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Woman

                 Woman

The stars bestowed your eyes
The moon, your cherry red lips
The sun, that light in your mind
Heaven, those gold finger tips

The oceans surrendered your hair
Your form, fashioned by tides
Rivers tempered the spirit
Where patience and love resides

Strength, came from the mountains
The wind, sweet  lullabies
Volcano’s forged the Passion
That lives in soul filled eyes

But where, oh where is completion
Makes the pulse race and dart
For this, woman must wait
Till a man, gives her his heart.
 

Written 7 Oct 2013


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A partnership

The heart of a man thrives wholly
with the respect of a woman whose nurturing
soul is not threatened by his strength
but finds comfort in his protective care.

The love of a woman is won completely
by a man willing to lay bare his vulnerability
at the mere sight of her approving smile
or the touch of her healing hands.

And neither is threatened by the role of the other,
but are wise in the ways of their creator,
in whose infinite wisdom
endowed each with opposite strengths

so they may be equal partners
walking forth solidly hand in hand
as co-conquerers of challenge
and liberators of love.


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Message to the Lover of the Poet

To be in love with a poet
Is not an easy thing
Try as you might, you’ll never
Live up to his dream

For the poet isn’t content
With love’s status quo
You please and you tease him
But it’s not enough you know

For living there in his mind
Is a picture of the divine
You know that he longs for her
For it's shown in every line

The woman of perfection
Who is not of this world
With raven tresses of hair
And slender arms unfurled

The poet “sees” this woman
And his senses just take leave
For her passion is intense
Her body rivals that of Eve

She is tender and she’s giving
Never asking in return
She waits for him night and day
And it’s for his love she burns

She nurtures his desire
Fulfills his every whim
For she is his possession
Remains faithful just to him

She sees in him embodied
Every single manly trait
Each and every need of his
She’s sure to satiate

Ah…mere mortal woman
Who must compete with this muse
You find that you fall short
And your love’s prone to abuse

For who can dare compare
With a poet’s romantic dream
The siren who sings to him
Who floats on clouds of cream

Poor lover of the poet
Sitting here alone at night
Waiting for him to see you
To turn on you passion’s light

Love him, my sweet, love him
For in the end he’s just a man
That silly muse of his dreams
Can’t caress him, but you can

So win him at this love game
Make the fires really burn
Try to captivate his mind
So that it's for YOU he yearns

Warn that charming seductress
That muse who tries hard to woo
That you have a jealous heart
And you've made him drink your brew

Your body, your soul, your desires
Bathe him in all of these
Not with words but your hands
Make him to do just what you please

For a poet is just a man
Just a simple man is he
Give him all he desires
Then watch his love set you free!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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A Dark Tale

I laugh as I think of it now, the dire warnings of hell
Nothing could scare me it didn’t matter, on this teaching I never did dwell.
I wondered why one dark night, again begging for sleep.
No fear of death of dying no foolish promises to keep.

It was then I found the answer as I slipped down through the floor
Could this be a dream or am I now no more.
Has death come upon me, I feel the air exude from my chest
Through eons of time yet seconds, maybe days or years at best.

Before me an evil thing but there are no brimstone and flames
“Now we will see this hell you mocked and you will know my name.
You never flinched about the hell threat but you are now here
Not only that I am your father and now you will know real fear.”

He breathed in deep; my skin scorched, it left my body in one piece
The agonies, I must be dead my skin floating in front just like a fleece
My muscles sinews and skeleton were all that I now had
“I thought you were my father I screamed you can’t treat me this bad.”

A thousand legions of devils all came round mocking me
Each breath they turned my way seemed to rip parts off of me
“You will learn to master them but until then you have to pay
You start at the bottom in this work.” then the hounds of hell did bay.

“To inflict the tortures required to give me the satisfaction
You must first suffer them all, that is my attraction.
When you have suffered them all you will know what to do
My work will be in your hands this is my legacy to you.”

“But how can you be my father?” I screamed as the hell hounds tore at me
“My mother was the sweetest woman on earth and all around could see.”
“Ha! I am the devil why would I want a whore,
 They are already down here; it was sweetness I searched for.”

“Your mother scorned me, she did not believe in all the hellish games I play
So I showed her my powers and you are with me from this day.
You should have listened to the teachers teaching of my home called hell.”
He waved his finger at me and the screams I could not quell.

Now I wish I had listened and taken an earthly fear
It could have made a difference, I may not now be here.
I take delight in dismembering and gouging out the eyes
Flaying the skin off the ungodly, yet I do it for a prize.

One day I will rule this place then my turn will come
I’ll leave this underworld one day and do what my father has done
I’ll take a woman for my wife the sweetest there ever walked
And pass on my inheritance to the offspring that hell balked.
©~GG~23/07/2012

 


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Am I Who I Am

I woke up this morning trying to remember who I am
To the mirror I looked, am I a woman or a man
Maybe I'm somebody else, just another in my head
Or am I who I am, in my mind I sometimes dread

I woke up this morning trying to remember who I am
Asking why my friends have decided to be in my little scam
All my life I've wondered just who the hell I am
Again to the mirror I looked, am I a woman or a man

I woke up this morning trying to remember who I am
My mind has invented another, being deceitful leads my sham
Maybe I'll find the clues for I to realise my tomorrows
And return the names to the graveyard, but I'll doubt I'll sorrow










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-14.php


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POSSESSING A HUNTRESS' GRIT



In nightshade she rages in fumes
And  drives me to the edge  of  unrest
Inside coal eyes, my breath exhumed
Granting her to stew, I feel pressed.

Dark tresses of fire keeps burning
A passion that ignites a whirl...
This vixen’s scold reeks like a sting
But truth of her  words were sincere.

Enticed,  I drink the spiced potion
That bathes deep down inside of me;
Possessing a huntress’ grit, she drones
As my pride she melts, heavenly.

My woman is both river and sleet
Her quarter moon flushed with grace;
Eclipsing my will, my defeat
To accept a female's bold ways!



Dr. Ram Mehta's Husbands Are In Heaven.. Contest
by nette onclaud




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Tale of a Witch - Modern Day

When conjuring up visions of witches,
people might think of a broom or black cat.
The scariest ones, though, are b*$%#es
who wear normal clothes and not a black hat.

Here is the tale of a witch - modern-day.
She had two small sons, but life was a bore.
With other men she wanted to play,
for witches are selfish and always want more.

She made up a spell to meet a new guy
with more brains and drive than her own spouse.
She also required that he should comply
with all that she wanted - a guy like a mouse!

Maybe the one she found was a critter
she’d caught in a field and changed to a man,
but she made sure that he was no quitter.
Once he was hers, she began her grand plan.

She brazenly met with her new boyfriend
with her kids in the house, for she had no fear.
She magically got her marriage to end
and got her son’s father to then disappear.

All this she accomplished quite legally.
Her daddy, a warlock and powerful man,
made threats to the son-in-law so he’d agree
to give up his boys and not see them again.

