rest against his thighs, his head turned upright as his soil filled eyes gaze upward awaiting the warm glow of the sun that sadly never comes.

The man laid to rest beneath the black dirt over time had long been forgotten, he no longer had a name, no home, or even a family of his own. Just the loving roots he had been encased in long ago.

But how this event came to be only three could say.
The women, the murder, and the forever silent dogwood tree.

The restless bones belonged to a man, a young man who had fallen in love and courted another mans betrothed. The women cared for the simple gardening man and the many trees his nimble fingers tended but her fiance was a jealous chap with rage to match.
And upon one final night after witnessing their true loves kiss the grief stricken cohort stuck the man down with his rusted pick axe and banished the gardener to his hand dug grave, placing his lifeless corpse in a vacant filed in which no one came. But what the enraged man didn’t foresee was the seed of a dogwood tree.
It fell from the deceased pocket and grew from the gardeners heart.

Year after year the tree budded magnificent flowers each possessing a hint of red staining their petals.

People marveled in its splendor gazing at the unique tree, gasping in awe and glee, but for one women its beauty agonized her for its existence was a constant reminder that no justice, nor revenge could ever be won for her simple gardening man.

And as the roots steamed onward feeling the caressing flow of a spring wind on its crimson petals the mans chest flooded with air and his dry, frail skeleton once more exuded life; 

And  as she eyed the swaying branches his memory suddenly came to life.
He was the air the tree inhaled, the nutrients it desperately needed to grow, and the reason it thrived.

Even in death he had the gardeners touch.

Her wrinkled face light up with love and for the first time in fifty years she smiled in happiness thinking to herself.

“That is why the dog wood tree grows, its out of love for my dead mans bones.”




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life lesson

She searches and looks for Mr. right
A strong man, a shining knight
Looking and searching for someone to hold her close
To comfort her when she needs it most
-
Approached by a man with no one else on his mind
He believes she's a woman worth all his time
To be there, whenever she needs a hand
Together against the world they stand
 
His mind is full of images like this
He wants to be her king, surround her with love and bliss
For when he is around her, strange feelings are amiss
And an almost pain catches him , as his heart seems to miss
-
She watches him approach, disapproving of his love
He's missing something, or dislikes what he does
Without giving him a chance, she turns him down
In search for a man, with a "real crown"
-
With a broken heart, and a damaged pride
The man still believes she's Mrs. Right
But he knows there's something he doesn't have
He watches her, a faint hope in his sight
 
He adjusts his approach and tries once again
To be more to her then just a friend
"For me to be hers and her to be mine"
To be together for as long as time
-
She rejects him once again
She wants love, but not from him
instead she falls for someone else
And then cries about how this other person made her felt
 
She doesn't realize the devotion of his love
That just maybe, this the one sent from above
-
He walks off, broken once again
Pride destroyed, and heart barely beating
With slightly less respect for women
He forces himself to try again


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I SEE HER,Love at First Sight

I SEE HER. . . .
Her beauty unbound by chains of lust, or self pitty. Her skin irreproachable, perfect, sound, unblemished, unbroken, undamaged, unimpaired. Her eyes carry the depth of the green sea, and when they look into yours they show you the man you could be, the man that you want to be .Just so you can be that man for her. She carry’s herself with an essence of independence, and a legacy long sustained by strong beautiful women. Her lips in a peculiar shape like that of a heart. . .wait it’s my heart i see bestowed in the shape of her lips. I realize my ambition to define the fine fabrics in which her brain is weaved. Her simple glare turns me into the submissive man vie only dreamed of becoming, for this means that I can complete the act of giving her what can be given back my, undivided, complete diligent love. As time goes by. . . She and I have been together for some time and I realize her beautify is unaffected by time her eyes stay bright, and luminous enough to put the sun to shame. Her skin never grown old for I always see her as the Angel she is..Back to reality. . . “Bro! “ i look up and see an old friend  of mine wait, no a current friend of mine,, my body’s numb to the touch my legs erratically tremble below me I look around and see my youth, I look. My boy looking me in the eye like I was crazy. “You good, dawg?”. . . “was it all a dream?. . . i look up lost in a world without love nor compassion, and I . . . see her? My boy was asking me what’s wrong but I dashed forward to see her . . . I meet eyes with the angelic green eyes of the women I’ve been in love with my whole life and as our eyes meet I come to reality. The women I have fell in love with and spent with my whole life. . . I’ve never seen before tonight.	
				Love at first sight,
					William mosby 3rd 


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Mom I'm Pregnant

“Mom….   I’m Pregnant!”


From the time I held my baby 
in my arms…
I made a vow to “protect her from all harm.”

She was indeed a wonderful bundle of joy…
And during her life, has been a gift for us to enjoy.

She's been  the focus of much of our attention,
Trying to provide for her 
“timely” correction.

As a father, many thoughts entered my mind…
I wanted to be attentive to her, 
patient and kind.

As she's gone through 
her teenage years…
I thought of what perhaps is a parent’s #1 “fear.”

Then one day... “Mom I’m pregnant” were spoken...
At first, my heart was sad and “broken.”

“I didn’t raise her to be “crazy and wild…”
“How could this happen to a wonderful child?”

I realized that in spite of everything
 parent’s will do.
There’s no telling what their 
children will put them through.

I gave her a hug and all of the
 support  I could give…
Everything she’s been through…
 God will forgive!

With all that has happened in her life…
One day she’ll make someone a wonderful wife!

Dear Lord, please help my daugher to see...
How precious she is to her mother and me!




Entered in the contest; "Mom I'm Pregnant!"
Sponsored by Gwendolen Rix

Key findings
National levels and trends
• In 2006, 750,000 women younger than 20 became pregnant. The pregnancy rate 
was 71.5 pregnancies per 1,000 women aged 15–19.


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How Do You Know She Loves You

If she says “I love you”, on the roller coaster
Moments after she saw you
Soil your shirt
She loves you.

If you find yourself at a karaoke bar
And she insists on singing a duet,
Then she picks ‘Just You and I’
But insists on singing the Eddie Rabbitt part
And when it is over, says,
“Let’s have a big hand for Crystal Gayle”
While pointing to you, and
She gives you a high-five,
She loves you.

If she dances with your friends
Without looking at you,
She loves you.

If she hides your shoes
Because you are late for work,
Then makes you hunt for them,
And watches you grow angrier,
Before she goes to the stove
Flips it open to reveal the shoes,
Laughing as you lace them with a scowl,
She loves you.

If she calls you later in the afternoon
Just to ask
“How are those shoes working out for you?”
She loves you.

If she wants you to see her
Playing with babies,
Showing you expressions
That ask your opinion,
She loves you.

After she has seen your worst,
Whether it be drunk or foolish
Or both,
If she waits a month or so
Before telling your friends,
She loves you.

If she never tells her friends,
She loves you a lot.

If she ever screams the words,
“I hate you!” at you,
She loves you.
Or, she once did.

If you try to get even for the shoes
And hide something of hers,
And of course she finds it,
When she looks at you
With eyes that hold no pity,

And says, “I love you.”
She loves you.

If she really loves you,
There is no way you could not know.
You will wake up to find her staring at you,
Enter a room to find her smelling your shirt.
She will call at any hour, “just to talk,”
She will laugh with you when your jokes are funny,
Or at you when they are not.
If she look past all of your faults
And keeps looking,
She loves you.

If she tells you, how she misses her mom,
Or how much she regrets fights with her brother,
She loves you.

If she tells you what you need to hear
Instead of what you want to hear,
She not only loves you,
She respects you.


