Like A Girl
I play like a girl, I hit like a girl
You say I throw like a girl,
And, when I run -- I run like a girl!
All that plus more, enjoy this one size fits all
Who and what I want, comes from being strong
Classy and fabulous, I'm female styling, this song
I've been told, cut to size
A world dark and gray, when life becomes an insult
Take heed when I speak my mind,
I am tough, outstanding and beautiful
Move ahead and say it twice, I smell nice
A taste of Cool Water and Justice Perfume
I have a non-stop multitask fixation
Like a woman, everything about me is hidden
Magic and alluring the only joy in sexuality you'll need
I'm empowering this moment!
Endorsing Myself, with a certain sort of mystique
I deliver an independent will,
don't underestimate my physique
I am a caregiver, a female who won't give up the fight
I remain firm and believe all women have equal rights
I walk and talk Like A girl
wearing heels Breaking the sound of Annabel
I am, Mona's unforgettable smile,
I stand tall Like Miss Liberty
I am, Betsy Ross, America's #1 designer
I am, Harriet, who escaped slavery
Like Theresa and Mary, I'm here to make a change
I am, Hilary overwhelmed with determination
I am a leader a Goddess, I burn like Joan
---Cleopatra in the room
I am Calamity Jane's wild side
Emelia's, won't give up heart
I am Anne, with my own secret hidden spot
I am Susan B, I have the right to vote
I am Emily D, who writes deep and pretty
The sound In your eyes aren't listening
You imagine I am weak, not strong enough, brave enough,
You call me different!
Still, you want my warmth, my love, and attention
I am not less, I am more
I am a woman, I frown, I cry, I hurt and yells at the universe
Nevertheless, I want to make a difference
Like a girl, I smile
A smile never seen or felt before, both defined and undefined
Your heart will ask and implore for more
Like a girl, I drive you wild, looking pretty "You're In Love!"
My Self confidence comes from who I am deep down
Everything I've become follows the makeup on my face
Bare and nude, I am the Madonna flowering the mood
At the end of every day, I have one other thing to say
The Next Time You ask me to cook and clean
Because you think, I belong in the kitchen
You better believe I'm doing it my way
LIKE A GIRL
Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer
Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream.
Far away from the vision of mortal eyes,
A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise.
She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child.
Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity,
“In hushed angelic lucidity!”
Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones.
Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust,
Below the memoirs of her floating vessel,
Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams,
A shattered female kneels in salvation.
An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind.
Lost in profoundness, in what might have been.
What was, for a moment in this period?
The grimness of her weak vessel dwells.
A lifeless winter strays around.
An album so old and dusty,
A christening gown not ever embraced.
Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise,
Soften footfalls beating out the torments.
Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones,
Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache.
Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need,
Their hearts unite as one...
A closing of mother and child…
Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey
There walks Warriors in that graveyard,
Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages;
at night you can see their Spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far corner, up by the stream,
far from the eyes of publicity,
she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene,
catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity.
In silent lucidity.
Brittle now, those fine bones,
deep beneath the snow drifts of winter,
beneath the memories of her body afloat
down rivers and streams of Remember.
A broken woman kneels in prayer,
a heavy weight on a burdened mind,
somewhere deep in what could have been,
what was, for a moment in time.
The grayness of her frail body lingers,
in a dead winter of the unborn,
on page forty-nine in the family album,
in a baptismal gown never worn.
Together they dance,the woman and the child,
their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows
of many days at a worn out headstone,
many dances to come, many tomorrows.
Together they dance, The Woman's Dance,
their hearts as one...
the woman and the child.
~By: Catie Lindsey~
(for Catie's: Re-write contest..)
My view on seduction,
is that what you're asking me?
my thoughts on loving a woman,
that's what you want to know?
Have you ever seen the image of a woman
in the ocean while walking along the beach?
You know how the shape is all there but void of definition.
You know how the shape is sort of broken,
how the lines are not distinct.
I wonder if that is what we men
have done to women,
they who we treasure most.
How often do they have to hide as a replica
in order to protect our egos.
To take a back seat because we have a need
to drive the car to be in control.
So if we don't allow them to be whole...
but you know what else,
what if they are perfectly defined
the fault is in how we view them.
What if that is them
we have no role,
no blame to assume.
What if that is exactly the way they want it to remain,
shadows of different intensities.
What if they want to be a series of reflections.
What if the ripples in the water are of their making.
I want to hold a woman.
Hold her completely defined.
learn more about her everyday
because I hold her like a book I'm reading.
I will tell you this
I don't have a need to know everything.