The witch moved her boys away from her ex,
whose parents were left brokenhearted.
The grandparents’ hearts were crushed from a hex
that assured sons from father were parted.

The boys were raised with the witch in control
of their minds, and they could not recall
the life with their dad because their mom stole
their dad’s name from them too. She took all!

The witch’s new husband worked hard for his wife.
He obeyed her commands very well.
On the surface they seemed to have a good life,
but the sons had their own truths to tell. . . 

The years passed away; the witch became old.
Her sons have escaped her dark power.
She remains (even though her deeds have been told)
unrepentant up to the last hour.


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Grandma's Legacy

My grandma had a green thumb
She loved to garden, plant and grow
Didn't matter where they're from
Snatching cuttings wherever she'd go

Her pockets filled with seeds from trips to and fro
Labeling the envelops with names as she was home
Plant variety was something she would know
She also knew specific times when seeds should be sown

Her garden was her solace throughout her hardened life
She planted seeds and grew her plants anywhere she stay
Always fed her family through depression and strife
Many rows of vegetables were planted in her day

Years have passed and she is gone her love of planting seeds
Was passed on through her family who now are pulling weeds. 

Jennifer Marie Oliver


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The Perfect Woman

She sewed and worked a garden,
did the dishes all by hand;
her wiggling giggling kids
would straighten up at her command.

Her leftovers were loved as much
as was the chocolate cake
she drizzled with that special sauce
she always used to make.

Today they’d call her backwards,
but we knew perfectly
that all SHE’D ever wanted 
Was what she came to be.

By Andrea Dietrich

For Michael Smith's THE PERFECT WOMAN Poetry contest


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Mirror In My Pocket

~Mirror in my pocket~
Many years ago my Nana gave to me
A little pocket mirror, and she told me I would see
“See what Nan” I asked looking deep into the smokey glass
“You will see yourself” she smiled, and called me her "lovely lass"

It is a mirror so what did she mean, yet my Nan was very wise
And looking into the mirror, I didn’t recognise my eyes
Is this a trick I asked my Nan, while looking deep into the glass?
No trick lass, just a mirror but take heed of what comes to pass.

I slipped it in my pocket, thanked her and said goodbye
On the journey home I looked into the mirror, and it made me cry
Deep into the smokey glass I peered, but nothing I could see
No reflection of myself and I wondered how that could be.

 A woman then looked out of the glass, tears pooled in the saddened eyes
A face that was not my own, it was my Nan to my great surprise
She smiled and disappeared, my own reflection replaced hers there
Shocked and surprised, I replaced the mirror, with tender care.

I reached my home sixty miles away and lifted out the glass
A woman that resembled me smiled, and I wondered what had come to pass
Weeks did pass my mirror became a treasure never left behind
Because when I looked into it, it was of my Nan it did remind.
 
Then the day, I saw the mirror so grey and full of gloom
I peered into it knowing there was some impending doom
My Nans face appeared, and with tears she mouthed goodbye
That was the day she died, and the day the mirror cried.

The mirror, I keep close, as she did,it means so much to me
I will pass it onto my son when I think he needs to see
To the woman i loved and miss, my reflection changed slow-ly
It’s now the same one looking out, as when my Nan gave the mirror to me.

Time has passed the years have gone, my mirror is smokey grey
I’ll pass it on to my son so he can be ready for the day.
I took heed of the mirror over the years and what comes to pass
I saw that we all grow old and my Nan showed me, with a looking glass.
©1/10/2012 ~GG~




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Resting

My mind is in need of rest
just for a moment, brief,
a silent little repose here
will surely bring to me relief.

My heavy eyelids gently fall
and shut out the entire world,
my hair lays down and relaxes
even though it has been curled.

I breathe in slowly and deeply
my heartbeat settles down,
my ears can hear around me
the wind's soft whispering sound.

It lifts me to a far off place
where clouds become my bed,
I reach out to grab another
like a soft pillow for my head.

You can only imagine
what I can only see,
as I dream a beautiful dream
that was meant just for me.





Inspired by the painting, "Resting" by Victor Gabriel Gilbert 


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A Fight for the Green

There passed amid the crowded fair a lady
All clad in stately gown of em'rald green
With golden trim and diamonds all a-sparkle
It was, I say in truth, a comely scene

Her hair was walnut brown and deftly braided
Her eyes the bluest June I e'er ha' seen
Her face was white as ever summer daisy
As she walked amid the fair in em'rald green

I wended to the lady through the milling
And sought if I might carry of her gage
She chained me with ther fiery diamond necklace
And sought a worthy foe upon the stage

Her eyes passed o'er the sport with sharp disdaining
Said she, These roughened fellows all are mean
I seek a fitted match against my diamonds
To win a crown of honour for the green

At length, she spied the master of the quarter
The stoutest wight of Herefordshire, I ween
And though I had no hope against this venture
I'd do it for the woman clad in green

His quarterstaff was sure and fairly whistled
His arms were strong, as well his eyes were keen
Yet still I kept my feet upon the platform
And prayed them still remain for fair Athene

This lusty fight went on for half the hour
A goodly crowd collected for the see'n'
Then stepped the pretty damsel to the staff-ring
And saith, You fairly won the lass in green


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Im Thankful Im a WOMAN- Womans Day Celebration

I’m thankful that I’m a woman
With the power to beguile
With charm at my fingertips
And bewitchment in my smile

I’m proud to be a woman
Of genders the fairer one
With a silken soft beauty
And aura to match the sun

I’m glad to be a woman
Of creation the very best
The epitome of all the finest
By whom mankind was blessed

I revel in being a woman
Full of such delicate grace
The one to woo and dazzle
With passion etched on my face

I relish being a woman
For I’m able to dominate
To conquer and subdue
With one motion to subjugate

I celebrate being a woman
To have voluptuous curves
Not angular and muscled
But supple, with gentle swerves

I jubilate, for I’m a woman
Made as a help meet for man
To console and nurture him
Add my wisdom to his plan

Yes…oh yes, I am a woman
I know what I’m capable of
At times I am a tigress
At others a gentle dove

A woman is the essence
Of beauty and all that’s good
Men, I advise you to be careful
And treat them as you should

For women are little girls
Made of sugar and of spice
Now do be good little boys
If you want them to be nice!