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Rewrite

Rewrite
You have been broken down to believe you deserve no better
But you do and you forgot so now I write this letter
The strings were cut free to be the woman you know you are
Fear the secret tether keeping you from going too far
The game replayed and still you chose to be the willing fool
Knowingly a pawn knowing they will break the rule
You strove to rekindle your flame to reclaim your soul’s fire
Don’t deny yourself the respect or deny the desire
That familiar face in the mirror longs to understand the why
Love should bring you a smile not more tears to cry
Cast away self doubt and that lingering fear of the unknown
Left to the dark the flower would have never grown
Revel in your strengths as you relish what keeps you smitten
Freed from page your story’s end is yet to be written
Drakavai2013


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Orchrds of my love

Give the Woman,
Her feeling of safe
And
She will bloom
And
She will shine
Like orchards of Canary
-1-
Seeded in me the life
Mother
Inspiration of her
Her dream
She handed me life
Inherited with blood
The legacy
Of her
The love of her
To son
-2-
Woman picked her passion
Her pride for me
And she wrapped a bouquet of love
For me
Resolution of her
her love
She gave me
Hope and faith
And I became
Her love
And she became
A mirror for me in life
And she drapes over me her grace
bounty
Of heaven to me

-3-
The Woman with all
her
Femininity
Her beauty
And humanity
She handed me a rose
And I became a poet
Of her


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My Pussy

 



 What a pussy is my pussy cat
 soft, silky, shiny n delicate
 touching her makes me feel
 mouth-melting goody chocolate

  she would purr, turn and mew
  warming herself up and me
  she wags her tail up up and down
  like a waggling kite flying free
 
 she would push and rub my hand
  when i gently scratch  her back
  i would poke her erect ears
  her smooth contour i would track
 
  Her claws are hellish  razor sharp
  but she'd never swipe at me
  she and i share  innocent love
 together we play with joy and  glee.
 
when i hold  the pussy in my lap
I could clearly feel her heart beat
her throbbings are like a virgin bride
 her bloom would feel  like gossamer treat.

By mazhur


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A Woman Scorned

There's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorn. Every woman will have known that they
will have been lied to, cheated on, and deceived by their husbands/boyfriends and will
have driven them over the edge. It seems that these men (the boyfriends/husbands) have
been taking these women (the girlfriends/wives) and what they've done for them for granted
and it's not right. It also seems that these women are not good for the guys and the women
are angry about it. Some of the guys (the husbands/boyfriends) think that other women are
way more intelligent and way more attractive than their current wives/girlfriends,
especially when these men are having multiple affairs behind the backs of their women. A
woman's scorn means that all of the ladies have had enough of being lied to, cheated on,
and being belittled by a bunch of womanizing jerks, that includes the loser boyfriends.
And for a bunch of women scorned by infidelities and lies, there's such thing as bad
karma. What these bad guys did to their women will happen to them in the near future, and
when they pass on, these womanizing fiends will meet their judgment day and God will
punish them for all of the misdeeds they've done. The men may lie to their women and they
may lie to their family members, that will have included their parents, but they can't lie
to Him. He sees everything that's going on, and the men (husbands/boyfriends) are going to
pay for what they did to their women (wives/girlfriends). And like the saying goes:
"there's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorned." These men better be really careful
around these women because if they take them for granted, there's going to be heck to pay.


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The journeys end Adventure over your friend December 9th 11th 2007



December 9th / 11th 2007

The journeys end.
Adventure over - your friend.

A million, hard fought, light years.
A thousand arduous life times
 have I travelled to tough you –
to reach in and passionately kiss your soul –
to dance in sun light, in moon beams with your spirit.

Not to be – blinded, I can not see –
feet bound tightly, shackled are my hands,
caged is my heart as it sinks into quicksand’s,
played by time’s ever moving bands
of light, denying that I am the man
to love you – I never can,
for this beauty I so desire, want to love
with all the love from within – from above,
only, out the door she wants to shove.

I do love you so, this I do know.
there is nothing, it seems I can show
you, prove to you, - must I let you go ?

B. J. “A” 2
December 9th 2007

A desire to love.
A need to be loved.

My Lovely – how deep have I tried to reach in ?,
to walk, hand in hand with your soul, your spirit.
Flakes of, have I seen, have I felt – what a sin !,
that nothing more will you give to me – that I fit,
not into your dream of things, scheme of things.

Your desires, your dreams, your expectation brings
nothing, brings little to me, but heart ache, 
leaving me to think – has everything been just a flake ?,
an illusion ?, have I been living in a state of delusion ?
I do not know, I can not say, for a state of confusion 

has permeated my days for the past two years,
leaving me to see, to feel, to know all these fears
that haunt my day dreams and fill my nightmares
and in the end, who gives a dam,?, who cares ?

These are the thoughts I live with my Dear,
And I do know, that they – you do not want o hear,
so upon these pages they lay, to remain here ?

B. J. “A” 2
December 10th 2007


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Six Months In

I AM

Six Months into learning of your betrayal

Six Months into learning of your lying

Six Months into looking at every infidelity website

Six months of looking for clues of 

WHO YOU ARE

Six months into learning about me

Six months into finding me lying to me

Six months of looking at every self help website

Six months of looking for clues of

WHO I AM

Six months of learning to be US

Six months of still not TRUSTING

Six months of trying to communicate

Six months of looking for clues of

WHO WE ARE.


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The Seldom Way We Walk

The Seldom way we walk
 
We walk upon a fine line of care 
Of put myself out there and clinging to my share
, of like me like you, and love all living things
because they have feelings too
True?
That women hold us gently from the depths of their souls
and men reach out and touch our souls softly
That everything we feel is what we feel for those
They know its what I've chose
That it all comes from within
That when we tell , men and women that they are great and and they are good
With conviction we say that  are words are to be  believed
Because all we want to do is to give and to recieve
 
Once someone has totally invested in us
With faith in ourselves and in Jesus a strong belief we release back into the world the love 
and care they have shown us 
We pray along with hope that those who have loved us shall be loved and cared about in 
return
and whats left is a little bit of fear that we use to patrol us not hurt ourseles or any other 
living being


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Head Over Heels

I only like the young ones the beautiful and tall brunettes or redheads, or bleach blonde Barbie doll head over heels in love again spin into a daze ‘cause we got different ways I only like the young ones, the beautiful and tall if they’ve got it together, for sure I will fall head over heels in love again always fall apart with my broken heart I only like the young ones the beautiful and tall the fool never sees the writing on the wall head over heels in love again turned all around true love never found


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No Love Chemistry

I felt like you were the one for me,
As you said there is no chemistry between us.
Now I have to dig deep to find the right love for me,
I went from having high hope with you to no chance.
I still value you as a person,
But now I have no romantic feelings for you. 
I find it hard that you say there is no love chemistry between us. 


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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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Original of the Doc wearing fist cuffing angels

Baby don't walk away
It's true that the beginning is better than the end
Please hold that smile somewhere in your heart

I will give you everything that you need
Except all that you are and will be
Cause you are the first one of your kind

And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
And I want nothing else tonight

Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it

Somethings you shouldn't have to do alone
Like sleeping, waking and eating
Some people got way too much on their plate

I would give you everything that you need
Except all that you are and will be
Cause you are the first one of your kind

And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
And I want nothing else tonight

Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it
You'll never be alone, no
So sugar come on show us those soles
You've been wearing out when you collect the toll

Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it
Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it

And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
The whole of what you got, the whole of what you got


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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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Prized Paradise

Word from dream, the act of becoming, then woman
From Eve to Anat, the rib dribbled on the sand
Love and worship from dust of conviction life's promise claimed
And we from altar to grave turned, wounded and maimed
What is left but the pouring of desire, the moon
Exciting the fragile heart, the grateful ruin.

I have seen the Greek King's eyes Helen strucked and sad
Heard blind Samson cried, and for death saw he was glad
It was God first who made metaphor of the race
And put upon the world a woman's charm and face
So all men somewhere because of women shall die
Hence worship too appeases terror from the eye.

