Tic tac! Tic tac! Time flies
Encompassing fears and tribulations, she smiles
A second's like a gemstone before her eyes
Trying to please the World before the night cries
What a prodigious woman
Mother of my mother
Without prevaricating, the astonishing wonder
Among many, she dominates like thunder
Made a name that no man can put asunder
What a prodigious woman
Round thew globe and down to Enugu city
Protects her children with love and ferocity
Her achievements soaring the greatest mountain
And her exquisite body that makes men hunting
What a prodigious woman
What a PRODIGIOUS woman
Dedicated to my grandmother, Mrs Egbuna.
(FOR MY IRISH GODMOTHER WHOM MOST OF WHO I AM IS A REFLECTION OF THE GREAT WOMAN SHE IS!)
"Am proud of you baby!"
At my best moments
and lowest point
outstanding or just okey
mama always tell me am the best.
Often she reminds me the mountains
i have moved
the much i have achieved
how bright my star shines
how far am yet to travel....
"You are amazing my child!"
With immense joy and gratitude
i have come to realize
to mama i am never inadequate.
Each day she teach me
being a mother is not just a role
It is a full time duty and dedication
a pledge of guardian,guidance
An intimate function of care and solace
A lifetime commitment!
"Am here for you baby!"
My prayer to Allah
to grant me the same strength
to be as much to my unborn daughter Mia
as my Irish Godmother is to me.
A role model
And human enough...!!!
"You are the blessing in my life!"
"I love you my daughter!"
I love you too much too Mum,so much, i don't know who i would be without you!!!
Its bad enough that everyday I walk down memory lane, &&' It really puts me in alot of pain. I've been doing the best that I can, but I am who I am. I'm getting tired of everyones exspectations, people always pulling me in different directions. Even when I'm falling down, people still push me on the ground. I'm gonna keep trying, no more lying. No more games, done mentioning names. Being two-faced isn't cool, it just makes you look like a fool. I'm never looking back, that life was wack. I'm done trying to make everyone happy, when they treat me so crappy. I may not have alot of friends, in the end, but atleast I don't have to pretend. I'm gonna be true, with or without you. You'll see, I'm done letting people get to me.
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
Refreshing feel of identifying with music in my life,
The mother’s voice still echoes sweet in all life’s strife’s.
She taught me to walk, run, dance and sing,
My mother still stands strong in love and vigor in my life.
Kindergarten, the start of knowledge in life,
Where Mini, Lakshmy, Susan, Shoba and Meera,
Still shines as star's in my day- to-day life,
Keeping those memories and blooming together.
School days, are times that stays vivid in mind,
Friends that evoked passions of love still impress,
Susan Bindu, Jaya, Brinda, and Manju remained firm,
Even when life made new meanings,connections endured.
College saw, mixed platter, though women who stayed in unit
More in day- to-day life in Bindu, Geeta, Asha, Raji and Vinith,
Patterns of Lost love, admiration's, hero worship,list stands long,
However, for me it was a distressing lullaby of hearts .
Life showed me, women stand strong above all
As I carry endless power of strength, mind and heart,
when I finds myself and knows where I remain in life!
So I stand tall and represent myself as women.
Love never lost its footprints along the line,
I am a woman in Love,being loved and cherished
I knows deep in my heart that i am contend,
Hearts grew deep in love, known love and in Love.
I knew it right from the start, a moms heart
Holding my finger tight, I cradle you in my arms
Your smile and showed all your charms.
Heavens showered me the "Mom', role in prologue.
Neutrality in your colour seduces me and overwhelms my pride.
Originality in your words attracts me and drives my senses to you.
Prenuptial agreement, I must sign, without delay.
Quest no more! You are my type of girl.
You are with no doubt the woman of my heart
Many nights though have passed before you came to my world
Now your presence means a million to me
Over and over your song will remain sonorous in my ears
Peace be upon you my umbrella
I know you’re all ears while I coo
A beautiful magic rose
hypnotized my eyes
I can't move them or close...
Among the flowers so far
I'm smelling it now
but i want its nectar..
It's harder little bit
to reach my magic rose
than to observe it...
I dream to have just two wings
and i know most of people
are dreaming to be kings...
I wish i were a bee
I can fly to my rose
that's all what i hope to be...
Stay in its heart and live there
leave all for one day
or eternity , i don't care ...
The independent woman
Prejudiced in Eden
Scorned in time
Lame and down the pit
But still journeys West
With a vindictive heart
Swims in vileness
Reckons laughter in the pogrom
And clings to the spell of courage
She gave life. She is a wife.
She is a mother and she is a
She is a sister, a survivor to the
Appreciate her, we don't dare.