YES, I’m thankful I’m a woman
I embody pleasure sweet
To be found in my presence
Is a never ending treat!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

OK men...take this with a grain of salt...C'mon! It is the International Women's Day. Show that woman in your life a little bit more love today, for where would you be without her! ;)


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Portrait of My Lady

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


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Below Azure Blue Skies

On golden sands below azure blue skies
I sensed, I turned and behold my eyes
Naked as birth from the sea she revealed
For moments before her charms were concealed

Curved shapes of woman now allure my thoughts
To touch her skin my desire to be sought
I stand before her, into those eyes I see
She, the woman of my life in front of me

To a rocky outcrop well away from the crowds
Our theatre of dreams allows sighs so allowed
On a blanket of tartan two souls in lie
Naked as birth below azure blue skies

Kisses aplenty tasting the breeze of the sea
Sensuous and delightful as she thralls thee
Her undulations so pure my fingers they walk
Emotions to actions loves language of talk

Two as one we become as we writhe in sync
Entering our world of passion, pretty in pink
Entwined, uncoiled as we respond flushed
Sighs on the breeze as our cove remains lush

Our loving rises in sequence to crashing waves
Two souls releasing their love that they crave
Excitement in us peaks, reverberating
The joys of he and she, in wonderful creating









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-17.php


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Dont Make Her Ask

Don’t make her ask for a kiss
When she wants to drift to sleep
Don’t make her ask to be held
When her soul's about to weep
Hold her…

Don’t make her ask for kind words
To make her soft heart secure
Don’t make her reach out to you
When she needs strength to endure
Speak to her….

Don’t make her bedroom eyes beg
For tenderness of your touch
Don’t make her hands have to lead
To what she longs for so much
Caress her….

Don’t make her ask you for more
When she has need yet to feel
Don’t make her cry bitter tears
When she longs for what is real
Pleasure her…

A woman must be treated
Like a sweet and gentle thing
If you are hard and uncouth
You might break her angel wing

A woman must be nurtured
Like a lady let her be
If she feels in love secure
She'll act out your fantasy

She can be just what you want
Make your every wish come true
But take this advice from me
She must have respect from you.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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The Fuller Woman

Haven’t been with a fuller woman?
Don’t know what you’ve been missin’!
Pillowy softness all around
Will make your pleasure just abound

Tell me, you love to eat jelly?
Well think of that as her belly!
Cotton candy is puffy and sweet?
Well, this woman is a tasty treat!

You won’t get poked here or there
By her bones like a prickly pear
Be cushioned by marshmallow light
Rest on her comfort through the night

Your hands have more place to roam
At this sight your mouth will foam!
If she has a naughty mind
No greater pleasure can you find

So just remember Marilyn Monroe
Not that anyone can have her glow
But she was a good size 14
That siren of the silver screen

If 14 turns men to putty…
A little more ’ll  make they nutty
They will drool and they will pant
“Give me more” will be their chant

Oh, well… tubby ladies out there
Who are shy their bodies to bare
Honey, if he wants you to lose
You’ve got others from whom to choose

Sexy’s defined by inside
So don’t go and try to hide
Be proud of who you are
Honey, you’re a shining star

And if he goes for anorexic fare
Let him leave, just let him dare!
You’ll have another in a flash
Let him jump in, make a splash!

Life is too short to wish for thin
So shake your booty, flash a grin
Full and pretty and oh so wild
Make others look plain and mild! 

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Out of the blue

Out of the blue I searched for you,
Under yellow skies I walked,
With scarlet red the things you knew!
The black lace talked and talked

I found you thumbing on the road,
Drifting south for a change of pace,
Your suitcase was hardly a load,
My heart began to race.

A game was lurking in your eyes,
I wanted in to play your sin.
Fortune’s wheel did not disguise 
The roguish plans you held within.

You took the keys and off you went, 
With gaping mouth I stood 
My heart inflamed with discontent,
I whimpered all I could.

With bold resolve my feet did go,
Dust and sweat led the way.
What did tempt I did not know,
But hidden fires held my sway.

Marching like a highway man,
Of dreams untold to think about,
I tried to chart your steps and plan,
Whose saucy tease I had no doubt.

Feline ways invite soft prints,
Invisible shades eyes large make,
I saw the method in your hints,
By subtle fumes my nose did stake.

I tracked and looked and never quit,
To find your world and magic curve,
But at some point I had to admit,
I wondered if I had the nerve.

I hung my head, I sang low tunes
Echo’s hope was just a trace,
So I took to heed the passing moons
Oh your purring heart did I chase.

As though you saw my forlorn look,
My ears you tapped with engine fire,
Behind me came your line and hook,
Smiling in my car you took.
Get in you said with lips to bend,
With a grin that spoke of lazy miles,
To you my vows could but commend,
So sure were your entrancing styles.

I swaggered in next to fate,
Forever gone, here was now,
Praying for mercy on this date,
Still like a mouse hearing meow.

You throttled up and off we flew,
The wind and hair was just a blair,
If my better half only knew,
The forbidden things I would dare.

The ride was smooth and oh so cool,
Skin touched skin and all was one,
Kissed by heaven’s secret rule,
Ay there’s the rub, just have some fun.

Salvation’s road leads to crime,
Heat and sweat are natures beat,
Lemons aid the bitter lime,
To overcome what might defeat.

Out of the blue I searched for you,
Under yellow skies I walked,
With scarlet red the things you knew!
The black lace talked and talked.


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Tubby Girl Remembers the Glory Days of YORE

I used to sashay into a room
And see all the guys just stare
Now when I waddle in a room
I get cuddled like a bear

I reveled in the very fact 
That I was just sizzling hot
Now I feel rather lukewarm
Marilyn Monroe I am NOT!

I used to have a tiny waist
That accentuated my breast
Now there are lots of tiny rolls
That go right up to my chest

People like to touch my arms
They remind them of a pillow
And when I walk, do watch out!
My bum does jiggle like jello

Although now I am not streamlined
Unlike Angelina Jolie
I’m still happy with who I am
Cause there’s beauty inside of me

I don’t think that a woman’s meant
To be merely some skin and bones
But rather curvaciously soft
Or her pokiness will bring groans

And yet I confess to moments
When I wish I could turn back time
I want to be drop dead gorgeous
Not skinny… but full and sublime

Well, this lament is getting lame
So I'll start the exercise craze
I still want to make men go weak
So they’ll stare at me in a daze!

But Belly Dancing won’t be fun
There just won’t be enough to shake
So maybe I’ll just stay this way
And be good...for heaven’s sake!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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She

She was my dream before I could dream,
She is my sun, my moon, my stars.
She’s the air in every breath I breathe,
She is the true Queen of my heart.

She is my warrior princess,
She is each moment of my time,
She’s the crimson coursing through my veins,
She is my art, my prose, my rhyme.

She is my strength to face the world,
She is my sword and shield.
She is my vulnerability,
At her whim, hurt or healed.

She is my missing jigsaw piece,
My half-soul’s one true mate.
She is my morn and starry night,
She’s my destiny, my fate.

She is my very Eden,
Where I’m Adam, she’s my rib,
God’s gift to me right from the first,
My Eve, my cause to live.

It’s her I’ve loved since time’s first dawn,
Yet veiled for years before
That first glance, yes, I knew her face,
And it’s her I’ll love forever more.