If she wants a locked room
that she has the only key to,
that makes sense to me.
Still I want her heart, her laugh, her tears
I want the feel of her flesh and I want her defined.
I want to see her not just her likeness.
I want her smile
I want all the expressions of her face.
So you're walking along the beach.
The relationship is new
for the most part
you are with her facsimile
but if you look down
you can see her feet,
not just her impression.
I can build from that.
She is steady
she is with me.
You want my view on seduction?
You have to accept
a basketful of contradictions,
you have to read the book
accept there will be constant re-writes
you have to at least see her feet from day one.
If you want to make it to the top
you have to start at the bottom
there are some great stops
on the way up.
love between two people
You wouldn't treat your career lightly.
Get it right.
Make sure she leaves footsteps along the beach.
That is how you seduce a woman...
...listen to her
...be interested in her career
...her wants, her needs
...don't talk a good game
Sponsor Justin Bordner
Contest Name The Heart Of Seduction
I understand this is a extremely different view
of seduction and might not fit what Justin
is looking for. This is his contest and I wholeheartedly
respect that. For my taste this poem is very seductive.
In it I share what I believe it takes to seduce a woman.
The scent of your feelings clings
To the fabric of my dreams
It never leaves….it lingers
The scent of your feelings
The fragrance of gardenia
When you are tender, sweet
Gentle and serene
Tranquility showing through
In the gardenia scent of you
Seducing scent of jasmine
Surrounds you like an aura
Promising opulent luxury
Of flesh upon flesh
With you in control
Leading me deeper
Into the scent of your fantasies
Tantalizing, teasing, tempting
Endless jasmine ecstasy
Sensual and satiating
Is the jasmine scent of you
Perfumed in Damask Rose
Giving off the scent
Of inner turmoil
You are brooding and troubled
Needing to be reassured
Held in the strength of my arms
Quieted by my love
Till dawn’s light
When your safety is assured
And your scent finds release
Along with that of mine
Honey suckle perfume
Your need to nurture
To let me suckle
At your breasts
Your perfume speaking
In words my soul hears
That you live only
To care for my needs
Your perfumed hands
Soothing way the aches and pains
Of my rough and busy day
Honey suckle promises
Of womanly affection
In waves of comfort and light
I taste honey
Nectar that sweetens my lips
For I know it flows for me
I know I am nothing
A poor lost man
Without the fragrance of honey suckle
Wafting over me
When there is venom in your eyes
Sparks fly all around me
And I know a storm is coming
A scent foreboding
Indicating the imminence
Of the unleashing of thunder and lightning
Torrents of rain
The scent of angered passion
I sense it
I smell your brewing storm
I’m unleashed in the elements
And yet….I know
How to harness your storm
How to bring calm
How to let you vent in my arms
Beat at my chest
I silence you with a kiss
Your arms pinned
The anger passes
Left on my chest
Leaves me shaken
In the aftermath
Of your storm
The perfume of surrender
Absolute abandon to my will
The sweetest fragrance
The tenderest emotion
A wilting flower
Waiting to be revived
Tenaciously wrapping around my body
Knowing its source of life, love, and happiness
Your scent moves me
Brings out my desires
To please and reward
To bring color to your petals
By my life giving stream
Lost in this scent
The most beautiful of all
The scent of surrender
The scent of your emotions...
Clings to my being
A perfumed eternity
In your arms
For Anthony Slausen's Scent of Your Soul Contest
Does the past really matter?
Does it set you free?
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me.
Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch.
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.
Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night.
I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.
Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone.
My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time.
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided.
My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.
Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree.
I invite you to join the perfect womens club
The application is sitting on the desk
The following will not determine acceptance
Certainly not breast size
Education will make little difference unless it's used wisely
There is no one to compete with
Acceptance is almost always guaranteed
What are we looking for you might ask
Have you cryed?
Does your heart possess the capacity for love
Do you sing along with the radio
Have you smiled, really smiled?
Have some of your dreams come true?
Are there still dreams waiting to unfold?
You can be shy or outgoing
You don't have to be anyone else
Flaws are important
They are what make you unique
Doubts and confidence
Forward and reserved
Doing the best you can today
It's okay if you have failed
Are you still smiling?
It's even okay if you are crying
You just have to be you
No need to change for anyone
If you want to change that is okay
You will reinvent yourself many times
Perfect in imperfection
A proud member of the Perfect Women's Club
Why me dear God in heaven's
Name why me?
Awaiting for a divine answers reply.
Kneeling at the lords sacred altar,
Lit candles flickering all about her
A bowed head in reverences honor.