Ask her worries, we don't care.
Wipe away her tears, they are
invisible as air.
She works, cooks and cleans.
She laughs, helps comfort, and
hides her pain.
When you struggle she pulls you through.
All this is HER and what do we
Complain and create a mess.
Provide stress and leave her
Push her away and ignore her
Tell her she is nothing without
She was raped, tortured and
Told she was nothing and would
always be used
Just for pleasure forget her pain.
She swallows her pride, put her
Does as you need in order for
you to be free.
Ignores your ignorance and
tolerates your flaws.
You call her *****, slut, hoe and tramp.
She answers with pride, dignity
and a complete loss of self.
You call her nothing.
I call her strong, smart, sensual,
caring, giving, surviving,
tolerant and powerful.
I call her WOMAN!!
Heeey! Heey! Black, black woman
Run, Black Woman Run,Run for your
So called husband is about to Beat
you and hit. You again, Black
Woman Run,Run for he has Made
Another child somwhere and you are
about to Bear the Pain for his
Heeey! Black Woman Run, Run for
he did not Go to Work the whole
Week and yet he will want food on
the Table. Black woman Run Run for
He is drunk again and yes he will
force to have sex with you even
though he knows that you know He
is sleeping around and Only God
knows if he uses prottection, oh! I
feel the pain you feel Woman but
still you have a chance to escape
such pain and suffering, Black
woman Run, For this is so sad for
Black Woman didn't He promised
you to love you until his last Breath?
Was he not the one who said till
death do you Part not till he putts
you to Death, Woman I have seein
your suffering and pain now Run b4
He bruse you myb he may kill you
this time, look at that deep scare
above your eye, look at your swalen
arm oh! What about that internal
bleeding you had the other day ey
Run Woman you shining Armour is
turning into something else Run,
Run Run its getting worse
Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.
She wore kindness, forgiveness and the romance crown,
Loved her when she laughed, yelled, groan, cried or croon,
Silliness, jokes, laughs, rivers of love, kisses above us flown,
Young lovers we were, holding hands, with devotion upgrown.
I was once lost in the darkness of life, and gave up the fight,
She hold my hands, "come" she said, to open field to sunlight,
"Let go" again she said, run, play, sing, spin and whirl in might,
I was luminary again, radiated like celestial fire on moonless night.
She is the one, who ignited the stars, and planted the roses,
Decorated my life with her musical cords, and magical gnosis,
So special my darling, possesses the miracles and the stick of Moses,
Happy 27th anniversary my gorgeous wife, and with love I closes.
"I am a woman phenomenally.Phenomenal woman,that's me." Maya Angelou.
The first time i read your poetry,back in my early teens,i knew the kind of a woman and the kind of a poet i wanted to be.
The light of your life will forever shine on me,the fire of your writes will forever burn and Your name will forever be encrypted on my heart.
May your legend transverse the unlimited span of time.
You were my idol,and the greatest poetess on my list.
I am honored to have lived in your era!
May you rest in eternal peace.
I HAVE RESOLVED TODAY!!!
to never do anything that will not edify.
or say a word that will not dignify.
to respect every woman as member of the opposite sex.
and never treat a woman as an object of sex.
I HAVE RESOLVED TODAY!!!
never to look at a woman with lust
or look at her breast as object of lust.
that though a woman may have a very big breast.
i will never stare or oogle at that very big breast.
I HAVE RESOLVED TODAY!!!
that no woman should ever be raped.
for every woman has a right not to be raped.
that every woman has to right to say no.
and when a woman says no, it means no.
< >A child is born and with pride
they say 'its a girl'
a baby girl grows to a little girl
that little girl grows to be a girl
then comes a teenage girl
this beautiful rose blooms desirably to a woman
have you ever wondered what makes a woman a woman
is a woman defined by her past
can one's child wood complete an identity
is a woman defined by her life experiences
is it this invisible warmth this gender turns to have?
as nature takes its cause
child bearing is life threatening game
still a woman takes an oath to be a woman
she never wonders what she might have done
to deserve to be a woman
woman are for ever proud to be who they are
When I see a Nerium oleander, in it i see the heart of a woman. An oleander is one of the world’s most pulchritudinous and deadly plants, and so is the woman’s heart; extremely pulchritudinous and deadly.
YHWH was and still is the greatest architect which in tells that he impressed and impresses the greatest plans on his architectural work. YHWH created everything else but still felt a part was missing, after stomaching the situation, he master- minded the heart of a woman.
So delicate is it, to devote.
So humane is it, to provide.
So enduring to deducing and so lenient is it to loving.