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Scent and Sensuality

Sense and Sensibility 
Surely has its worth
It rules with iron first
But devoids one of mirth

Sense and sensibility
Simply do not tantalize
They are demure and sedate
They're not much to visualize

Scent and Sensuality
Are demanding in appeal
They captivate the senses
The allure is vivid, real

Mystery invades the heart
With one whiff of the perfume
Eyes will linger on the form 
Of a woman in full bloom

Sense certainly has its say
Sensuality- its dream
Scent and sense intertwine
To make a perfect team

A woman blessed with both
Is beautiful to behold
Her appeal is much stronger
When she has a heart of gold.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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A Woman's Pride

I am a tender woman
I nurture and I protect
I’m subservient and meek
However, I now object…

I am a woman with pride
My self-respect I hold dear
I will not let you be cruel
I will not let you come near

You chose to misunderstand
All that I do and I say
You should have known much better
Now you have chased me away

I’m sure of what I am worth
I know my heart is pure gold
But you thought me a trinket
My pure affection you sold

I will not grovel or beg
You must repent, see the light
I will go on and survive
But I’ll haunt you in the night

Undressed, I’ll visit your dreams
Will torture you and torment
You’ll pray right down on your knees
For your angel….heaven sent

My dear man, I AM loving
And though I may be in pain
You must try to make amends
If my love you want to gain!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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free cee RELAX READ AND LEARN FROM A POET LAURIET

NO NAMES NECESSARY

Legs bless their linen
Two bodies bare of blouse
As fingers toward their targets thrust
When a woman wore only white
And she swore it was all only lust
She lay on sand  and begged for a towel
Yet never bid a word of foul
Acceptance came with actions born
And naked still to greet the dawn
The lady I found wearing white
An oh by an ocean on a secret’s whispered night
No names exchanged no vows foretold
But two bodies for each to enfold
The sea sang its sultry song of surf and waves
For that is how the sea behaves
And all the secrets the seashore saves
Whitecaps conceived and quite contrite
And there lay she, stripped of white
With blessedness carved by Neptune’s will
As I caressed each crevice, curve and hill
And yet the seashore’s secret silent still
alas quiet yet the sea to be
As she atop and under me
When two agendas came unto agree
In the darkness of one secret night

And namelessly I bid fare thee well to the woman who wondrously once wore white
   © 2012   copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~


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Spanish Rose

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



               




                                                  ©2014 Honestly JT


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The Perfect Woman

Just close your eyes
And she will appear
The perfect woman
Slowly draws near

But please don’t forget
This is a dream
The perfect woman
Is not who she seems

Take a second look
And you will see
The perfect woman
Is just a fantasy


By Frank Polgar

For Michael Smith's THE PERFECT WOMAN Poetry contest


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A New Woman

Barefoot and pregnant,
Scrubbing pots and pans;
Supper's on the table,
I must submit to man!

No formal education,
My place is in the house;
Silent, without emotion,
So loyal to my spouse!

The laundry's neat and tidy,
The kids are off to school;
Here I go to the market,
Never will I break your rules!

Well, marmalade and poppycock,
Have I got news for you;
The 18th century's over,
I'm not your crawling fool!

Barefoot and pregnant?
It's only because I can;
If you want your supper,
Get up and lend a hand!

I have an education,
I'm free to leave the house;
Emotions conquer silence,
I'm a woman, not a mouse! 

Laundry's in the hamper,
The kids are off to school;
Come go with me to the market,
Only games are played by rules!

A new girl has risen,
With force and contemplation;
Someday she'll run for president,
Make way for a brand new nation! 


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Soulmate

She was everything he could dream of, 
Fantasy given a live heartbeat. 
An unattainable rare jewel, 
Leaving a taste beyond bittersweet. 

An angel sent from the high Heavens, 
The epitome of perfection. 
A beautiful spirit blossoming, 
Wearing an untainted complexion. 

Hypnotic, mesmerizing motions, 
Elegance persuading the skeptics, 
The definition of modesty, 
Silencing the jealous heretics. 

An angelic smile providing light, 
Contagious, spinning heads turn around. 
Starry eyes glittering in the night, 
A dreamers search ends, paradise found.


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Your Beauties Glow

To you alone 
My heart is sold
As the days go
Your beauty grows

As time flies by
i have to sigh 
When you walk by
And catch my eye

I cannot think 
Or even blink
As it may seem 
Only a dream

To you alone 
I have to sigh 
And just walk by 
Your beauties glow


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The shining Path of the walkway

My hands are embedded in your skin,
And your body is rambling,
To the sea of a thousand waves,
>       I am a boat ...
-

I have the heart that fails,
Engraving on the ocean,    my wake
When under the terms of travel
You also ondoies the hips
-

... If it is falling into oblivion
After the course of the hills
Fingers hanging with saline scents
On the pleated waves of your bed,
-

When the desire        is resting
It has neither beginning,  nor end,
But resurrects while whith its whole hunger,
It combines us,     and overlays us ...
-

My mouth keeps         in mind,
The taste of passion in fruits,
Always present in the heart of the night
>   Shining Path of the walkway.


--- ( own translation from french )

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" Le sentier lumineux  du promenoir"

-
Mes mains se sont incrustées dans ta peau,
Et ton corps qui divague,
A la mer aux mille vagues,
Je suis un bateau...
-
J'ai le coeur qui flanche,
A graver sur l'océan, mon sillage,
Quand aux termes du voyage,
Tu ondoies aussi des hanches,
-
...Si c'est basculer dans l'oubli,
Après le parcours les collines,
Les doigts accrochés de senteurs salines,
Aux ondes plissées de ton lit,
-
Quand le désir                   se repose,
Il n'a ni commencement,    ni fin ,
Mais ressuscite,         tout à sa faim,
Il nous combine,       et superpose ...
-
Ma bouche               garde en mémoire,
Le goût de la passion,            en fruits,
Toujours présent, au coeur de la nuit,
>        Sentier lumineux de promenoir.

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Mary

           Mary

Holy Mother Mary 
Always close at hand
I see your sign in my palm 
You calm and understand

Holy Mother Mary
Never there to chide
You mark the hand of all
To still … to love …to guide.


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Not another Girl I would rather forget

Love ain't a feeling, its a state of being
So if you feel in love, you probably ain't.
The anger and frustration will build up
Lie to yourself and your bound to erupt

Hes greasy, hes slimy, hes lying
He laughs behind you back when your crying
You don't know how you got onto his ride
Who hurts a 'friend' when they are crying on the inside

Don't be surprised if your dreams never go away
At night it is all connected like a rape
Feels like we were together just today
Just think about your father and what he would say

How could you do the things you did?
How could you live with the things you hid?
It is okay to be alone sometimes
Life doesn't always have to be a lie

You sold your soul for a glass of wine
You lost your mind at a bad time
And now you don't even know who you are
But deep down I still know you are a star

I don't know if you ever told me the truth
You looked after me when I had a bad tooth
And then we had that crazy new years eve
That is when I knew it was meant to be

But the lies they build up and broke me down
Still I will never forget our time in Cape Town
When the trust is gone, the trust is gone
But the love lingers like a ghost


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Three Among Us Named Sue

Bows in the pigtails, bows on the dress
swinging her arms, loving all the sass
bouncing and beautiful, rounding and rue
we flow into the coming days, of kissing Sue.

