To the right of my screen, what should I see?
There’s a plus-sized blonde wearing a dress that’s pretty.
Kudos to you for making clothes for the large lady.
Those are the kinds of women that appeal to me.
What you are selling them really looks nice.
Your clothing does justice for a big girl at a good price.
I want to see a woman of mine in your dress.
For the business you are in, I wish you success.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
Once gave a girl I liked a black
Tribal mask from Africa, with real hair.
Don’t know why, but she gave me it back.
It all went downhill from there.
Then I fancied her sister Gail
And at Christmas I presented her in vain
With my collection of clippings of toenail.
She never answered my calls again.
Some women are very attractive
It’s nice to enjoy their tease,
But I’m a guy who’s culturally active,
And women are so hard to please.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
Know how to make
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
You love the warrior woman
the one who's in control
you love the sweet seductress
who electrifies your soul
You love the teasing temptress
the woman who knows to please
you love the siren vixen
who makes you fall to your knees
You love the modern lady
who's full of class and finesse
who takes it all in her stride
knows how to dress and undress
You love the pretty woman
who graces you with a smile
the loving kind supporter
who makes it all seem worthwhile
Why can't you love the captive
who's imprisoned by your love?
The one who needs your kindness
to know what life is made of?
Why can't you love the weak one
who needs your strength to survive?
the one who clings to your heart,
for your soul keeps her alive?
Why can't you love the hurt one
who needs healing from your lips?
the "thirsty for love" woman,
who's only been granted sips?
Why can't you love her fully,
for all the good and the bad?
Love her in her sheer madness
Love her when her heart is glad
Be different from mortal men
Who desire what appeals
Be her hero of valor
who feels all that her heart feels
For I am myriad women
in the body of just one
Don't love just a part of me
or I'm sure your love to shun
Love my strong fighting spirit
Love my broken weakened mind
Love seductress and seduced
Love with madness that is blind
If you love in completeness
If you treasure all I am
You'll be my king and lover
I will make you feel all man!
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
It is the nature of man to pursue
And woman’s to be pursued
Man must do the wooing
And woman must be wooed
It is the nature of man to conquer
And woman to play it coy
He must be the strong one
She must act like his toy
It is the nature of man to explore
And woman’s to be sedate
He must push the limits
She must make him wait
Ah...woman, you are to hold back
And make him beg for more
You must keep yourself aloof
And just hint at what’s in store
You must give a only a portion
To keep him from discontent
Must be sparing with your love
To make his jealousy hell bent
For it is the nature of man to chase
And woman to lend to the chase
But learn this from me, angel
These notions are vile and base
For if your man has such a nature
And slights your consuming love
Don’t waste on him your passion
Escape on wings of a dove
For love knows no rules or decorum
It will do what it may please
So do what you fancy best
Be assertive when you tease
For know that when the day‘s done
And you are lying in bed alone
You must be true to yourself
Strip “Nature” down to the bone.
Obey the voice of your heart, love
Don’t fall prey to “nature’s” game
Be a woman of these times
And put these silly rules to shame!