Leave them alone, leave them alone, our texts and dreams
The pondering and plunder of blind mythic schemes
Read here curving like hip of mountain, sweet as lips
The fountain of history where the gospel drips
The triumvirate of pagans, the fawn led trek
The safe sundering tree, and God's wounded love dissect

I have felt the deep core yearning for her embrace
Have longed to feel the white moon suckle on my face
Have groaned through nights like deserts melting the wax pore
And you cannot stain my desire with stigmaed whore
It is not a fertility cult that I chase
But a command to bring forth he designed in place

Some doctrine new this shame to replenish the garden
And make countless the numbers on shores of heaven
This other gospel enthralled a pagan race, tempt
Their women abdicate role and place, none exempt
Now, the tarnishing is done, I come not nude then
Who call her first mother, and sister, wife and friend 

I bring no flowers for denial, since I drain
Dregs of human longing and sleep in webs of pain
Mother Mary too knew she bore her God to die
On her cross for sins she had since Eve had supply
Diminishless, O but not the pant and shudder
Not the ecstacy that feeds the mythic fodder

Astarte who grind day to crimson  terminus
And led light frazzled  the rebellion of dust
Unwombed no eggs, her virgins dry as furnaced stones
Kept all posterity in their shivering bones
To taste the pleasure and not the pain, not my will
For all who love cannot regret again the thrill

Let pagan kingdoms twist earth's history, I wait
The coming of the moon unwrapped from clouds, the late
Swelling of tides, and vigour of blood, proof of joy
For nothing else compensates our purpose and coy
Inheritance of the earth. Only in women's eyes
I find, some semblance of the promised, prized paradise


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Something In The Bleak Distance

There's Something in the bleak distance
Is it a rose?
Is it a tulip?
Is it the bouquet I bought for you that night?
That night I made up for the other few fights?
Or is it the handful of the meek and great meadow.
At where I called you my lady and you called me your fellow.

There's Something afar within the midst of the clouds
Is it your love?
Is it your scent?
Is it the kiss that kept flying further away?
The same kiss at which we first shared at the bay?
Or is it that the sweet and feminine scent you carried each date.
Each date that meant life, and life that meant soulmates.

There's Something creeping away, faintly, and slowly
Is it you, my love?
Is it you, my mate?
Is it the same women that said, I Do?
I Do for all eternity, the same I did for you?
Or is it the same women I met on Soulmate's Find.
The same internet site we caught each other inside.

There's Something in the bleak distance
Something that used to be near and with me everywhere
Are you leaving me, my love?
My love - Are you still there?


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Modus Ponens in Love

If Penelope
then Quirine.
Quirine
is dead.
Penelope;
I will love
for fear of being
illogical.


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Ale and love

If there's not enough ale 
all attempts to love fail.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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Eulogy to all women in the world

To all women in the world
You are the true love of heavenly sublimity

Born in beautiful form
Trusted to deliver a life
Blessed with genuine heart
Encouraged with suave mind
You are SOFT; SMART and STRONG

Won’t be easily tempted
Won’t battle with gloom or grief
Won’t get trapped in anger
Because of faith is their armor
And commonsense is their mentor

We can be so melancholy 
So frail and easily broken
But in love we trust 
And live for love, we all must

Be the mountain of love
Be the home when others got scared
Be the entertainer when others turned sad
Be the compass when others got lost
Be the fire when your dignity attacked  
Be in front of the line when equality being disturbed 
Be the justice and don’t give prejudice
Be the truth not the evil
Be as true not the lie
Be beauty from the inside
To all women in the world
We love you


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To His Mother

2.03.09

Two women - 
Two women who've lost Him,
Lost Him once and for all.
You - through the pain of childbearing,
I - through cruelties of love...

Two women - 
Two women who've lost Him,
So close and yet so far apart -
So uncompromisingly different
With the very same pain in their hearts...

And even though I may not know You,
Before You I'd stand in deep awe -

You gave me true Hope, always precious -
You gave me the man that I love...


[Dedicated to the Mother of my still beloved A.K...]


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Words To Say

Saying I love you, means so many things
But the way i love you, isnt the same.
But My life is not the best and what u value isnt a contest...
If u want goodbyes then now i will part.
I know u cant express
The way u feel without every little detail from the rest.....
Do you think this will be the best?
Why not put it to the test????
You have more options then choosing me......
Your heart, soul, and mind is so free.
I do believe u will see the women who is your dream...
But that women shall not be me...
Because right now i am not set free.......


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BUT I KNOW!

They didn't admit it 
but I know what they saw. 
I know about every horror, 
I know about doubts and fears 
and also about their pleasures, 
their orgasms and their ecstasies 
that led them to the gates of infernal madness. 
An antithesis, I'd say, cruel agony full of candor. 
I know what they felt 
their essences, their insides 
I know them to the core. 
I know about their hands shaking 
and about the cold sensation in their stomachs. 
They are silent 
but I know what they talked about; 
flowers, seas, perfumes, 
balsams and table delicacies, 
smiles, strong colors, 
beating hearts and joy. 
About the newly born and about the "here lies," 
about huge storms 
and endless doldrums. 
All the heaven's angels and all their holy peace! 
I know more! 
I know about the loss of sleep, 
the hopes of autumn swept away. 
Blushing faces and sweaty hands 
messy beds, flaming bodies 
and abstractions described 
by their vain philosophy. 
I know about foggy eyes 
about panting breath, 
about laughing for no reason, 
floating humors 
changing the meaning 
of what made sense 
and of what had never made sense before. 
Blood running hot in the veins 
beautiful women looking ugly, 
ugly women looking beautiful, 
certainties and "who would say," 
the strong light of hanging oil lamps 
the weak light of their days, 
time eating candles, 
spiders weaving cobwebs 
and they falling into them. 
They never confessed 
but I know why they never disclosed 
the cruel candor of this intense agony, 
the eternal fire that cools every soul, 
what cannot be understood or explained, 
what provokes no fever but has no cure 
and what guides and what drives them all 
to that harsh and infernal door. 
An antithesis, I'd say, 
the peace of love and the hell of insanity! 



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Exotic Lands

Exotic Lands
by Lori Maria Walton

The day,
nurtured in the belly of a 
  fearless night
turns and is finally born
clinging to the soft arms of a 
  pretty morning

The sun, dozing on the 
heavy chest of exotic lands,
  rolls
and is now awakened,
plowing a submissive face 
  with golden hands

Play the bagpipes,
while the tea and the toast and
  freshly squeezed orange juice
seated spellbound
wait anxiously for the first touch
of honey lips

This day, as the morning 
waits on the table for the first
  touch of honey 
hands and golden lips prepare
to explore the shores of life

Blended melodies ring 
  in attentive hollows
beneath the sea of passion


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no it aint okay c j

JUST ANOTHER ANNOYANCE 
	



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no it ain't okay c.j.
    
i like playing games but this one ain't any phun
I love dancing, but the music is almost done
i like movies but not one so obscure
and this is one flick I care not to endure

checkers is cool but chess requires brains
i dig bowling but these are oftentimes crooked lanes
Monopoly is a challenge but not very hard
except I can't draw a single "get out of jail free" card
i like women who never makes me pained
and I don't buy her "I love you" because I know it's probably feigned
I like certain emotions but with surety not this one
and I like playing cowboys and Indians but not without a loaded gun
I dig women who are hot but this one is both hot and cold
i love sleeping next to a lady but not one I cannot hold
a lovely lady like her is too slinky to be held
and I like getting love letters but not when the letters are misspelled
this game is a shame and damn it's also a sham
So you'll simply have to do without me ma'am
I'd like people to know which one of us is to blame
and as I said, I like playing games but this one is a m****r f*****g shame
(c) 2011....free cee! Phreepoetree

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Of Winter, women and wonder

Snowflakes soft as silken down Deftly light on lashes long And hair of chestnut brown… Standing so close, breath mingling with mine My senses bewitched In her presence…like wine… Snowflakes thru naked limbs Nimbly wend their way And makes my mind swim On this cold Winter day… Fur collar turned up To frame lovely face Have I ne’er taken notice Of such enchanting grace Are women aware Of the power that they bear Of the awesome weapons Hid ‘neath brow and soft hair… Of amazing ability (tho’ with tender tranquility) That can muddle the mind With a doe-like steady stare… I find myself speechless In their presence at times When they but place their hand Blithely…to rest upon mine I’m chagrined to admit That my eyes cannot quit My gaze away from her face Her power enfolds me in awe Her smile holds me in thrall Framed by fur and by …snow fashioned lace…


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Why Women Are Complex

WHY WOMEN ARE COMPLEX
 
 
Women are emotional by nature , they like or love with all their might.When she likes or loves a guy, they do it with all their Breath. Here are things us guys are blind to or ignore:
 
 
She DREAMS of u
 
She WAKES UP for u
 
She looks forward to SEEING YOU
 
She picks a DRESS 4 u
 
She does her MAKE UP 4 u
 
She does her HAIR 4 u
 
She THINKS of u in everything she does 
 
She TALKS about u
 
At night, she CANT SLEEP because of you...
 