In prayers hands tenderly cradling her,
She has been blessed by an angel's,
Realizes not a mightier power stands,
Before her, shielding his lamb from,
Faith guides this believers soul,
Homeward unto grace.
She is truly not alone in this fight,
Rekindle a divine spark within,
Rage against the fading light,
And behold of a new dawning.
Humanities loving spirit everlasting,
Its our greatest weapon.
And many hands rest upon,
Behold the sword of hope
With it's sharpened edge.
And millions lend their strength
Of will behind it's wielding power.
We are here my friend, my sister,
Let this evil shadow pass, give it
No binding power.
Shake off fears disbelief, know,
Sister warrior on this battle field,
Women must fight together.
United standing strong,
Fixed on one single goal survival.
A pink ribbon may represent
But within life's circle the
Human touch comforts a
With faith's devotion as her
Guardian’s shield it will carry such
A brave lady,
Through hells fire and beyond.
Remember your not alone
Against our common enemy
One day we will find a cure.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Women are roses:
God’s embodiment of beauty
In a plethora of dazzling colors
The soul of man captivate
Endowed with a mystic aroma are
Only the initiates to scent are able
For that reason, divinity,
Wishing, His finest of creations to
Armed guards all around them
The vigilant sharp thorns,
To keep the profane
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 SEPTEMBER 2014
i just wanted to watch her
to look into her eyes
to listen to her thoughts
i just wanted to inhale her entirety.
her words were soft and tender
they flowed like seeds in the wind
i had no desires that would cloud her offer
and her offer was as gentle as the morning light
as powerful as rays of sun shine,
both and the same!
like the dove that flies effortlessly
but also defends the nest
and not an eagle anywhere.
she holds an olive branch as a symbol of peace
but like the mighty oak she too holds its strength.
i love women who dare to be women
i delight in how they hold us in their heart
without them where would men be
i love women and their sensibilities
quiet i listen and learn
later we’ll plow the field
for now i delight on all that she brings.
Girl I know letting people in can be difficult
But can I kiss all of your scars? even the ones that are invisible
You don’t have to tell me the story or how they got there
I already know life is hard and it’s not fair
I know there are some things you don’t want to put out in the open
But I don’t want you to hide, I love that you’re perfectly broken
One thing I’ve learned, is if you like someone go for it
Even if it goes wrong at least you have memories to show for it
Both been in love before and were both hurt from it
But I think about what we could have
And it’s worth the risk
Got to do it while you can, don’t want to look back saying I should have
You’re beautifully damaged, and I love the way your scars look
But I’m the same I know why you have your guard up
You don’t have to lower it, we can just chill and watch movies
As long as you respect me then you will not lose me
Yes I have a few girls after me but I have no interest
You’re the one I want, you’re who I want to impress
They can fancy me and want me all they like
But you’re the one I want by my side
Give me a chance we can take it slow
Both of us giving it 100% is the only way to make us grow
Even when I close my eyes you’re still in my vision
Even though a few girls want me, you’re all I want, you have no competition
you are a storm;
you were made to be chaotic and awe-inspiring. To scream your emotions in wild wind, to rally against injustice in your path, turning away with scorn from those who bind their hearts with lies in a gentle wind. Who grind their teeth to hide the storm behind their eyes,
But bear in mind,
my little beast,
that though they may leave you behind, you will never be confined or resigned to a fate that is defined,
by how well you can contain the tempest of unrest inside your heart. And promise me this,
that you will never smother your beautiful storm, and transform into a life form of quiet neutrality, to hide behind a mask of normality to smother the brutality of your fierce mentality, because you
are a storm, little beast.
And you were made to be heard.
We come to you soft.
Swaying back and forth.
You hear music,
as my body dances toward you.
You seek trust,
from these darkened eyes,
as they stare right through you.
They add all the mystery,
a man is in search of.
A flick of the tounge,
like we are tasting you from afar.
We posses the forbidden fruit,
your body so badly hungers for.
With skin so smooth.
You begin to run your hand
down our backs, and around our waste side.
Now you have fallen to the temptation.
It is time to taste the fruit you so long for.
begining to rub across your fingers,
You become relaxed.
Working our way to the neck.
For this is the place which pleasure starts.
Wrapping our bodies around you,
we squeeze the life from you.
She sits alone..
Everyone has said their final goodbyes
To her husband of sixty some years
Her seven children have never known
Or at least never mentioned..
How she never smiled
Just day to day
Did her job
Like the old man said
Bring me my......