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012
A soul cries yet nobody hears him
They say he has neither a head nor limbs
But he has a soul and a spirit
Undesirable is the soul to be taken from the womb
A soul cries yet nobody hears him
His voice is so mild that no one can hear him
He’s damned for a crime he didn’t commit
No supplication and inspiration to share
A soul still cries yet nobody hears him
He has neither words nor songs to hymn
He’s languishing from a lashing whip
A victim to hatred, dubiety and immorality
A soul cries yet nobody seems to care
He pleas for his precious life to be spared
Yet with a mild voice no one will give an ear
With despair he cries and screams into the night
A soul cries yet this girl has turned a deaf ear
A voice tells her “eliminate him from here”
But a master fate will sometimes have it to be
The Dame escorted him six feet underground
The Poet Preacher © 2014
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2014
Putting on her running shoes
Walking in them for a mile
Opening up my mind
Living her life for a while
Thoughts running rampant
Despair is building fast
Hopelessness and frustration
Leaves me feeling aghast
"How can he love me
He hits me with his fist
I live in constant fear
That I will get him pissed
Will he like my clothes today
Will I say something wrong
It seems I do nothing right
Just how with him do I belong
He tells me I am worthless
That I don't have a brain
He wants to control me
He's driving me insane
Maybe he will stop one day
When I behave how he wishes
Maybe if I lose some weight
Or cook all his favorite dishes"
I bore him two precious children
I try hard to be a loving wife
We exchanged vows before god
Will this be my sentence for life
He said if I leave I won't survive
I'm useless and past my prime
That he hopes I don't get killed
That accidents happen all the time"
My mile walk is completed
I'm relieved taking off her shoes
I must try to convince her
She doesn't deserve this abuse
Women shelters are available
Friends will show their support
Your children need you happy
Stop cutting your self worth short
You have so much to offer
You're generous, witty and kind
Embrace a safe and loving life
Leave the battered one behind
You'll learn to love yourself
Then true happiness will begin
Never again will you live in fear
Just embrace the strength within
03/ 17/ 2014
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2014
Don’t play with my heart
You mischievous boy
I know what you want
You just want a toy
Don’t try to be cute
Don’t try to be sweet
You just want to eat
A sugary treat
Then lick your fingers
And be on your way
Well, listen up boy
Hear now what I say
Yes, I am yummy
And yes, I am FINE
But, please, do beware
Before you do dine
If you have your meal
And then disappear
I’ll give you a kick
A box in the ear
I’ll maul you alright
Make you worse for wear
Fiercer than any
Deranged mama bear
You can fight, but dear
You don’t stand a chance
I’ll cut you down cold
And over you prance
Then lock you away
And swallow the key
Oh baby, don’t mess
Don’t you mess with me!
With all that you know
Do you want to touch?
I’m standing right here
You want me so much?
Right now I’ll be good
And purr and be coy
Because truth be told
You are MY toy boy!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Inspired by Becca :)
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
There is nothing on earth like a mother.
No one compares to her worth.
None have done more for mankind,
Than mothers, who loved us from birth.
Who matches her steadfast devotion?
When all others flee, who remains?
Who picks up our lives and attends us?
Who rocked all our worries away?
No physician has healed more hurts
Or given more comfort or care;
Has tended to body and spirit,
Than mother, whose touch was there.
No judge has calmed more conflicts
Or settled more cases on earth,
Than mother who daily stood with us,
Always defending our worth.
No preacher has whispered more prayers
Or poured out more tears to the Lord,
Than mothers, before we were born:
Began lifting us up evermore.
No role that I know can eclipse this;
Save Jesus my Lord who before her,
Gave Himself, full surrender like mothers
Oh the crowns upon these He’ll confer!
Thank God for the worth of a mother,
Unsung heroes who “make” our world.
All of heaven knows what many miss:
There is nothing on earth like a mother.
Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2016
A Woman’s Voice
Enter the universe after the billions of eons
Girls grow from it on a song
Evolve with perfect sound and pitch into a woman
Their voice is everything the universe is not
Men adore the cosmic storm and war
But prefer the soft sensuous sounds
The perfect cure
Of a woman’s whispers in their ear
Music resonates from their lovely lips
Made in a mystery on the mist
A woman’s voice is softer than an ocean bed
Calms the fever born in nature
Tragic life is darker in the silence
Love and whispers fill in with sound
Warm kisses with the softest touch
Speak volumes when it's found
A woman’s voice fills in all holes
Lifts their song along the wind and void
Launched in laughter light escapes
Enters the soul and sooths
When women cry, babies are born
Both sing and feel the sound of warmth
Cuddle up beside the cozy fireplace
Mom reads stories in her gentlest intonations
Eons take us back to the creation
Melodies formed from that deep womb
A women’s voice is magic
Listen… It sounds like this
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
What is it that make women so beautiful
Is it their eyes, their personality, their smile
Their alluring soft and mellow voice
That whispers let's talk for a while
Intelligence is definitely a very big factor
Coz when the loving's all done
Need to discuss the happenings of the day
And the recent soap opera fun
Love is much more that a roll in the hay
To last, it needs friendship as well
So hard to love someone if liking's not part
It's really quite easy to tell
So what is it that make women so beautiful
Those things and a whole lot more
That overwhelming totally feminine thing
The beauty that all men adore
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
Sampson’s Destiny was on a divine construction
Until a conniving Delilah brought him to destruction
A ‘Chick’ nearly destroyed David’s Kingdom
His son followed and defiled his wisdom
‘Cause of a whore Julius Caesar suffered ignominy
Mac Anthony was seduced and destroyed by a ‘ chick in mini’
Women in their twilight have destroyed many rulers
Women of easy virtue have ruined many Leaders
The hand that spread the bed felled a mighty-nation
Yea! That crafty heart has cast down a generation
She has slain many strong men, upon them she cast a spell
Her home is the broad way to hell
Young man! Be thou vigilant against this dangerous threat
Young man! Mummy warn thee of that ‘chick’ called Annette
If this virus can ravage ‘Giftedly Anointed’ men
Then common men, thou not skirt a whore’s den
Young man restrain thy Sexual Power!
