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
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.
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.
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!
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 :)
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
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
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
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]
(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
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
"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."
A woman's beauty
Lies not in her nudity
But in the functionality of her brain
And the direction of her thought's train.
A shriek rings out
the women's bathhouse invaded
A flustered man is past the door, intruded
Naked women milling about
All without a clout
The girls hide with hands their pudenda
Especially those built like Brunhilda
But fair Rosamund, no bother
just her face does cover
Next day he might know them as they were
but never never the naked her!
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
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!~
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
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?
Men are strong of the body, you’ll find
Stressing an importance of their size
While women, gentler and fairer, too
Can still overpower us guys
They have this thing, a power, I’d say
To control, manipulate and win
Yet, they let us think it’s us that control
When it really happens to be them
Their batting eyelashes, even their smarts
As their brains far surpassed ours
Is enough to drive us all fetal posing
Experiencing the worst of their powers
They can have us do anything at anytime
They get us to do all their bidding
They have it all over us, they really do
Of this, I am not kidding
For we can work hard, achieve all our goals
But if the right woman were to cross your path
All of your riches, your home, your dreams
You’d have to share, for yours would not last
But this now I say, it’s perfect this way
Just learn to accept and expect
Because to love them, is truly the best
As they get us to stand then erect
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
Wine, women and song-
both over- and understated.
Nonsense to the uninitiated.
This is how my daydream began:
gyrating on stage with long hair
like and adolescent shaman-
visions of a young Jim Morrison.
Wine, women and song-
punk, funk, southern boogie drunk
battle ax guitars, pounding drums
blacken and brutal beer soaked bars.
This is the dream come true:
an insidious reality
that suddenly struck rude.
Nonsense to the uninitiated.
Now, it is still the wine
women and song that I long for.
both over-and understated.
I've known about this
For a few months now
But in my heart
It still hurts somehow
There are women out there
They want to abort
Those women are ones
They should be in court
For I could never hurt
An infant so small
They never asked for life
Just where is the law
How could anyone
Just end life by killing
To throw it all away
To a small life that was willing
So think about life
Before you just end it
The good Lord will help you
If you only defend it
Don't let anyone
Make up your mind
Think of the baby
And what love you will find
Women, please listen to what I have to say!
Unfortunately, so many men were misjudged.
Listen to the things and then please decide
As to whether or not we deserve your love.
We were taught the ways of being strong,
Importance of standing up for our rights
But, now as men, those traits live on
And you women just say we enjoy fights.
In fact, if given a choice in the matter
Most men would choose to walk away
We enjoy our friendship with all the guys
And may want to hang out with them one day.
We were taught not to talk when taking a pee.
Never, oh never , to look around!
We would be labeled, oh yes, for the rest of our days
So, we just keep our eyes affixed to the ground.
Many were taught to hold open the doors
When women were walking on through.
Because of Steinham and the bra burning days
Some chivalry was lost unto you.
Though some are romantic and others are not.
It doesn’t mean love can’t be found.
Just open your eyes and open your hearts.
Know their love, still has no bounds.
You see, many today, all men just the same
Seek the love that you can provide
Yes, we love your scent and arousal is easy
However, we just want to be by your side.
Any way to be near, is the way to be had,
And recognize the fact that we’re there.
For many just like the smell of perfume
As others, they like to twirl hair.
I, speaking for them, can’t tell you everything
For there is an unwritten law.
Just remember each time you judge one of us
That women, too, have their flaws.
I look at art and I see beauty.
I read poems and reveal it too.
I walk among nature and feel it.
I witness it all, but I don’t know you.
Women, God’s handiwork, tough to read
They have plagued mankind for years.
We can love, appreciate and worship them.
We fall victim and are brought to tears.
Women are not objects, but objectified.
They can be overly suggestive, yet pure.
They can assault our being, yet we stay.
When it comes to them, we always want more.
We can defy them, but later need them.
We can hear their breaths, hear each beat.
When it comes to lust, oh so very often,
We also tend to grovel at women’s feet.
Men act like fools when around them,
Stuttering thoughts that never come clean.
We’d like to say how we love, need them.
But have not the words to say what we mean.
God was generous with the beauty He gave,
A variety of different colors and even size.
I wish He gave men the smarts, though,
So we can see women clearly in our eyes.
Let’s not waste time, trying to figure out.
Let’s just admire, respect, and cherish them all.
Let’s just open and share what we’re feeling
For women are needed, without them we fall.
Many of them have fallen victim.
Support those who have, give them a hand.
Give them not pity, that is not wanted,
Give them your heart that would be grand.