Sue is immortal, holding her babes,
loving her man, cooking her meals,
wanting for the beyond, entering her days
slowing and slowing until she sits more than swings.

And there you find her bowed back all alone,
waiting for a call, wanting everyone back home,
kisses so remote, we wonder how they disappear
until we find warmth with the one who calls us home.


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  THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW TO GIVE THANKS
i am joyous- i am overjoyed
for the tragedy a young girl came to avoid
her mother is now infinitely relieved
because i always knew the wondrous woman believed

when she got the sad news there was a shadow cast
but now the sun eradicated the shade at last
there were so many hymns left for her to sing
but she couldn't because her angel had a broken wing

and so her still small voice was quieted by fear
and anguish impossible for a mother to bear
but she looked evil straight in the face
and assured her daughter she'd be all right in her mother's embrace

i am a happy man today for sure
because it seems they finally came upon a cure
today that mother watches her angel hover because of the gift she received
because i always knew the wondrous woman believed
     this lovely lady and i thank the six or seven of
      you who read my poem "THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW TO
                                               PRAY"
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AND IN VIENNA WE WERE POETRY

she talks in words of velvet spoken eloquently
as i read her words fervently
i hear her wit in every word written UN-corrupted by a desire for fame
and sentiments scribed so that people may remember her name

this isn't no spectator's game
it's just a way to read her words of wisdom that ain't always the same
she's a woman with talent i find more intoxicating that wine
and i'd trade almost antthing for her words to reflect some of mine

read the lady and you tell me if she isn't fascination plus a summer's rain
when the flowers cry out for moisture to end a pansy's pain
tell me you don't hear the happiness she deserves in spades
and the sorrow those pansies feels as the sunshine fades

as the church bells are ringing soft and low
her words tell me in which direction i should go
a place where i can escape the ice and the snow
or the wisdom wrapped in every certainty the woman happens to know
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THE EYES OF REVERENCE

Not like a mother’s life for her child
Nor anything crazy or wild
Just a man’s love for the woman who saved him
And secured the walls before his life caved in

Not like a sister’s love for her brother
But a lover of mine like no other
The warmth of her hand when mine grows cold
A woman worth more to me than platinum or gold

Not like a lover you love and finally leave
Just a woman who makes me believe
I now have a belief that a woman can love me
And doesn’t hold the threat of losing her above me

Just a man who sees a woman whose eyes tell a tale
Her eyes reflect a concern I find reverent and regale
A lady who never wavers when I do something dumb
a woman who forgives my need for drugs and wretched rum

not like a mother, a sister or relative of any kind
just the kind of lady I thought I’d never find
a person to say softened things that put me at ease
and the words “forever” and “love” are my only pleas

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    I WONDER ABOUT A WONDROUS WOMAN

How could the woman know me so well?
How can the woman be so wise?
The lady knows she is Heaven and I am Hell
yet we've never looked in each others eyes

she sends me missives like missiles through my mind  
waking me up to what I need to know most
i've never brushed my arm against hers but I can tell she's ultra-kind
and she never demands, gives wrong advice or begins to boast

I write something down and she only need read every other line
yet she knows precisely the reason i'm writing
she takes mediocre and makes it into something i'm proud to call “mine”
and I never get insulted or angered if her comments are bitter or biting

how could a woman I hardly even know know me the way she does?
she dons no costume, no camouflage and certainly no disguise
the lady seems not only to know the “now” but even what was
and all I know with certainty is that the woman is wondrously wise
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I REMEMBER THERE WAS SOMETHING I SHOULDN’T REMEMBER

Forget those eyes that seem so wise yet also eager to learn
Forget the fine figure of a pretty who makes my body burn
Forget her smile that melts snow when wintertime arrives
Forget her laughter that is the reason an orchard of orchids survives

Remember the tongue that spoke of things that would never come to be
Remember the fiery breath of a woman who simply and singularly singed me
Remember the Christmas she discussed that we would never share
Remember the day you discovered the woman didn’t really care

Forget that first night when even neon knew that which we both knew
Forget that first sight when neon instantly united two
Forget the magic of just talking and laughing within her brand new van
Forget that she took a broken being and made me a brand new man

Remember the promises and vows like visiting islands far away
Remember all the falsehoods the lady had to say
Remember all the things the lady swore would eventually occur
But most of all I must remember not to remember her
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          TWINKLE TWINKLE DYING STAR

when i was a little lad i had a puppy named Fred
i loved when Fred used my lap as a bed
he'd romp around in my yard and follow me anywhere
and when it thundered and there was lighting he'd lick away my fear

if i needed something i'd stare at it and he'd fetch it for me
i don't know how he knew but i do know that the truth it be
when i wasn't feeling well and wanted to do nothing but sleep
he'd walk around quiety and not make a peep

he was so understanding and felt compassion from afar
i can't explain it the way i can't explain the dying of a star
his devotion never wavered and his love was all mine
and just like that star i'd watch him shimmer and shine

then i met a woman who did all the same things
but one never knows what fate and providence brings
by the woman i was done in by deceipt and wished i was dead
and i also wish instead of that woman i still had Fred
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Misunderstood

The constant chatter from his nagging wife
Was driving him insane

She wouldn't let him have his space
To watch the football game

Marvelous around the house
She was so domesticated

But when Sunday rolled around
She left him feeling aggravated

This was a man with morals
He would never lift his hand

Sometimes he would raise his voice
Hoping she would understand

It was not deliberately
Her intentions were good

She was simply trying to show him love
In the best way she could

A woman misunderstood


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Am I a Woman or a Man

Who shall I be today
For I can be anybody I can
I have the freedom reign to roam
Am I a woman or a man

I operate under you noses
Leaving clues to who I am
Maybe it's in my character
Am I a woman or a man

Light or berry be I
Maybe sad because I need to be scanned
To many I am under your skin
Am I a woman or a man

So many of me are around
In deranged open game plan
But will you ever realise
Am I a woman or a man








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Woman



Woman World's most beautiful creature A vision of poetry in motion An apotheosis in satin and lace The ultimate in love and devotion Woman A masterpiece of charm and guile Perfection to the nth degree Few words can describe this beauty A quintessence of love is she Woman Primordial reaction is one of awe When viewing this creature divine The essence of love is all around her On the very edge of sublime Woman Carnal attraction between the sexes Can only describe this bliss The final union of body and soul As we tumble into the abyss © Jack Ellison 2014


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                      IT WAS OVER BEFORE IT BEGAN

I'm certain her favorite colors weren't black and blue
especially when they were in a certain place
he did what all brutish men do
so she found him and took her vows with a demon face to face

the hospital was her second home and/or house
they could have named a wing after this lady's pain
she'd met, fell in love with and lived with a louse
one who didn't mind what damage he could do to her brain

the nurses couldn't have been more kind
they cared for a transient woman without a defense
the whole staff tried to heal her body and mind
but it's difficult to handle a woman who is constantly tense

there were times when I felt like stealing her away
just jump in my car and we two could take flight
but if he caught her she feared what he would do and say
and without a doubt it would lead to a one round fight

one punch and she always went down
the referee didn't even have to get from one to two
his was no ordinary grimace, gritting of teeth or a frown
and that's why she now hates both the colors black and blue
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Lucy Fur

A sultry thief of desperate souls, 
A devilish harlot in disguise. 
Hoarder of damaged and broken hearts, 
Picking up remnants of loves demise. 