Young woman control thy Sexual Power!
Restrain thy sexual drive for a righteous course
Look to Christ, He is thy strength and source
Consider the Son of Man! Who was never moved by evil
Consider the Son of Man! Who was never moved by the devil
David wrote of such an obedient Son
One more glorious than the noon day sun
“He shall be as the light of the morning
Springing out of the earth by shining”
He was moved by Eternal Affection
He was tempted yet lived a life of Perfection
Do not give your strength to women, Nor that which destroy kings- Proverbs 31:3[NKJV]
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013
(Inspired by Demetrios Trifiatis' Woman's Day Poems)
At this ripe old age of seventy-eight
Thought girlies would no longer phase me
On the contrary, more now than ever before
A lifetime girl watchers club honouree
A member of the club of leering old men
They still turn my rusty old crank
Just because sometimes I fail to zip up
I'm still pretty alert to be frank
I admit at times I forget to wear jockeys
In combination with failing to zip up
The impact of these two glaring omissions
Cause a furor when playing mini-putt
Sure gather a crowd, thought at first it was me
My rugged good looks and stuff
Soon realized they all were focusing below
Guess it's better than playing in the buff
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
There almost was an invasion
By the french but was foiled
A wench stopped the battalion
By getting them well oiled
Jemina N had the gumption
To take them to the inn
Rushed them to the publican
Whose beer was served within
She soon rallied up the women
Dressed in national dress
French thought it was a battalion
Surrended with no fuss
No thoughts on Bristol and London
No longer wanted to fight them
So was a foregone conclusion
No courage in boozed men.
To honour these brave welsh women
A tapestry was made
A pretty commemoration
To women of Fishguard
Thanks to the feisty West Walian Women led by Jemina Nicholas. In 1797 the French intension to invade Bristol and London, was foiled. Last attempt for anyone to invade Britain
Penned by Seren Roberts
9th January 2013
Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2013
Women are my favourite kind of people
I drool at the one's in bikinis
Getting a stirring, you know where I mean
Some might call it my genie
That's not obscene, kinda cute don't ya think
I tell it like it is dear friends
I've never been one to beat around the bush
Really not concerned by the trends
Come out and say what's really on my mind
No confusion or mistaking my point
It sure would be better if we all did the same
No mixed signals around this joint
So getting back to young girl's in bikinis
No finer picturesque work of art
So the drooling us males are known to do
Is a testament to the joy in our hearts
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015
A woman's beauty
Lies not in her nudity
But in the functionality of her brain
And the direction of her thought's train.
Copyright © Alozor Michael Ikechukwu | Year Posted 2013
Recently read that us male type guys
Are no longer the reigning kings
Women have taken over in recent years
Wearing that crown type thing
Taking advantage of what all that means
They rule the roost with impunity
Strong and confident and capable of leading
Us men nod our heads approvingly
Let's just see if the ladies can do better
We've botched it up good, us guys
I'd predict there'll be no more stupid wars
Imagine sending their sons to die
So raise your glass to this exiting new order
Hope we'll soon come out of this stupor
With the ladies strongly in control of things
I predict a bright, shiny new future
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
Having only mere minutes to skim your sighs,
anesthetize the tip of your unseemly thoughts...
with platitudes for quandaries which fly bye,
we are so much more than frail flowers you have wrought.