Not every male leader runs an organization, a family or a nation without the touch of a woman’s heart. The touch of a woman’s heart is so magical in a peculiar way such that it completes the equation of everything.
Not so innocent, the heart of a woman is also a solvent that mixes with any kinds of solutes to form both healing and toxic solutions.
The touch of a woman’s heart also works in a magical and peculiar way to complete the equation of everything evil.
So delicate is it, to becoming jealousy, obsessive and possessive and hence;
So conniving is it, to convince.
So swift is it, to break another heart and so forthcoming to do anything evil to obtain anything it so desires.
I would not be surprised if Lucifer’s entire heart was made up of just the ugly part of a woman’s heart.
ALVA KANYIKA- email@example.com
Like a very sensitive flower that blossom in the garden once in a new moon, whenever you blossom, you let the whole world see the pulchritude of your nature, but if anyone touches you, you would close up because you were too sensitive to touch. No one knows the secrete of your permanent stay, but everyone would love to see you in the garden because of your distinguishing beauty. You are the desire of every man that sees you.
Precious in its sight is the eyes that sight you, and the heart that beats for you.
Diligence is the hands that grab you, and the arms that wrap you in the abode of its heart; to feel the breath of your love.
I can hear the whisper of your heart through your breath.
I can read the lyrics of your love song through your eyes.
Your heart sings for our love, and your eyes send the message across my heart.
Each time you catwalk, it reminds me of how the stars run to welcome the moon.
You are the rainbow that chases the rain away, and makes the rising sun laughs at the thick cloud.
You are the reason the moon smiles in darkness.
Your dazzling eyes make the stars to run with joy.
Your smiling face makes the moon to walk happily in the dark place.
You cute smile sounds like the gentle whisper of the night breeze that fills the heart with love song, and keeps the body cool, and makes the mouth ready to sing the song of a pleasant memory
Each time you come close to me, the sound of your breath tells me how much you want me.
When I stare at your eyes and they refuse to blink, it shows me how much you‘ve missed me.
Just from the way you hold me in your arms, I can tell how much you never wished me to leave you.
In your heart, I can sense the depth of your love whenever you hug me.
In your hands, I can feel how far you want me to go with you when you hold me.
In your lips, I can read your feelings when you kiss me.
In your eyes, I can still see how much you love me when you look at me.
You are the reason behind my silent cute smile.
I promise never to lose the rose while counting the flowers.
I dream of a place
i dream of a race
a race not to the swift but to mankind
a day we can all come together in harmony
for the greater good
not to hate on each other and be misunderstood
a day when man is judge by character and personality
a day when man and woman is not valued on what they can do
but the fact of simply who they are
a day of eyeopening where we see others as ourselves
we are all people
black white brown man woman child to rise above the negativity
to climb hight to reach one goal
to be happy
Woman of Valor Original
Oh sweet voluptuous queen
So many night of making love
Invited the uninvited angels to
Upon your golden breast
You are like a lamp of passion
Your beauty goes deeper than
You are like a friendly morning
bird that sings
With vicious, joyous meloncholy
This is my kiss to your bright
In this Folly!
Everyday I behold in your eyes
Love,care and understanding.
As the day wears away
Curiosity brings me even closer.
As the sun moves gradually
Towards its heavenly abode,
The sky looks blue and alluring
in all its blessedness.
As I drink endlessly from God's own beauty
Your lovely face appears again from
behind the clouds and what do I see?
and unquenchable beauty.
Ride on in your majesty!
You are a real woman!
Seven ribs made from a single bow
fragile like the morning glow
shaped like an hour glass
bosom like a molded brass
skin like the finesse lace
Thought to move with grace
All from a single rib
Oh what a gem to behold
Her tiny belly
Carries a life within
Out of the tiny verging hole
Comes the cries of a whole
A pain beyond words expressed
A cry to life the young express
Tears not enough to explain
Memories from the mid-death plain
Oh what a site to behold
From her mammary comes the
Food to make her young to grow
Sleepless when the fever stems
tear like flowing stream
Filled with fear for the baby's life
Never drained of hope as the tot
Moved from weary to worry
Oh what a misery to behold
Weak as though she's called
Bold as mountain she stands
Her strength lies within her tears
A frail looking being
A giant within
The woe in man
*tot* > a little child
(INSPIRED BY 12YEARS A SLAVE)
LUPITA!!! LUPITA!!! LUPITA!!!!
Has become the new beat!
Red carpet to the streets of London
her name you scream!
Shows still rattles on
Everyone want a piece of her.
The new flavor of the old school!
after decades of bondage
slavery and persecution
Patsey is Midas.
who would have thought?!
Is it celebration or admission of guilt?