Across a flawless, unblemished face, 
Lips curl, a wry smile begins to form. 
A vulture of the vulnerable, 
A red rose with invisible thorns. 

Eerie elegies luring innocent souls, 
A siren's laughter invokes madness. 
Chaos descends upon the willing, 
Naive hearts crumble under duress. 

As the revealing sun shines brightly, 
Clear light helps true intentions unfold, 
Evil lies underneath the white veil, 
Tragic stories of love left untold.


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free cee I AM TIRED OF YOU ALWAYS BEING TIRED

   I'M TIRED OF YOU ALWAYS BEING TIRED

You say my words are ugly because I drink too much
well listen little lady, if you've got a question i've got an answer
you may know how to feel but you don't how to touch
and you are the only thing that hurts almost as much as my cancer

you don't give a sh*t how many hours a day I stay in pain
you just want what you want and when you want it done
you treat me with nothing but contempt and disdain
and you are more heartless then anyone

I am now surrendering to whatever fate has to say
wherever providence leads me that's where i'm going to go
whether it tells me to run or hide away
i'll do what it tells me and go with the flow

wherever the river's current takes me i'll be prepared
wherever the ocean tide takes me i'll rides the waves
maybe you and I were never meant to be paired
because you don't act the way a true lover behaves

my blood runs and spills onto the floor
but that doesn't mean anything to someone like you
a woman unlike any i've ever met before
and quite frankly i'm tired of guessing what you're going to do

I have you on no leash yet you bark and you bite
I try to do things you'll appreciate
but your love of money over me just ain't right
and that's why i'm prepared to follow my fate

I can't get the help I need from you without begging on my knee
if I need an aspirin first I have to act like your slave 
it's as if your objective is to rid yourself of me
and I ain't going to allow no woman to drive me to my grave
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        THAT WHICH THE WOMAN DOES NOT BLUNDERSTAND

methinks the woman believes she can raise the dead
at least that's what resides in her head
mrs. lazarus is simply an illusion
until reality brings her delusion to a conclusion

there are things the lady thinks only she can do
and believes the lady is one of only a precious few
if she perceives that you are asking too much
she simply orders one out of her clutch

she's not a saint yet will tell you otherwise
she'll swear to her Lord and tell you lies
she won't believe a word you'll ever say
and can't hold her betrayal at bay

friends come and go but with this lady the scene is repeated 
but one morning she will awake knowing she's defeated
she'll finally realize how much laughter she muted
and the fact that her ego is out of control cannot be disputed
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     AN EVIL EVENTUALITY

One night I met an evil eyed woman
Her stare made me think she could care
She saw me coming with her evil eyes
While my eyes of blue saw beauty so rare

Her gaze was able to amaze me
And force me on a course I didn’t know was errant
Evil stared at me with unblinking eyes
But my blue eyes were blind to her disguise
Masked in mystery misery became mine
A sign of what I chose to ignore

Each time she came into view I felt brand new
And was born again to love a lamentable lady
One who would stare at me with unblinking eyes
And disguise what I would come to despise
Hidden by hair of silken heaven
And lovely lashes that became gashes on my soul
Her goal was unbeknownst to me
When evil was evaluated by an evaporated eventuality
And a casualty of casual conversation
As I gazed into eyes that amazed me
And dazed me with delinquent delusions
Illusions of elusive adoration
And the creation of a woman with evil eyes 
With an eye on why I was so blind to an unkind lady
With a mind that mastered the maudlin
And could convince me to shed my better judgment
In favor of a future that was only a fantasy
And a destiny that the deleterious defies
Just to be seen by a woman with evil eyes

It was a time of torment and torture
Devised by a woman no man could ignore
I would come to realize she had evil eyes
When I watched her disappear forevermore
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   I'M TIRED OF YOU ALWAYS BEING TIRED

You say my words are ugly because I drink too much
well listen little lady, if you've got a question i've got an answer
you may know how to feel but you don't how to touch
and you are the only thing that hurts almost as much as my cancer

you don't give a sh*t how many hours a day I stay in pain
you just want what you want and when you want it done
you treat me with nothing but contempt and disdain
and you are more heartless then anyone

I am now surrendering to whatever fate has to say
wherever providence leads me that's where i'm going to go
whether it tells me to run or hide away
i'll do what it tells me and go with the flow

wherever the river's current takes me i'll be prepared
wherever the ocean tide takes me i'll rides the waves
maybe you and I were never meant to be paired
because you don't act the way a true lover behaves

my blood runs and spills onto the floor
but that doesn't mean anything to someone like you
a woman unlike any i've ever met before
and quite frankly i'm tired of guessing what you're going to do

I have you on no leash yet you bark and you bite
I try to do things you'll appreciate
but your love of money over me just ain't right
and that's why i'm prepared to follow my fate

I can't get the help I need from you without begging on my knee
if I need an aspirin first I have to act like your slave 
it's as if your objective is to rid yourself of me
and I ain't going to allow no woman to drive me to my grave
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To a person, they say, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine's poem: A celle que l'on dit froide

To the person, they call, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : A celle que l’on dit froide

(Poem written on September 5, 1889 at Aix-les-Bains, which I found a bit jarring with abrupt exclamations and interrogations, not to mention the repetitive « jusqu’à/aux » which somewhat marrs the tour de terrain of the young lady’s seductive contours. The second person familiar pronoun « tu » is used throughout by the persona.
T. Wignesan)

You are not the most loving
Of those who partook of my flesh ;
You’re not the most appetising
Of women other winters me enmesh.

But I adore you all the same !
Besides your body sweet and benign
Overall in its supreme calm,
So generously endowed feminine.    

So voluptuous that words cannot suffice,
From the feet upwards lingeringly kissed
Up to those clear pure ecstactic eyes
So much for the good or better be appeased !

Rising from the legs and the thighs
Green fresh under the taut young skin,
Your odour of medical splnts well-nigh 
Comes through the smell of crayfish*, looking 

Winsome, discreet, a soft little Thing
Hardly slender or the shadow of one,
Out as an apotheose unfurling
To my raucous desire numb.

Upto the budding nipples infantile,
Peaking hardly at puberty of a miss,
Upto your neck triumphant while
Swan-like sail down your body Venus,

Upto these shoulders lush and glowing,
Surging over the mouth on to the forehead
Looks so naïve innocent-looking
Such that the truth may be forfeited,

Upto her close-cut haïr curling as
The tonsure of a handsome young lad,
But whose waves, overall, charm us,
The way they dress without fuss or fad. 