Now there across the room
His roll top desk
Head always hung low
Eyes never meeting his
Lifts her head
Rolls back the heavy top
She's dusted a million times
She touches the things unfamiliar
Keys to the truck she never learned to drive
A checkbook she didn't know how to use
Legal papers she knew nothing about
His favorite cigarettes she couldn't smoke
His stash of booze she despised
Sat in the chair that was no longer HIS
Was this feeling loss?
His bleeding heart
Was flustered from that torn parchment
In their leeching chapter
As if “friendship” was aggression’s bull
Running through crowded cemeteries
Under quartered, sapphire moon
He sipped pitied shots of century-old whiskey
With a dusty glass of pomegranate w(h)ine
“Why isn’t she coming back to me?”
“My heart will make empty declarations until her return!”
As he childishly latches onto recycled yesterdays
Praying for God to give him
White picket gate’s access code
Writing lavish, debt-ridden sonatas,
In whiplashed curiosity,
On why she chose to forget him
Unbeknownst to decrepit author
Return the favor
©Drake J. Eszes
She held her mother’s hand
As tears made their way
Down the face called
“Exquisite, beautiful, charming”…
The face that had been her comfort
She could not absorb the pain in her words
If I could only feel a little of what my friends describe
That feeling of”…she sighed
They say it’s like…like…
The beating of a drum..faint at first and then
Beating louder and louder until…
Until you want to explode with the strength
of the vibrations
Tingling all over”…
She covered her face with her hands
“Instead…I try to imagine it as we lie together…
Hoping I can please, can satisfy…
Talking about private matters
Was difficult in her culture
Now, home on semester break
She heard her mother share
The horror of that night
When as a child they held her
Kicking and screaming
Exposing her most private parts
Cutting away the center of desire
The essence of her womanhood
That had been cloistered
In the folds of safety
She squeezed her mother’s hand
This woman whose every move
Made men stare
Exuding sexual charm
She was the epitome
Of every womanly grace….
Yet...unable to feel the fluttering
That some time ago
Had slowly awakened in her own frame
Her mother’s tears
Now fell from her own eyes
She bowed her head in shame
Wanting to blame
Her grandparents for following
The stupid traditions of their world…
Thinking it was best…
Her mother enfolded her in an embrace
And rocked her
It’s too late for tears now"…
“I’m so so sorry, Mama,” she whispered,
Her mother reached out to wipe her tears
“Feel sorry for your father
I see the pain in his eyes…
Knowing that I cannot feel what he feels…
Often, he won't approach me, but I entice him
I dance for him”…
She smiled…caressing a memory
“He stole my heart
The moment he looked at me with those eyes
How I wish he could see, the fire of his eyes
Burning in mine."
It that moment, it took shape
The career that had remained
Unborn…in the womb of her mind
She would be the voice…of every little girl
Who had ever screamed in pain...in shame
For the little girl her mother used to be
For all the others that were to come
So they wouldn't have to grow up
With eyes that reflected pain instead of passion
The pain she now witnessed
…in her mother’s eyes!
No, it was not too late to cry…
Her tears now would be tomorrow’s tears
Of some woman’s tender and sweet release
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Lord forgive me she says she is on that sophisticated wine and dine,
she says her lips are sweet, hips full bliss enough to put your mind at ease.
Damn girl where did you get those degrees.
She feigns knowledge, pledges abstinence but lets loose to the first fool she sees
Then pledges again and lets loose and the cycle continuously, continues in a loop of ignorance.
Strange you are, a woman you are,
so when will you take a stand, and understand your lips and hips...
momentary satisfactions. The ratings of your visage an illusion which fades over time.
Rude... me... no, truthful yes, knowledge is a blessing the king you seek is not
dwelling in the slums in where you hum your tunes
Lord forgive me she says she is on that sophisticated wine and dine,
she says her lips are sweet, hips full of bliss enough to put your mind at ease.
I won't beg, I won't cry so the more power to you girl, cause ignorance is truly bliss
The man on the porch looks out
over his property and towards his daughter.
Nervousness seeps through her plum-dark flesh.
Each eye contact signposts a wicked meditation.
Women are voiceless in those days, yielding to
males and manipulated Bible verses.
Poverty and childbirth loiters the screen.
White men protect segregation and Black men protect pride.
Are there no advocates or women’s lib
in that part of the South? Does anyone care about the mistreated?
Even the animals are sinister, and the young babes.
Horses burdened with stuff amble the pasture.
Fried ham wafts from kerosene stoves.
All the outspoken women are rebellious and prostitutes.
They wear thigh-high skirts, halters, and ruddy rouge.
Men swagger about in cut-price suits, wingtips, and thin-band ties.