All it takes is simple COMPLIMENTS, u look lovely, I like ur hair, I like your dress etc, and she will sigh thinking how it was all worth it. HOLD HER HAND when she's insecure, HUG when she's wants attention and ROMANCE her when shes jealous! Women are hardwork, if you want your end of the bargain then make sure you do your part. If you do, sit back and watch how she will do anything because her heart is filled with happiness. 
 
Yeah they play games either to make you feel as SHE FEELS or she wants u to STEP UP or she wants to know WHAT YOU ARE REALLY ABOUT. At the end of the day, they have alot 2 to lose, physically or emotionally, but you gain a lot!
 
Learn not to take HER TOO SERIOUS, at times show a "FUN UNDERSTANDING  PATIENT" side and other times LET HER KNOW what you don't like with seriousness.  
 
Yes as a man u need 2 be FIRM or PRINCIPLED and draw a line but pride don't prove anything then cause a NEGATIVE REACTION (Two wrongs don't make a right).
 
Women are LIKE THE WEATHER, one day SUNNY, the next RAINY, the other COLD and the next its THUNDER. 
 
If u want constant sunshine, open ur eyez and be on your toes.
If it's rainy, get ur umbrella and sing a song.
If it's cold, cuddle and warm her up. 
If it's thundery, give the storm (her) some space. 
In the end, her love for you will calm her down.
 
CHOSE WHICH BATTLES YOU FIGHT, NOT ALL ARE FOUGHT THE SAME OR NEED FIGHTING AT ALLl!

Yeah she aint perfect, so ain't you, but she will take care of you perfectly if you PLAY YOUR CARDS RIGHT!Don't get mad if some next dude has ur woman, he did what you wasn't doing.
 
 
But to be fair NOT ALL WOMEN are angels, some are selfish and unappreciative. Am talking about good women. Choose which one is worth fighting for!
 
 BY HUSSEIN FARAH
Written 06/2011 (Edited 02/12/2012)


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Just Thinking Out Loud

Why is it that the most beautiful women within this her world
Have no breast or at best, are minimally endowed ? Have you ever noticed that ?
Surely as the most handsome men not that we truly care but, why are ninety percent
Perhaps a tad bit less yet still the same, why are they bald ? Just like their jocks compared
Unto his so called geeks and or nerds these tiny tad poles secretly envying his four eyed 
Book worms swing along Kong's tubular bong: you know what we mean ? It takes her
Cheer leaders baby girl ten years to finally catch up unto those daunting facts if only my
Momma would have shared truth's statistical relevance for example: body builders harbour
Festering fantasies enhanced by their lack there of cognitive or better crayon conscience
Awareness as unto why this phenomenon occurs at the height in competition where then they
Believe beyound an absolute doubt that she was never truly a man ?  Fighting these facts
He, she can no longer deny identity's subsequent battle ensues as many turn to theatre or
Politics racing through their city streets screaming at the sky and tell me, why, she'd rather
Cut her golden locks throw away the pumps just because her sister said that, her cheeks
Weren't perpendicular with her ear lobes ? Also, have you noticed how callous these palms ? A certain, scent.


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TO SLINKY C J WHO WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

JUST ANOTHER ANNOYANCE 
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DID YOU SEE JAY? (THERE ARE ONLY A SELECT FEW WHO GET THAT TITLE)
by free cee dec. 12, 2011 at 5:20am 
i like playing games but this one ain't any phun
I love dancing, but the music is almost done
i like movies but not one so obscure
and this is one flick I care not to endure

checkers is cool but chess requires brains
i dig bowling but these are oftentimes crooked lanes
Monopoly is a challenge but not very hard
except I can't draw a single "get out of jail free" card
i like women who never makes me pained
and I don't buy her "I love you" because I know it's probably feigned
I like certain emotions but with surety not this one
and I like playing cowboys and Indians but not with a loaded gun
I dig women who are hot but this one is both hot and cold
i love sleeping next to a lady but not one I cannot hold
a lovely lady like her is too slinky to be held
and I like getting love letters but not when the letters are misspelled
this game is a shame and damn it's also a sham
So you'll simply have to do without me ma'am
I'd like people to know which one of us is to blame
and as I said, I like playing games but this one is a m****r f*****g shame
(c) 2011....free cee! Phreepoetree
P.S.(and i really have no clue as to what she's up to yet and still C.J. steals my breath away, ah luvs ya honey from Tupelo)
	
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The Secret Pain

I chanced to see a story told
of pang upon a distant shore
a secret pain who's history old
and still practiced evermore
 
Within this land a maidens fate
is forced upon her knowingly
wherein old women eviserate
her private parts so secretly
 
Six thousand maids a day are there
whose injury upon inflicted
who will decry the secret bare
and shame to those convicted
 
The woe to women the world around
and this is not the only one
when at home can be found
everlasting silence of the tongue
 
Where young maids fair must beware
of their fathers and their uncles
and two thirds of maidens share
the fate beneath their buckles
 
In a land whose intellect
so often held on high
and morals supposed circumspect
who will with voice decry
 
And some chance with wicked glance
to lay blame upon the child
though to protect should be the stance
and the purpetrator reviled
 
Two thirds of men within this land
do not their children feed
It's divorced women who must stand
and fill their childrens need
 
How many children suffer fates
How many close their eyes
How many mothers and their mates
will with voice decry
 
How many voice in crimson rage
will seek with choice and mind engage
how many will seed anothers mind
that to voice they'll be not blind
 
Ex 22:22-24
Jer 22:2-3
James 1:27
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Valentine Advice

Flowers – pretty flowers
Some women love the thought
Ones that you might pick yourself
Or even ones you bought
But some women feel flowers
Too quickly fade and die
Then equate that to their love life
Check with her before you buy

And really how much candy
Should you really give someone
Enough to say “I love you”
And maybe get some clothes undone
But not so much she asks you flat
“Do you think these pants make my butt look fat?”
So if your loved one is prone
To ask that very question
Maybe you should drop the sweets
And take my next suggestion

Just tell her that you love her
No more – and God, no less
Tell her that of all you’ve known
She really tops the rest
Tell her that you’ll be there
Whenever she needs you
Be forthright and be honest
That’s all you really have to do
And if you can do it
From time to time
In sweetly worded
Metered rhyme
You’ll find that most girls
Just love a poet
It worked for me
And now you know it

Mdailey	2/13/12


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Big Bang

They ask me, “did she hurt you?” and all I can force myself to say is that she didn’t mean to. 
That hearts are mending in different ways and if I am not the way then that is not her fault. 
She follows a star much farther then mine but they shine just as bright. 
I once bought her a flower and told her that she shines so bright
 it would feed off her light but the flower died because my words
 are only fiction spilling off my tongue.
 And I didn’t mean to lie to her when I said that I would go to the moon and back,
 but I can’t afford a spaceship and she wouldn’t wait for me to come back.
 She was chasing that next pay check when I was just checking the weather
 to see if I could walk into the park with her hand.
 She was walking on the pavement in her summer dress and I,
 with my battered sweater and used jeans with a broken smile across my face
 walking aimlessly in the forrest. Or was time not by my side, when I told her
 that my heart was a falling star with her name on it and she was not ready
 to have that star falling into her space.
 When I tell you that she didn’t mean to,
 I mean to say that her heart wasn’t my matching puzzle piece.
 Her future is not in mine but I still tell her that she is the most beautiful
 creature I’ve seen until I see another one that passes me by.
 I don’t move with purpose, I don’t walk with swift feet to find anything,
 but to love and explore all I can. I didn’t lie when I told her she was the sun
 to my flower; She’s just not the big bang that made my star.