We are the breeze, the muse, the bringer, the envoy
lending at days end, the tenderest bits of heart
as on the keys or sewing clothing seams with joy
our fingers never rest 'till days end, from days start.
Our hands grace the garden beds smudged with chlorophyll
and our arms wrap about a naughty childlike pet
then come to rest behind a trusty Parker's quill
for we give so much more with love and no regret.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest:"I'm More Then What you Thought"
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
I have emotions, undone
love I have not won;
My feelings I have shed
for I know what is tread!
To women I shall not bow
Giving an inch they don't allow;
Women with weeping eyes
Take heed, it is not paradise!
By this time all their tears tried
women, don't have to be dried;
Their possessiveness set within
Men lose while they bloody win!
Copyright © Nehpets Gnik | Year Posted 2015
A lady likes to tell her woes
To say just how she's feeling
Be nurtured and be listened to
To help her with the healing
A gentleman will walk away
When he is full of worry
Distract himself with something else
To cover up the flurry
To brush up on the other half
Takes time and lots of learning
For each of them are quite complex
Involving lots of yearning
Both would like to be worked out
In part without a mention
A way to solve their differences
To ease away the tension
If each could understand themselves
To recognise they vary
Then all would make a lot of sense
And Steve could live with Mary
Copyright © Ruth Brown | Year Posted 2015
dismissively lined as "dented and painted"
protesting violence and raping of women
those self-appointed, oh holy and sainted
can we turn another cheek and forgive them?
to relate to another with an iron-bar
to relate to another with utter disdain
to relate to another without human care
is this the civility we wish to attain?
you who are better, more worthy than other
you who are truer, in eyes of your god
you with blood bluer than natural mother
might discern that it's you, who is flawed
sticks, or bars, or clenched fists attest
that you're no better than the rest with
casting of glances from eyes that detest
superimposed superiority is but a myth
want and ignorance are alive and strong
in all nations, so in all the world today
actually, it's been that way - all along
if we wish to civilize we must go all the way
and speak for every individual that spins
on this ball of rock that we call our home
to evolve higher form we must be, in the end
and remember, what is reaped, is what is sown
© Goode Guy 2012-12-29
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2012
Maybe a role reversal is in order here
And us guys could take it or leave it
Whatta mind-blowing experience that would be
The ladies simply couldn't conceive it
Exciting? You ain't just whistling Dixie
There's a stirring deep down in my loins
Quite sexual in nature or my jockeys are too tight
Sometimes I let out a few oinks
Sure would be great to see how that works
To turn the tables on the ladies
I'd say, “I have a bad headache, maybe December
Right now I'm baking some pastries”
Can you just imagine the look on their faces
They'd start to grovel and whimper
“It's already August, not too too long to wait
Before you know it, it'll be winter!”
See, my dear sweeties! How do you like it
To be at the other end of the dial
Cant't tell you how much fun that would be
I'd never be able to wipe off the smile
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
Many men will hate me for shining light on this touchy subject
And women will inevitably want to throw me under a bus
But as sure as a virus is the root of a pandemic
This subject has breached our hull and is now leaking into us
Was it not inevitable this would happen to a culture?
Like roving hoards and idealogy will subjugate the weak
Our religion, arts, and cultural stories now eclipsed by flashy images
And our perceptions of who we are now come from commercial TV
I can image what it was like to be viewed as a witch on trial
And I realize I’m opening myself to the most soul-withering scrutiny
But most every man you meet has struggled with this very issue
And the long and short of this message is this is not about me
Perhaps my fear of women fuels my longing for power
And in this fantasy world nothing ever goes wrong for me
Or perhaps I should say that’s true until the show is over
Then I drown my empty feeling in the asylum of sleep
There are women I know, cherish and respect in my own way
Who I would not touch if I could, because they are my friends
But when I see these women performing these acts on video
It will make me sad because somewhere, someone cherishes them
I can imagine the judgment from those now reading this message
And the chasm of alienation caused by this impossible fantasy world
Propaganda so sophisticated even the Nazis would be jealous
Incinerating the innocence of so many boys and girls
With every view, these women are banished further away from me
But is it possible that all along that was my very goal?