Awe or shame?
Complements or commemoration?
Contemplation and realization
of the injustice,pain and inhumane
subjected on the black woman?
The body you tortured with lashes and slashes
you compete to have your fine gowns hang on it.
You loathed that skin
you customize products for the mahogany beauty!
The voice you tamed with hurls and slur
you lust after its speech.
Patsey is now A talk show!
No longer an infidel,Kaffir...
Patsey has become a household name
a tittle to behold.
Good enough for your surname.
"Marry me" you quest.
"Lets make babies that will need no tan..."
you seek the fruit of the same womb
you ruptured with every manner of insertion.
Perhaps they will right your past
Kids that will need no pass or identity.
The heart you scared with scorn and hatred
is the same as the one loving you.
Her 'weird' culture and traditions
inspires your cold ways.
Her God now you call upon Him.
That whom you segregated with contempt
now you eulogize and adore.
Patsey is no longer "THEM"
you realized they are no different from "US".
worth the same opportunities as you
same capabilities as yours
similar blood to that on your veins...
LUPITA! LUPITA!! LUPITA!!!
And so the song goes on.
Is it glory or venture for your redemption?
Another political racial game?
after all,a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's
they are etched by fire on stone
they are in fact considered traits, not just errors
and now you're so alone
when you were 14 they all said how much potential you had
now you hit 19 or 20, and you're just considered bad
if you were a troubled kid, things were different than most for you
and i don't mean GETTING in trouble,although for some,it's that too
but depression is so very real,they just have no idea
and looking in the mirror to feel,you must skip your next meal
you are never good enough,and always fall just short of pretty
although you are considered smart and extremley funny and witty
they way that you percieve yourself,is different than what others see
at least that's what i have been told,do you agree with me?
but why is it that when your younger,people just want to help
but once you reach 19 or 20,your just dealt the cards your dealt
i don't feel any different inside,i can tell you that for certian
the older i get,the less they care,i hide behind a curtain
i'm still a kid at 21,at 22 as well..
im still a child in alot of ways,living in an emotional hell
where did all the helping hands go,the ones that were there before
i blame myself for not taking that help and will forever more
because now apparently,it's too late,nobody cares about me
i am not a cute little girl,just a woman who needs to be free
i ask of you,human to human,the next time you want to judge
pray for patience if you need to,ask for help from above
but something tells me im not alone,there are others who experienced this
there are others out there that need help so badly,please don't miss
don't miss their smiles,that are still so young,even though they look so grown
at 21 we are not adults,and pretending we are makes us feel alone
maybe i AM alone in this feeling,i have no idea
but what i do know,for sure i feel...this is very real.
Never mind what they think, ima do me.
so its Ur opinion, i don't have to accept it.
who cares if i don't meet Ur standers, i'm not going to lower mine.
so what, i don't wear designer clothing,
my swag isn't yours.
and so what if i don't wear the name brand shoes; you'll never know where these feet
Sometimes i may wear shades,
Its only to block the sun.
i do walk with my head high,
cause i'm not ashamed.
I'm not shame of
who i am
where i came from
what i did.
life is all about
loving & laughter.
IT IS WHAT IT IS.
Who can this woman be in my life, some one who is so sweet loving and caring always there when i need a helping hand and always giving me the right direction who can this woman be who supports me when i am right but if I am wrong she would sit me down and talk to me She is strong and virtuous in her ways a strong arm to lean on Who is this woman who always has a cook meal and the house clean and keep all of your things in order who is this woman who mends our clothes and be by ourside when we are sick, Gives us advice even if we dont want it, and always tells us to keep our head to the sky and nver once does she try to make us look small or forsake us, she gives us our rules and tell us that its up to us to listen always in our corner and always has us in her heart at all times no matter the situation you will always know that she is praying for you who is this woman who gives so much love aand go beyond the call of duty, there with open arms and a happy smile and creates joy in our mind this most outstanding woman in our life is our MOTHER one we will never ever forget and one we will love until the end of time, no matter how far we may go our mother is always there and she never stops loving you, Mother is our everything , she that rock that mighty ship that can sail around the world by itself, She that cover of protection that is with us at all times, and we cannot walk away for if we do we will return with open arms and a open heart, becasue she is the best and she deserve a lot when God created Mothers he knew the world would need them more than anything, but i want to say if you ever experince being a mother you will know and understand the nature of this word Mother
five decades of experience and vast global knowledge
he met and lay with all kind of ladies.
Women that sparks extreme desire
Some whose names he couldn't pronounce
Even those with no clue as to why God make a girl...
Never did he image
a simple 25 year old beauty
will be the bait to make him surrender.