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I Stand Tall

Taken by the heart and crushed,
Emotions shattered, thoughts rushed.
Crippled by the love that was finally denied.
Riddled by the gunfire by a lover who lied.

Hurt and beaten down, yet I stand tall,
I shall never again be beaconed by a lovers call.
Revitalized by my own heart and soul,
I will be one with, Emotional control.

Bitter sweet memories of lovers past,
I shall never again mention when asked.
Powered by the will and passion in my heart,
I have begun anew and with the past I have part.

Beware, for I am beautiful and strong
And I shall never again be that lost love song.
Angels have united and fight for my cause,
I will never again be the woman that I was.

My dreams are my future, filled full, with love,
And I will get all that I have been dreaming of.
I will rejoice, be happy, and smile that smile,
Knowing that my love life is set, if only for a while.

©REB (Jan 2013) someone needs this MH


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Masculine Feminine

A starry blanket covers us,
The grass wet beneath our
Warm naked bodies.
Sweat covers us like dew,
And I can't help but fall
In love every time I see you.
When I look in your eyes
And feel your body meld,
Blend with my own,
I can't seem to let go.
We're like the sea,
Boiling and brewing.
A storm and a wave on the water,
So weak that I'm forced to
Crawl through the sand.
Together we're magical hats,
Hiding secrets with secrets,
Hiding whiteness with blackness.
A kiss on your lips leaves
Us both wanting so much more.
The night is young,
And I hold the key to the door
Of a magical room containing time.
Let's make love like never before,
Let's hold each other until the ravens
Croak at us nevermore.
You are my everything,
Wrapped against me under
A vast starry blanket.
Hope lies on the horizon,
Our future is tomorrow--
Put your body against mine,
Let's make love out of sorrow. 


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No, We Can't Be Friends!!!!

You say that I'm not a good wife, 
 but I supported you while you were in jail.
How can I not be a good wife, 
 when I stood by you when others would bail?

You know how to push my every button.
 How to make me doubt myself and get mad.
You're the fool who will never realize
 the loyal, forgiving, faithful wife you had.

Not many people will stand by a man, 
 who is an addict, has cheated and hit them.
I gave you a second chance with our marriage, 
 I was the fool who went out on a limb.

I never should have given you the first chance.
 You didn't deserve to have someone like me.
Not that I'm beautiful or glamorous, just normal.
 But you use women to get what you need.

You feed on women with low self esteem, 
 using your looks to get your foot in the door.
Well, I learned my lesson, though I love you, 
 You're a disgrace, and I deserve more.

I'm tired of you calling and playing your mind games.
 You say hurtful things that make me cry.
Why can't you leave me alone, do what you do best, 
 Go get drunk, screw some skank and get high!

I don't want you in my life anymore, 
 No, we can't be friends and stay in touch!
You can't make amends for what you've done, 
 Its over, you've put me through way too much!

You'll never change, so why would I want
 to even think of giving you another chance?
I did my time, I'm done, its over, Good-bye, 
 It didn't work for us, I'm no longer in your trance!

Just sign the papers, for once be a man
 and do as I ask, I've given you enough of my time.
Go back to how you were when we met, using women,
 not wanting to work, doing drugs and your life of crime.


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Love Transcendent

It was high on Mount Olympus 
I first gazed upon my love
Although She lived below
I observed her from above

Back then it wasn't fitting
For those who live in grace
To fall in love with those 
Born of the human race

But, she captivated me
So, one night I left my lair
And I traveled down to earth
To touch her face and stroke her hair

Her lips were lush and supple 
As she lied there in my arms
She yielded to my Passion
While I surrendered to her charm 

It seemed as time stood still
While I began to swoon
For She looked at me like Venus
As we made love on the moon

And with Apollo's morning light
A whole new life for me began
For She became my Goddess, 
And I became her Man


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Women

Women
Women
You’ll come
By day
Or at
Night, Lord!
On your toes
On a
Horse 
Or on
Foot.

Naked 
You’ll come 
Wearing
A light 
Short dress
Soaked to
The skin.

I’ll sing
Sing soft
Long lost
Lullabies
And poems
Of Leaves
Of Grass.

Women
You’ll come
At night
With the
Soothing
Big thighs
The light
Or the
Sour lies
Inside.

Away
They’ll take
Sorrow
And light
Tomorrow.

Women
I’ll sing
Sing you
Soft light
Long lost
Lullabies.

Ydé 1999


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kids

Day after day I ask my self why
Do women have more rights to children then guys
I am good father and she cheated on me
But thats not what the courts ever will see
Thousands and thousands I spend for the fight
Trying to get my kids and do what I feel is right
I am the one who they call with there sorrow
And there mom changes plans from today to tomorrow
She uses my kids as a bargaining chip
To milk money from me..dam she makes me sick
Like children to her are just pawns in her game
Tools to dangle and drive me insane
I gave her the house and the cars and the cash
I earned them all but to me its just trash
The one thing money will never buy is the love of a child
But in Florida the courts favor mothers and it drives me wild
I worked so hard to build a good life for them
To be more then a father to be there best friend
So many fathers give up and walk out
Well I never knew what that was all about
I thought to my self how could they just leave there kids
But in a divorce its not about love its about bids
Well how much money will it take to see my kids today
Two or three grand to get them on a holiday
Some women dont realize how bad this hurts the kids
When they are nothing to you except an item for bids


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The Kings Three Sons Part 2

The eldest of the sons came first. He was large; as tall as a bear on its hind legs, and FAT. His chin was not one or two, but three! His stomach hung so far down, it took four servants to keep it above the ground. "My King," he barked out in a manner rather rude, "What has so much importance that you drag me from my table of food?" "Surely," the King said, looking his oldest son up and down, ‘you can afford to miss a meal or four." With a squeal the eldest son turned red. "As you know," the King spoke out, "I have not much time as King anymore, tell me what your plans are, if this future was bestowed on you?’" With a smile that covered his face in a pudgy haze, the eldest son spoke. "The army has grown tired of sitting around. They bother me constantly with boring sounds. The prisoners they usually torture, have rotted away, leaving only bones, not even the hounds will eat." "The land is filled with peace, my son, how can that be a bad thing?" "Because," the eldest when on, ‘they are bored and will not want to fight for us when peace breaks down to war."
"And what would you have them do?" "Send them out. They have free range with in the land. Have them take the food that is ours, and bring it back from me to enjoy." "So, you will have your people starve?" "They are not my people, but yours." With anger, the King said, "My son, I love you as much as any King could love a son, but I love my people more, and thus, I can not make King." With anger, the eldest son raised a chubby fist, and spat out, "When you die, old man,I will have your throne. I will have all the crops and meats and cheeses your people make, inside my stomach! And when I eat all their food, I'll eat their children too!" Storming off with his servants, hurrying ahead, trying to keep his girth from tripping his feet. Saddened, the King called forth his second son. The King's second son was thin and tall with women all around. "My King," the second son spoke, "what is so important that you must drag me from the women I keep?" "My son,"


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Superior Man

Other men wonder how I make women mesmerize
Bigger than most men similar to football player size
I begin to share my secret and they still don’t realize
It’s my pleasant desirable qualities
To her liking
Suited to her end or purpose
Having the ability to treat her well
Indicative of future success 
Or full of promise to stay by her side
Throughout the good and bad times
The guys say “who do you think you are?”
I’m a man
A superior man
That’s me