Then, going past slowly down the spine
Made for pleasure undulating, up to
The sumptuous buttocks, whiteness divine,
Roundness by the scissor legs apt to

Fluffy Canova ! Upto the thighs
That we salute yet once more,
Down the calves, deliciously tight,
Down to the heels of golden rose !

Were the ties that bound us unforced ?
No, but they were their own attraction.
Was the fire engendered by us mad ?
No, but it provided the heat in unison.

As for the Point, Frigid ? Not at all. Fresh.
I said that our « earnest concentration »
Was above all and I lick my lips,
Something surely better than masturbation.

Although this’s also those propensities
Which got you prepared well together,
As you/they say, such improprieties ,
Made of me a Lodger.

And I keep you among the/my women,
With regret, but not without some hope
That by the way we may make love when
We see ourselves again, I hope !

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AS I STROLLED PAST THE PAST

I saw a soul so seductive
A wild woman with wile
Meeting her would have been counter-productive
Because I am a fool given to guile

She strolled by me with a stimulating smile
Yet I simply frowned in response
My life wouldn’t become hers to defile
For I am akin to a candle searching for a sconce

I am a candle being burned at both ends
As the flame heads for the center of wax
I have too many enemies but precious few friends
And love is something reality redundantly redacts

I watched the woman walk wondrously by
But I’ve known too many ladies who lie
They voice falsehoods and then say “goodbye”
As weariness and woefulness grow nigh

They come nearer to me than I need them to be
While the seductive tempt me with a grin
I don’t want to know why they want to know me
Because only a fool would want the scurrilous to begin
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Love Aligns

Love Aligns

Of names given at birth, one blooms special. 
Mary seems to me a popular name.
Common folks and royalty likewise called.
But no two named Mary are quite the same.

A young girl named Mary lived righteously.
By God she was favored, is history.
She willingly bore God's begotten son. 
Obscure to man…virgin birth mystery. 

Infant queen, Mary of Scotland, betrothed,
Had escaped Henry the Viii rough wooing.
Life's whirlwinds, deaths and romance havocked her life.
Politics sent beheading ensuing.

Mary Read of Devon County, England
Surrounded by death, raised as a boy.
Captured by pirates of the Caribbean Sea,
Became a pirate herself, lived wild joy.

Mother and Daughter, writers named Mary, 
Mary Wollstonecraft, swayed by T. Paine, wrote
"A Vindication of the Rights of Woman," (1792)
The thoughts of a mother, by death made remote.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, sweet sixteen,
Strong spirited, influenced by her mom
Left home to be Percy's mistress…outcast.
Sorrows in life are Frankenstein's where-from. 

Mary Anning, a woman paleontologist,
Prepared fossils from Jurassic era beds.
Well-known by geologists, financially poor,
Put new ideas in scientific thinkers heads.

Famous women named Mary nowadays abound. 
From Mary Anne on Gilligan's Island
To Mary Poppins flying through the air.
Each Mary, in her own way has some life brightened.

All of the women I have presented herein.
Have one thing in common: strength and chagrin.
But, there is not one Mary I read about or met.
Whose loves like my grandmother's was fashioned. 

She, was a woman of strength, strong will, and spunk.
But, tenderly, she comforted many a tear.
Teaching young children from her sewing machine,
She consistently worked to keep family near.

She offered fresh fruit from the family tree.
I know her sweetness from Heaven shines.
Without her love, I wonder where I would be.
When I hear the name Mary, love aligns. 


© July 17, 2010



REFERENCES: 
1.  Mary Queen of Scots: http://www.rampantscotland.com/famous/blfammqos.htm     
2.  Famous Pirate: Mary Read: http://www.thewayofthepirates.com/famous-pirates/mary-read.php
3.  Mary Wollstonecraft & Mary Shelley: http://classiclit.about.com/od/wollstonecraftmary/a/
aa_famousmother.htm
4.  Mary Anning: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Anning


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FREE CEE whutevah

   I'M TIRED OF YOU ALWAYS BEING TIRED

You say my words are ugly because I drink too much
well listen little lady, if you've got a question i've got an answer
you may know how to feel but you don't how to touch
and you are the only thing that hurts almost as much as my cancer

you don't give a sh*t how many hours a day I stay in pain
you just want what you want and when you want it done
you treat me with nothing but contempt and disdain
and you are more heartless then anyone

I am now surrendering to whatever fate has to say
wherever providence leads me that's where i'm going to go
whether it tells me to run or hide away
i'll do what it tells me and go with the flow

wherever the river's current takes me i'll be prepared
wherever the ocean tide takes me i'll ride the waves
maybe you and I were never meant to be paired
because you don't act the way a true lover behaves

my blood runs and spills onto the floor
but that doesn't mean sh*t to someone like you
a woman unlike any i've ever met before
and quite frankly i'm tired of guessing what you're going to do

I have you on no leash yet you bark and you bite
I try to do things you'll appreciate
but your love of money over me just ain't right
and that's why i'm prepared to follow my fate

I can't get the help I need from you without begging on my knee
if I need an aspirin first I have to act like your slave 
it's as if your objective is to rid yourself of me
and I ain't going to allow no woman to drive me to my grave
             © 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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FREE CEE i am tired of always being tired

   I'M TIRED OF YOU ALWAYS BEING TIRED

You say my words are ugly because I drink too much
well listen little lady, if you've got a question i've got an answer
you may know how to feel but you don't how to touch
and you are the only thing that hurts almost as much as my cancer

you don't give a sh*t how many hours a day I stay in pain
you just want what you want and when you want it done
you treat me with nothing but contempt and disdain
and you are more heartless then anyone

I am now surrendering to whatever fate has to say
wherever providence leads me that's where i'm going to go
whether it tells me to run or hide away
i'll do what it tells me and go with the flow

wherever the river's current takes me i'll be prepared
wherever the ocean tide takes me i'll rides the waves
maybe you and I were never meant to be paired
because you don't act the way a true lover behaves

my blood runs and spills onto the floor
but that doesn't mean anything to someone like you
a woman unlike any i've ever met before
and quite frankly i'm tired of guessing what you're going to do

I have you on no leash yet you bark and you bite
I try to do things you'll appreciate
but your love of money over me just ain't right
and that's why i'm prepared to follow my fate

I can't get the help I need from you without begging on my knee
if I need an aspirin first I have to act like your slave 
it's as if your objective is to rid yourself of me
and I ain't going to allow no woman to drive me to my grave
             © 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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FREE CEE reverently remember rehab

    REVERENTLY REMEMBER REHAB

What can I say?
You are taking your away
all alone with the essentials and determination
learning how to battle pain drug free while armed with invaluable information

you walked into this place a woman weakened by woe
tired of the sour theme song to your life the way it was then
but every time you become blinded by the lights of temptation just remember
way back when
the first day you walked into captivity
feeling pitiful but not seeking pity
there were searchlights no one but you could see
and they were all aimed at you directly
your allies suddenly became the enemy with eyes like fire burning in the night
a frail waif of a woman filled with fear and fretful of forceful fright
but somehow wet cement suddenly became stone
and you learned to deal with every ache in your body and bone
you gained strength armed with the fortitude to fight back
and freedom's sun provided you with what you believed you may always lack
while with fortitude,wisdom and without any doubt
you came upon a finality to finally find your way out

but now a back yard black iron gate means nothing to you except a reverent reverie
for you've found your way through the thickets and thorns cleverly
so now as you ready your luggage and fleetingly pack
I beg you now, stay strong and to this place of pity please never come back
                        © 2012.......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