His friends and families bet
it will last for as long
as she could satisfy his groin.
Its been fourteen years of bliss in this marriage
two handsome boys and a dog
he finds her irresistible.
This woman his wife
she makes him nervous
she makes him question his manhood.
He is well known and influential
a man of means
proud and egotistic
but the moment she came into his life
the balance of power shifted.
She's in total control.
Stubborn as a mule!
He often find himself inflamed.
She makes him so angry with her arguments.
"Why must she always contend?"
such a strong personality!
"Where in heaven did you come from woman?"
is a frequent line that sends her laughing
knowing she has won again.
He recalls their first year of courtship
they would disagree so much
their social lives...
At times they went for days
without a word.
He dated several women in-between
eventually he gave up.
"There will be women more beautiful than her,
learned and more elite."
But he realized
will ever possess more grace
inner beauty and brains
than his simple town girl from Kenya.
Today they celebrate their anniversary in the Bahamas
he laughs at the number of time she fall
learning to surf.
He would try to talk her out if it
he knows too well she's never been one to quit.
Her determination amaze him.
Once she stayed in the water too long
he went frantic thinking he had lost her
to the vast Ocean.
The thought of losing her scares him
more than the thought of losing
his huge empire
or even his own life.
He flinch as he recalls a painful encounter on his 42nd birthday
that would have seen him lose her.
He hurt her so bad
she wasn't sure she will ever recover.
It was tragic and excruciating to both of them.
But after a month of total anguish and despair
she forgave him.
She fought for them!
"With all she got and still she wanted me!"
It was the first time anyone had purely loved him.
Accepted him with all mistakes and wrong choices.
"It was literary being born again.
more than a second chance.
Its like all along i had been blind
or locked up
and had been granted freedom."
"With all my records and achievements
it was the first time i felt good enough.
I found my purpose!"
She is the only trophy worth mentioning.
This woman his wife
so rich of thrill and delight.
unpredictable and full of adventure.
No wonder his now 27 old daughter adore her so.
She is the life of the party
a puzzle he no longer care to figure out.
You cannot interact with her and remain sane.
She will teach you ways to appreciate life
make each day count.
Often he claims
he wouldn't be here had she left.
Though she's the baby
he gets all the nurture.
"She protects me not just from the world
but from me too."
She has been his guide and guard
with her he can never go wrong.
"She is the lamp sent from above to light my path."
No longer looks over his shoulder
he know she will never hurt nor betray him.
Once after dinner he broke hysterically
"Her cooking is aphrodisiac
Her love making insatiable
Her sense of style unimaginable"
"Her strength immense
her joy is endless
her faith steadfast."
She is the pillar that holds them together.
As a black man once proudly sang
this woman his wife
"She gives me good loving!"
........ ....... ......
(TO BE CONTINUED)
She's like the wind
she is its whirl
uncontrollable force of nature
strong willed and focused.
But she does lose it from time to time.
She is a jungle
she is a hard one to read.
It is the reason he cares too much
she goes from ordinary to supernatural
the girl next door to a heroin...
She is like the dark
sometimes it scares you
other times comforts your soul.
At times you hide your secrets in it
other times you would rather it does not set in.
She is a challenge
a crossword that keep his brain rocking 24hours.
Never an ordinary day around her.
she is obscure
and like they say
the apple of his eyes
the curls of his hair
the pigment of his skin
the beat of his heart
the rhythm of his life.
He no longer tries to understand
why her or
why she means the much she does to him.
But it's obvious
his mission in life is her.
To celebrate and commit to.
To protect and solely provide for her.
To respect and honour her.
To adore and worship the ground she walks on.
To surrender and give his life for hers if it ever comes to that.
To love her endlessly every rise and sunset
Totally cater and fulfill her needs
make sure she has plenty and sufficient.
Never a day to miss a kiss.
......... ......... ........
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Dad you are my hero
You've taught me write from wrong
Showed me that you can never judge a book by it's cover
Cause you loved my mother
I know I am grown into a woman
But every woman needs her daddy
I know we live in differnt states
But we are only a phone call awa
I remeber when mom left us
And run off down the road
I was upset
But I knew you was there
When I needed you
You are the best dad
Even though we had our ups and downs
We always got along
I know you did your best to raise us
And I really know that now
How hard that was for you
Daddy you are my hero
Staring at the darkness.
She believes she's all alone.
Who will know?
Who will see her?
A teardrop in the shadows.
Another day has gone.
Staring out the window.
She knows she's not the one.
The future in the mist.
Time that fly by.
It's far too late.
She left it all to faith.
Far out in the distance
He can see her.
The little silhouette
Of a woman in the window