When I see a woman struggling with groceries from a far
I’ll walk to her, and carry her groceries to her car
Sometimes when she wakes
I’ll have breakfast cooked for her so she won’t be late
I’m there when she needs for me to caress and hold
Even when I’m hot because I know she’s cold
I make it an oath to cater to her in every way
Write her poetry and send roses on any given day
On days that she’s sad or when she’s had bad luck
I’ll do whatever makes her better even if it takes my last couple of bucks.
I’m gentle with her body like chemicals in a flask
Anything she needs me to do, I will do, no questions asked
When other women ask “Dang girl who is he?”
I’ll say I’m a man
A superior man
That’s me

As I travel throughout the city
Feeling the cool breeze
I tend to catch women
Begin to stare at me
When they glance I glance back from time to time
Now I know thoughts of me are running through her mind
It is my smile that you see
Or the size of my feet
Or the size of my wand
Parting your Red Sea
I see she’s getting hot
Loving her I’ll never stop
I make sure that my tongue serenades every spot
Women ask themselves “how can this be?”
It’s the flick of my tongue
My appetite for fun
My ambition for not stopping until my job is done
Then women will ask themselves “What makes him so attractive to me?”
I’ll say for every phenomenal woman,
There is a real man
A superior man
That’s me


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God Made Women

God made all women pretty so men would like them.
God made all women beautiful so men would love them.
God also made many a woman with a very low IQ.
It was the only way God could get some women to love men too.


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Woeman

I like you, a women of many colors of love,  I am many 

things, not just one, two but I am a women mentor

I am a mother, aunt, cousin, I am not perfect you

have so many things to pick to hate me pick a couple

things your so picky, I believe in a creator, also

I love him and them for many reasons, you are a bigot

that hates even the stars in the sky and sun and moon.

So What.


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sigh of sin ? (part - 1)

in this world of the limped nuptial 
i’ve appeared as a power-missile of the lac-dye 
that is used by the hindu women 
to paint the border of their feet 

the tooth-ache of some-one pumpkin 
that grows on the thatched roof of a hut 
has wringed spirally  
my mythological birth with corporate death 

managing and arranging  my thoughts 
on what I was in the past 
what I would be in the future 
or what is my dos at present  
the wonder-paintings of the altamira cave 
unfolds its wings beside my painful in-growing nail 

and in her own sky of miss marry  
my hands become so much condensed in every drops 
as if within that moping smog 
without any speech 
speaks the twinkle twinkle little star…

beside  that labour pain what awakes then
is the patronage of a one-horned idea 
along which while walking  without much preparation
i can enter into any e-mail 

though our love pulls a very long-face about itself 
and in the opinion of the married women 
the sigh of the sin ? of our love wants to cultivate 
mustered-seeds on the soil of the inhabitants 
of this human-life 
with a stick by which the monkeys are driven out 
what more can i say in lieu of 
a piece of red-salute written in green ink

if i say in the dawn of the 52-cards
i touch your face 
by the hands of a school-boy 
your calmness and earthly perfume 
make me stunned 

then in this field of sweat and war 
the explosion of logic and intellect 
of your top-floor 
seems more famous anchor than the milk 
that spilt over on the fire 

and more to say 
when daubing all over the body 
all taste of the path of joy 
enter into then fort of gold you can notice there 
when in some unknown moment 
my pajama dies socially 
by the bite of the snails and oysters 

to keep the heart of the break-kiln always move 
this form-less interactions are so well 
in the harvest-arrangement of the late-autumn
 we are all uttering the name of cherry-flower 
and begging shelter from the mango leaves 


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Wine, Women, and Song

Wine, women and song-
delirious impressions
both over- and understated.
Nonsense to the uninitiated.

This is how my daydream began:
gyrating  on stage with long hair
like and adolescent shaman-
visions of a young Jim Morrison.

Wine, women and song-
punk, funk, southern boogie drunk
battle ax guitars, pounding drums
blacken and brutal beer soaked bars.

This is the dream come true:
an insidious reality
that suddenly struck rude.
Nonsense to the uninitiated. 

Now, it is still the wine
women and song that I long for. 
Indelible impressions
both over-and understated. 


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My Heroine

She wore an Armour over her dress
to go on and fight in the face of death
Joan of Arc is the name of the girl
that died at an age of nineteen years old
For the chance to make a change...
tell me, what have you achieved?

She is my Heroine
This is my Superwoman
The Unconditional Lover
Of the love that does deserve
And she stands to shine upon
the darkness of the night

She's a brave young solidarity
Unforgettable girl to my memory
To save a soul, Rachael (Corrie) lost her own...
Saying 'No', at the age of twenty three
To the Zionist bulldozery,
And the world did nothing at all...

She is my Heroine
This is my Superwoman
The Unconditional Lover
Of the love that does deserve
And she stands to shine upon
the darkness of the night


There are women in time, the idols of how to survive...
That are one of a kind, women of all times... 
Helen Keller, Eva Peron, Queen Elizabeth, Nancy Astor, Anna Frank, Mother Tereasa, 
Princess Diana, Jane Adams, Jane Austin, Catherine the Great, Mme Curie, Zaha 
Hadid, Cleopatra, Queen Victoria, and many more... leaders of all time... be proud to 
be a woman and don't allow men to decide if you have rights or not... you decide...


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Woeman

I like you, a women of many colors of love,  I am many 

things, not just one, two but I am a women mentor

I am a mother, aunt, cousin, I am not perfect you

have so many things to pick to hate me pick a couple

things your so picky, I believe in a creator, also

I love him and them for many reasons, you are a bigot

that hates even the stars in the sky and sun and moon.

So What.


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Working Women

We women work so hard to be accepted.
We women often get neglected,
By members of the opposite sex.
Fathers, brothers, uncles, boyfriends, husbands,
The list goes on.
They always think we have an attitude.
What do you expect?
When we get no attention or recognition dude. 

No appreciation is shown when we carry your child.
You’re somewhere playing with the remote,
With another woman, or with the fellas running wild.
While we are at home: cooking, cleaning, paying bills,
Simply multitasking in the home.
You men get mad when we’re too tired to get it on.

We women need appreciation.
We women need to be shown some gratitude
If we women get those two things,
Then maybe, more of us women would be 
In the mood for relations.


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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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Nanny hiring Career women

  I want the world, Paris, London and Toyko but I feel a tiny bit of worry that my kids 
will resent me. I also want the family, 3 kids and a white picket fence. A husband whose 
in love with me and the natural feeling of being a stay at home mother. But I know I have 
to draw the line somewhere in this dream of mines because I know how hectic a life of 
Journalism can be and I don't want to be a nanny hiring career women. I fear that my kids 
will be raised by women that they see more than their mother because her job becomes her 
life. I don't want to be a mother who can't spend dinner with her kids because she's 
flying across the world... but wait I love to travel. I want to get the undiscovered 
story, the truth right down to the metal. I want to uncover a mystery so deep that I will 
be forever famous. But I worry that while my heads are in the clouds of big corporations 
and high heels and suits that I will be missed. My husband will kiss another women to 
make up for his wife not spending enough time with him. I don't want to be a nanny hiring 
career women but sometimes I feel conflicted... Maybe I like power. It's always been my 
dream to work at the top. I want to be there for my baby's first steps, and their first 
date and even the small things like the plays they star in. I would hate to miss it 
because to tell you the truth even if they had only one line it would be special to me. 
Wait there it is my answer to everything... I can certainly do both but I will always 
know what's more important... My family.


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A Cheating Farther

My farther could not fulfill a father’s duty 
My farther could only fulfill his own pleasures 
.Women
.Sex 
.Alcohol
 
He couldn't love us the way he loved them
Coming home early hours in the morning
Mother goes silent   whenever he was around 
Wiping away her tears with her soft hands If he ever spoke 
Pretending she has something in her eye 

My farther only loved us 
Well pretended to love us 
Only when he had alcohol
All the other times 
It was those cheap women

Punching 
Kicking 
Abusing our poor mother 
In front of our innocent eyes 

He always used to say I'm going to change
The only change he did was sleeping a different women
He just couldnt live without 
It never accure to him he had a wife and children

A tender age of 6 all this was going on 
I was shocked
Ashamyed 
Embrassed 
It was like someone cast an evil eye on our family
I could'nt talk to anyone 
At home
At school
Or even a family member

I use to always wrote strorys of a farther and son having such a great bond
I always wished those story's were true.