 


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THE ROSE THAT GROWS NEXT DOOR

THE ROSE THAT GROWS NEXT DOOR

Why did you ask why we did that?
Who know?
Who knows why a rebel held a rose
A rose who rose to the occasion
And lent the rebel lessons on how to hold a flower
Properly and not property as such
Tender to the touch
Lest the remnants of lavender be shed from lips of moisture born
For that rebel realized upon this rose she bore no thicket nor thorn
Two souls so close
Yet with minds set so far apart
But heart met panting heart on nights of youthful yearning
The younger rebel bent on learning
That rose dripping virgin dew
And suddenly the garden seemed brand new
The rose laid the rebel’s head gently on a cloud as angels declared it her bed
While a rebel was held captive by every petal 
And that which the rose had said
She said “I am a rose for a rebel to behold,
I, a bit older, yet here to stoke two smoldering desires
A rose who grows and a rebel who starts fires”
……………………………….Why?
Why did you ask why we did that?
Who really knows?
Do you my rebel’s rose?
 © 2011.….free cee!
(this was written for a woman clouded by a teen's clandestine desire to defy 
authority, and impressed a woman recently whomI know not but for her glorious, 
thought provoking and nestalgic words knit together so as to create sweaters to keep 
us all warm....a fire for all of us to stoke...many of you know her words, and by her 
stats i'd say she's crowned every bit a poet......and with surety I say "thanks teach, 
now could you get some people to read the stuph you don't seem to deem trash, you 
know, like the little innocents they now find bi-weekly in a landfill near you?  ~f!~


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BY FREE CEE da vincis load

have you ever met a woman who swore it took just one look
but all she was concerned with was what you could put in her pocket book?
she'll call you sweetheart, dearest, darling and honey
but to her your only name is Mr. Money

she'll swear your eyes send shivers up her spine
but all she actually sees in your eyes are a dollar sign
the lady will soon have you paying her rent
until almost all of your money is spent

she'll wiggle, giggle, and bat her eye lash
but all the lady cares about is your available cash
she'll swear to be your mistress, your lover or whore
but enough isn't good enough for a woman who merely wants more

have you ever met a lady who vows to love and obey
so long as you can come up with money with which to pay?
the woman will swear you're Da Vinci's most superb design
well if you've never had a woman like this you should meet mine
   (c) 2012...PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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An Amazing Woman

Gentle, yet hardened appendages reach out from her being
As eyes, that have seen many years, look piercingly about
My mother, she greets me as she has always, like her baby
With a smile and with love, her voice then gives to shout

Happiness is felt when her presence is acknowledged
This woman of many years offers love through her ways
She personifies virtue, for her honesty’s never diminished
She is caring and loving as her generosity’s displayed

My mother, a woman of whit, of words and of honor
She taught that dignity is the prize for which to strive
She means more today, though I’m a man of my forties
As I’m still then her baby and will be forever, in her eyes


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omnipresent omnipotence

     OMNIPRESENT OMNIPOTENCE
It was the worst tragedy I’d ever care to see
And it happened to me
It was the first tragedy my life would undergo
It was a tragedy worse than a roaring ocean’s undertow

There was blood involved and painful screams
This was torture beyond my malevolent dreams
Many were there to watch the agony displayed
Bloody hands, bloody sheets, and blood that will never fade

That blood is a reminder of the day torture came to call
I can envision the bloodiness and agony of it all
A woman moaning and begging for the pain to end
As for me that day of torture left scars no one could ever mend

“oh please dear God,” the woman pled
“end this torture for another’s body I have bled”
Now this may not have been the worst torture on earth
But for me that omnipresent torture began on the day of my bloody birth
          © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~


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CONtempTUouS ConCErn

                     CONTEMPTUOUS CONCERN
 
I’ve never held such contempt for a woman I love so much
I’ve never been so repelled by a lover’s tender touch
I’ve never woken up with dripping eyes for a true lover lost
And no other lover ever made me fall sleep feeling so tired and tossed

It’s what I find despicable about her that makes my smile fade
It’s what I mind when she does the things a preacher once forbade
The sun is ignited by the fire that burns inside of me for her
And it’s the agitation and aggravation she so easily can spur

It’s difficult to face the day knowing somewhere she exists
And so the darkness of my detrimental determination persists
For I am determined to scream loud enough that she can hear from miles away
And she’s also the reason I hold a heart full of hatred from day to miserable day

The lady may never hear of my feelings and soulfulness she stole 
And before I met the heat of her heart I was still a man with soul
These are all the facts and admissions the woeful woman may never know
And as for myself even I do not understand why I still love the woman so
    © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~~free cee!~


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From Mother to Child

Truer words have never been spoken
As in the story I have to tell.
Of a woman’s nine month journey
And her emotional trip through hell.

Now this woman was in shock, of course
When she found out she was with child.
This state of shock, to say the least,
Was anything but mild.

For this woman, herself, was a child
At the age of only eighteen.
With termination out of her head
What she must do was eventually seen.

She knew she couldn’t support a baby
Out there on her own.
Even though her family promised
That she would never be alone.

And so the woman’s search began
Then she came to her final option.
Knowing it was for the best,
She decided on adoption.

She knew it would be difficult
To be so far apart.
Away from something that she loved
And would always miss in her heart.


With emotions running mad
She somehow found a friend.
At Mother Goose Adoptions
Her troubles would soon end.

For it was there that she met Dawn
The woman sent to her aid.
When Dawn told her how things worked
Her troubles began to fade.

Dawn reassured the woman
That the couple would be the best.
Because it was the woman’s job
To choose a couple better than the rest.

So she began to look through profiles
Then she stumbled across a pair.
From down within the Southern states
Who were full of love and care.

The woman knew they were the ones
Within the blink of an eye.
Yet for some odd reason 
She still wanted to cry.

For she knew deep down inside
This was something she’d never forget.
Because the thought still picked at her
If this was something she might regret.

Though she had her reasons
Some more obvious than a few
She knew this was something that must happen
For the benefit of you.

Your happiness and well-being
Are all that this was for.
Though it was for the better
The woman’s heart, this tore.

I pray that you are smart enough
To see what you must see.
For if you haven’t guessed by now
The woman is none other than me.

I wish I could express in words
Just what I’d like to say.
I wanted you to know the truth
And this was the best way.

Remember that I do love you
And that I’ll always care.
And if you ever need something
I’ll drop everything just to be there.

This story is not over
Though this poem will now end.
For as you sit here reading this
All my love I do send.