I don’t understand them, and they don’t understand me
And sometimes I have to wonder if I hate their very souls
Then I think of women that inspire me like Shakespeare
Who I would without hesitation give my life to save theirs
Then I wonder if their man has his own hidden porno stash
And is imprisoning their ‘lady’ in a cell of hopeless fears
I do not wish to plant a seed of doubt in the minds of women
For many men say they do not find pornography appealing
In many cases I guess these guy’s brains are wired differently
And regarding this widespread religion, I think many are not even lying
Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2011
Her smile was sweet and infectious,
As she walked with a swinging step.
Glancing both to her left and right,
With a winning charm, most adept.
Bearing a certain cool aplomb,
Her hat nonchalant upon her head,
In colors that appear to glow,
And blossom in purple and red.
Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2016
Taking the risk,
Baring the soul,
Seeking the wisdom
That shall make us whole.
Raising the arms,
Spreading the wings,
Hearing the music
That deep in us sings.
Stepping the dance,
Chanting the song,
Feeling the sisterhood
Tender and strong.
Sharing the love,
Speaking the name,
Calling the blessing
And lighting the flame.
Take the Dagger from my Heart, Please- Poetry Contest
sponsored by Broken Wing
N/A in Premiere Contest Number 5, Judged 8/27/2016
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2016
GREED VS. NEED
i ain't eager to get even
since settling scores ain't my stick
it's just that to you money means being mean
and i think that's pretty damned sick
share the wealth don't mean nothing to you
not with a twenty in your pocket book by prada
take that twenty and keep it all to your self
and sing a song of yada yada yada
money to you means a cage or a corral
and i suppose only women who keep men in cages believe they rule
well keep singing that song of greed plus selfishness sung
but honey, money won't turn this man into your phool
will you still have that song to sing when they take all your valuables away?
because ill-gotten gains usually never amount to much
so keep up the melody and get a choir to sing harmony
because one day you may find that money will only be used to buy you a crutch
i ain't out to even no score with you
take your green goddess and fold it into two
place it back into Prada's produce
because one day you'll find out what happens to greedy women like you
(c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012
"You likely don't have the right dress,
but my sister's just your size."
My date brought with him this "choice" outfit
to which she'd said her goodbyes.
Now, I'm thinking it was just a joke
from him who had asked me out.
Dressed in his sister's hand-me-down,
my mind's at work, I don't pout.
He's in there dancing with someone else
I have a plan which may work.
Knowing the coat check girl, we giggle,
and trade dresses on a quirk.
She's a trooper, she'll carry this off;
her dress fits me - simply green.
Red dress goes on the floor for a show
a fan keeps her face unseen.
He stops in shock, then approaches her,
his hand put around her waist.
"Where have you been, my Cinderella?"
Fan closes, she slaps his face.
He races to the coat check counter
and claims his coat, if you please.
I please alright, and good evening sir;
he gets it, minus his keys.
Meanwhile, exchanging dresses quickly,
she's back in green on the spot.
Returning for keys he gets the news,
"Your date took your chariot."
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013
Without love, life would have no meaning
No incentive to get up every morn
It motivates us to reach brand new heights
As we greet each new day that's born
When we find that extra special someone
The world becomes so much brighter
Annoying little things no longer bother us
Our load seems a whole lot lighter
Imagine if the world never heard of love
Walk around in a robotic state
That's surely not an attractive scenario
THEY would decide who's your mate
Think I'll stick with human type girlies
Robotic women wouldn't ring my gong
Give me some sweet, soft, tender pink skin
Clanging metal wouldn't turn me on!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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
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/
4. Mary Anning: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Anning
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
How much? A phrase so common
The worth a commodity should wear on.
But what else can give it that price tag
Than the present value it now has.
So unfortunate most girls don’t know how much they are
Displaying what ought to be covered
And giving it all on a platter
So men have no need to dig further.
Howling and moaning under leaves and branches
The lucky ones get the honor of a back seat.
Even most animals can’t get so low
How cheap they are, this goes to show.
Wished only you knew
How “your honeys” now see you.
You can no longer walk by tall as you used to
Now they have known all that it is about you.
Painted withered flowers blooming around
So breath-taking yet so sour
Fading the more they are used.
How much now are you?
Copyright © Okunsebor Williams | Year Posted 2013