It was like  more my dad went with other women 
The more abuse she received
The more my mother wanted to please him
My mother was a woman from India 
A women from the Asian community
If anyone found out about farther it would be bestay(shameful)

My mother never had a voice to say I’m leaving 
The voice she had was silent 
21 years they've been married 
Years of betrayal made by my farther 
Days and nights of abuse 
The family gathering lying on how much work he does
Moaning how his wife is so lazy
Moaning on how  much we annoy him
Going on and on how great he is.

He couldent bar ethe thought of us leaving 
His family name would be known for scum
But was was the use leaving him 
He was jst going to pick up move away and cheat on another woman 
This is the way I lived with a cheating farther....

Copyright (c)
Jay Singh Thapar

Jay Thapar


Details | Couplet | |

Have you ever

Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts to be a part?

There love burns like the eternal flame deep within your heart.

Have you ever needed someone so much that without them you just cry?

Like a love that last forever and will never die.

Have you ever wanted someone so much that they never leave your mind?

As if to be with them some how stops all time.

Have you ever found someone that is truly your best friend?

Someone who always has the time with you to spend.

Have you ever found someone that makes your heart race?

Just thinking of her kiss and the way that she tastes.

Have you ever found a girl who tastes like a sweet peach?

A girl who with one look can stop your speech.

Have you ever found a women who will give her heart to you?

A women who will promises to always be true.

I found this women who i thought was just a dream.

Now i know what true love is i know just what they mean.

Many poets talk of women and compair them to many things.

Like the beauty of a flower or the song that a bird sings.

But she is so wonderful that nothing ive experienced can even compair.

To the way she feels when shes in my arms and just knowing she is there.

So as i finish this i would just like to say.

Deanna i love you more each and every day.



Details | Monorhyme | |

bells



BELLS

IF YOU KNEW HER YOU KNOW THIS WOMEN COLLECTED BELLS.
THEY MAY OF NEVER BEEN USED BUT  
WAS ALWAYS SHOWCASED SO WELL.
EACH BELL UNIQUE AND SPECIAL IN ITS OWN SPECIAL WAY.
IT WAS A MAGNIFICENT COLLECTION PEOPLE WOULD OFTEN SAY
SOME PEOPLE MIGHT THINK WHATS SO SPECIAL ABOUT ALL THE BELLS.
BUT TO THIS SWEET WONDERFULL WOMEN EACH ONE HAD A STORY TO TELL.
THERE WAS NEVER A BELL SHE DIDN’T CARE FOR.
SHE LOVED EACH BELL ,INFACT YOU COULD SAY ALL 
OF THEM SHE ADORED.
NO ONE MAY EVER KNOW WHAT EACH BELL MAY OF MEANT
OR EVEN ITS VALUE.
I THINK EACH BELL REPRESENTED ALL THE MEMORIES
SHE HAD OF ALL OF YOU.
ONE BELL AND ONE NOTE CAN SOUND PRETY GOOD
AND BE SO BEAUTIFUL TO HEAR.
BUT LIKE HER MEMORIES WHEN ALL BELLS  SOUND TOGETHER
IT BROUGHT HER SO MUCH CHEER.
IT IS SAD TO KNOW SHE IS NOT HERE WITH US TODAY.
SHE WENT TO BE WITH  GOD  WHEN HE SAID COME THIS WAY.
EACH OF US WAS LIKE THE MARVELOUS COLLECTION OF BELLS.
WE MAY NOT KNOW HOW WE WAS SPECIAL 
TO THIS GREAT WOME BUT SHE COULD ALWAYS TELL.
IF SHE WAS HARD ON YOU OR GAVE YOU A NAME LIKE DOZER.
IT DOESN’T MEAN SHE DID NOT LOVE YOU
IN FACT IT MEANT YOU MEAN A LOT TO HER.
I WILL MISS THIS WONDERFULL WOMEN FULL OF 
WISDOM AS I KNOW YOU WILL TOO.
I WILL MISS THE LONG TALKS OVER BREWED TEA AND APPLE BUTTER THAT SCREAMED WITH LOVE I MADE THIS FOR YOU.
ALL OF US REMEMBER HER A LITTLE DIFFERENT THAN THE OTHER.
IM SURE ALL OF US AGREE SHE TREATED EVERYONE AS IF  THERE MOTHER.
I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS WOMEN WHO COLLECTED BELLS
BUT MADE HEARTS RING BELLS OF THERE OWN.
MANY LIFES CHANGED FOREVER ALL BECAUSE
OF THIS WOMEN AND THE LOVE SHE SHOWN.
WE WILL MISS YOU MOM,GRANDMA,BEST FRIEND.
LOOK FORWARD TO SOMEDAY WHEN WE REUNITE AGAIN.






Details | I do not know? | |

The Other Woman

no need to explain 
see that thing between him and me
don't worry about that because there's no more chemistry
get yourself a real man
that will own up to his mistakes
instead of me answering his phone
hearing you other women complaints
about how your on top and I'm on the bottom
you want his man; take him no problem
but just so you'll know
he's like a puzzle; can't solve him
you're getting a trick not a treat
all his women are toys
and like pieces of meat
this is the last phone call I'm taking
Christmas is coming you dummy
and I'm in my damn kitchen baking
so do me a favor
please take him and don't look back
shows over
no refunds
now fade to black


Details | I do not know? | |

She Still Loves Him

Someone knows they’re still being chased.
That person’s recognized both her friends,
But most of all she’s so in love:
She’s anguished with seeing you in numbing darkness.

Someone knows they’re still being followed.
That person’s liked you for a lot of reasons,
But most of all she’s so in love
She gains up to her strength, long ago inspired by yours.

Someone knows they still didn’t get their chance.
That other person’s got heavier things on his mind,
But most of all he’s so caring and knowing of her
He’s truly a close friend to see through her eyes and face.

Someone knows they still didn’t gain love easily back.
That other person’s got a mission almost as if a burden,
But most of all he’s so in the dark but can be noble still,
He’s truly someone worth suffering for and together with.

(She can understand why you won’t go to her)
Two someone’s are just boys becoming stronger,
Two other someone’s are just girls holding it together inside.
No longer hard to believe they were meant for each other. 

She can save you from being so alone,
Young men can be so stubborn and strong-headed.
She can show you you’re fine the way you are,
Young men can be so wrapped up in a fight within.

He could love some people to heal his heart,
Young women can be so annoying and tearful.
He could love someone back, in return,
Young women can be so strange and sincere…


Details | Rhyme | |

Can Men Really Love?

After years of seeking the truth
I'm still at a dismay
Can men really love?
Is it real or play?

I know women are meant to love
We love all in sight
We crave to be nutured 
Be it wrong or right

Is it your suppose to be strong?
Love is a weakness at first?
Will your friends make fun of you?
Do you think it's a curse?

Is it your ego?
I'm just not sure
I've seen what love isn't
You have to be mature.

Do men always get jealous?
Too afraid to be full exposed?
I know women will love a million different ways
But a mans heart seems to be froze

I'm just curious
So I put in words for all to see
Maybe someone can help me 
Can men really love in true reality?




Details | Quatrain | |

Women, Please Listen

Women, please listen to what I have to say!
Unfortunately, so many men were misjudged.
Listen to the things and then please decide
As to whether or not we deserve your love.

We were taught the ways of being strong, 
Importance of standing up for our rights
But, now as men, those traits live on 
And you women just say we enjoy fights.

In fact, if given a choice in the matter
Most men would choose to walk away
We enjoy our friendship with all the guys
And may want to hang out with them one day.

We were taught not to talk when taking a pee.
Never, oh never , to look around!
We would be labeled, oh yes, for the rest of our days
So, we just keep our eyes affixed to the ground.

Many were taught to hold open the doors
When women were walking on through.
Because of Steinham and the bra burning days
Some chivalry was lost unto you.

Though some are romantic and others are not.
It doesn’t mean love can’t be found.
Just open your eyes and open your hearts.
Know their love, still has no bounds.

You see, many today, all men just the same
Seek the love that you can provide
Yes, we love your scent and arousal is easy
However, we just want to be by your side.

Any way to be near, is the way to be had,
And recognize the fact that we’re there.
For many just like the smell of perfume
As others, they like to twirl hair.

I, speaking for them, can’t tell you everything
For there is an unwritten law.
Just remember each time you judge one of us
That women, too, have their flaws.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Women

I love all women as I love ice-cream,
Though not all flavors get my full esteem.
And while most shapes will get a winking plus,
I don't care for extra long radius.

The voices of women are the toping best;
Oh, melts in my mouth their emotive zest!
But the cherry up top that tops them all
Is the note of love for the logi-cal!


Details | Free verse | |

Hate It Or Love It

To all y'all poetry lovers I need y'all to really listen
because It don't come easy wit puttin together these writtens
at the end of this poem don't think I was just kidding
But I just wanna know whats up these Baltimore women
maybe it's just me, but if I go to any other city
and speak to a female she speaks back to me
this is for the women but I know the niggas can relate
y'all might say y'all love us but all I'm gettin is a lot of hate
Question? how would I know a good woman by the way she walks
image is everything especially by the way she talks
females in Baltimore can't find a good man because they lost their sight
and the complaining got so bad that they started marrying dykes
all these women here ain't bad  I just met the wrong ones
they really don't want love they just wanna have fun
so as for me I'm just gone fall back and stack this money
so black women don't get mad if I find love wit a snow bunny


Details | I do not know? | |

" Drunkin Tears "

She said he wants to take her baby,
   Sitting in the hospital till five am.
Crying her beautiful brown eye's out,
   But doctors would pay no attention.
Doctor's said we couldn't go in,
   They had to keep her over night.
Feeling so heartbroken seeing her ly there,
   Praying to God please let her be alright.
Being so caught up on ecstacy,
   Feeling like there's not much i can do.
Feeling helpless that i can't reach out to you,
   That i couldn't be by your side to protect you.
I told her don't cry,
   She's a good mother he see's.
That the stuff he's put you through,
   The parent you are he can't compete.
We'll fight because what we feel is right,
   Were very strong and still surviving.
We love and we love with all our hearts,
   We see a problem were quick to recognize it.
We've been through hell and back,
   But us women will never give up.
Cause well fight now and we will later,
  That's why for us women we have respect and love.
No mama no one said it was easy,
   An angel fell out of the sky and named her Elizabeth.
Blessed her with so many talent's,
   Giving her unconditional love within.
A rare and beautiful blessing,
   A women who's corazon is as golden as heavens gates.
A women who would give to the whole world,
   And not ask to give back what she gives or takes.
An independant  strong surviving mother of more then five,
   Who can touch your heart with just a lullaby.

Sharing the world to make sure your ok,
   Was that shoulder for anyone to cry.
Lent her sympethetic ear to listen,
   Craves to better everyone around.
Successful in everything she does,
  Today on that day my angel was found.


Details | I do not know? | |

Black Angel

She is my angel 
my comfort 
my support
my guide

She sits on a golden curb
Her cheeks held by two delicate hands
A light radiates her from behind
making her holy wings,
glow, and shine
Her wings stretch wide, 
free, and light
Helping to express her voluptuous figure,
She has round hips,
full, chocolate rose lips,
and a bust that holds the nature of motherhood

She is my angel
my happiness
my joy
my pride

Her smooth blackberry legs
dangle in the breeze
Golden rings, circle her wrists,
humming the angels song as they hit 
Fingernails of peach,
defining her uniqueness,
Her hair pulled into an afro puff,
showing she never forget who she was,
as a women,
a black women

She is my angel
my elegance
my beauty
my charm

Thin cotton white fabric drapes over her
The arches of her flawlessness covered,
exaggerating her purity
She moves with grace
to the melody of a child’s laughter,
Sparkling white teeth show themselves
as she smiles,
loving life
and all that she gives to it

She is my angel
my strength
my wisdom
my courage

Her eyes bright, 
calm, and focused
Watching life, as it passes so quickly below,
Her heart does’t not cry
for the broken,
Her soul does not give way
to desires,
Her mind does not worry
about tomorrow,
because she holds hope
as strong as her prayers,
and as thick as Jesus’ beard

She is my angel
My great grandmother Dagmar
My mother
My aunts
The women who love children
The women who inspire
The women of faith

She is, my black angel


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

A Women Who Was Lonely

There once was a women who was lonely.
One day she met her soul mate.
The man told her that she was his one and only.
The man had two beautiful children 
who needed her souly.
The woman gave them her heart boldly.
Without any fears of not knowing that the rest
of her life would never be lonely.
One day the man and women married so,soon 
had a baby that made them so bravely.
The women who was once lonely is lonely no more.


Details | Lyric | |

It's Real

I'm finally livin my dream
Got 3 on my team
Separated still feel his d#@ in between
 my legs, my mouth, his tongue your right he won
Within a year I'll be havin his son.
So save your game, I'm screamin his name
And when he hit it it feels never the same
The p#@!!y is his, he gettin the biz , makin me fizz
Thank God for lettin me live, my heart I give
Together we is King & Queen of eternity
Chickens tryna be like me.  they tryna get what I got
A women they not, cryin alot, ya'll must have forgot
I'm a classy women havin in cummin 
In my mouth and on my body
I'm his number 1 hottie
Havin sex unprotecte, not cumin infected, 
The love he's injectin;  my mind is sweatin.  
I'm keepin him lubricated, cant be fabricated
Either love it or hate it cause we already made it 
through the day and stormy weather
till death do us part we gon be together ~so say whatever~you want to say
cause my lovin is good it make your granddaddy what to stay.
Too much to pay ; this P#@!y is priceless
Only One man is capable of hittin this
Don't scream my name just call me misses.
D#@k is hard before he get my kisses
If your a hater, I'm a debater I fight for whats mine
Come on player, this realator clamin love forever in time.

Danycepiece


Details | Ballad | |

THE QUICKEST SPARK

I'm not a gullable guy
who settles for less;
and I like to see
more women like yourself!

If freedom is what you choose,
it's fine...as long as it 
won't defeat my purpose,
and keep my ego intact!

Be as patient
as you can be,
men must protect
and love their women...
in ways to amaze them;
and it still holds true today!

I'm not looking for heart-breaks,
to watch tears fall down a woman's face;
I'll break the rules and compromise
when the need arises!

Men,love your women a lot,
give them true affection
and ignite in them more passion
with the quickest spark:
to feel what most men are afraid to show...
for the fear of losing their adored pride!  

The quickest spart
is a surest way to an eager heart;
the quickes spark
can give bring light where it was awfully dark!


Details | ABC | |

My Women

My Women

My Women is a good women, kind and giving strong but yet humble.
She's a queen among queen's she's a diamond in the ruff, she’s my women.
She's a child at heart, but a lady in every part. She's engraved in my heart; she's 
my women.
My women when she smiles my heart sings, from the joy that shes brings.
I can't wait to put rings, on her finger. I know that im bless for the day, that god 
sent you my way.
AND.. to this i will say I LOVE HER


Details | Narrative | |

Thank You

From all walks of life they come to serve, our soldiers
our heros, and our respect they deserve.
What kind of country would we live in, if we did not have 
these brave women and men.
Mommies and daddies, husbands and wives, daughters and sons
from all walks of life, protecting our freedom day and night.
Our lives are much safer because of the jobs they do,
and their sacrifice must be remembered, they have families too.
Remember they are there in far away lands, always doing
their jobs, the very best they can.
We as a nation depend on them, our soldiers our heros,
our brave women and men.
Thank you so much from someone who cares.