They sweat into juke-joints or atop a squeaky bedframe
while records scratch against a dusty needle.
The girl in the front yard runs through hanging sheets
and swings bound books against Mister’s groin.
Her eyes are watery, her hair wild as those purple flowers.
She peers down at her attacker twisted on the red clay
and she shrieks.
Nobody shows up to save her.
She runs off into nothing.
She's the one who carried you in thy womb.
Every day she counts until you grew.
A happiest moment she ever had,
Is when she first touched your little hands.
She's the one in charged to everything.
Twenty-four-seven,her duty never ends.
Do the house chores,nanny and cook.
Doesn't receive salary for her hardwork.
She's the one who kept tears in the night.
Just to assure a family will keep in sight.
She endures all heaviness this life has bring.
To keep her children away from fears.
She's the one gives unconditional love.
Forgive our sin, no matter how it hurts her heart.
She has a bag full of smiles.
A hug and kiss is all that she wants.
As she gets old, please love her back.
Repay her hardworks and multi tasks.
Take care the way she did for us.
We'll be a mom too,and do what she does.
~~ Dedicated to all Souper MOMs~~
**HAPPY Souper MOMS DAY!!!! **
A ghostly image of a Soldier
stood in the background, as
a Mother with a babe in her arms
stood by a grave site.
She lowly whispered, "Father
this is Your Son. Son this is Your
Father. He gave his life so that
others might live."
Being a Woman and a Veteran I realize that women die and leave behind families.
I wrote this poem before Women were allowed into battle.
My soul pounds with rage.
This heart has been scorched,
by your burning words.
My soul gasps for light
By your hands of pain.
I bare the mark of shame.
Your touch has maimed my body.
My mind drowned out my screams.
Blow by blow,
Shamed so low.
Never did you know how,
Your hands of pain marked me.
Cigarette burns dot the seventies green vinyl chair and a floor television doubles as a table with a lamp and figurines. A six foot two inch three hundred pound strong man made the small room look like a doll house. I watched Big Daddy roll Prince Albert in a can on cigarette papers many times and he was precise, meticulous to make sure not to waste his precious costly addictive indulgence. I got the nerve to ask if I could roll a cigarette this evening and to my surprise he let me despite mawmaw’s protest. I was able to roll the paper without spilling a leaf he smiled and I felt I had accomplished something great. Life is simple in the summer time world of leisure and no school. Big Daddy stayed outside from dawn to dark and worked the fields of corn, beans, tomatoes and okra. His old John Deere tractor made a "pup, pop, pup" sound when he drove down the road to our house. I could hear him coming a mile away and ran out to greet him. He had an idea that women were women and men were men when it came to working and he didn’t allow a woman to help him with the dirty work. A woman was to have pretty clean hands and delicate pale skin in his mind. Any other man said that to me I would give him a verbal lashing. But I overlooked Big Daddy’s faults he had a kind heart and never wanted to hurt anyone. He was generous in trading his vegetables and harsh if someone hurt his family or tried to cheat him.
Sunday morning he rested and put on a suit and went to church never did he have his bald head uncovered except in church. He had a dress hat for Sunday to wear on the way to church. I miss seeing those fancy hats and suits. A third grade graduate knew how to dress and respect the lord better than any college educated wealthy man. He wouldn’t smoke at the church out of respect.
With the man’s dress hat
Two Women, Similar Yet Different
Educated yet could not prevail,
School of hard knocks,
Similar Yet Different.
A lavish life yet unfulfilled,
Appreciative of what life brings,
Similar Yet Different.
Ignorance lacking accountability,
Responsible yet naive,
Similar Yet Different.
Egotistical taunting artfully,
Craft fully expressing discontent,
Similar Yet Different.
Crocodile tears yearning notice,
Noiseless hiss of strength,
Two Women, Similar Yet Different.
They are the beign of my exsistence
But I'd gladly get cut just so one of them could kiss it
When I'm around one I stop in my tracks I get so submissive
I'd like to smoke them like some gonja weed
and if you drug tested me they'd come up in my piss
When I'm underneath one I am in instant bliss
I wanna scratch them all like lottery tickets until I find the winning pick
You know what the scariest part of all of this is?
I'm not gay. Although I do stray like all dogs go to heaven
I love the way she looks at me.
She shows me things with her eyes that the mirror has never shown me.
I receive compliments from women better than I do men.
You see because women rarely compliment.
Men will tell the ugliest girl she's beautiful just to get it in.
Some people look at me like what I'm discribing is a sin.
But I'd say it's beautiful.
We only have one chance to do it all in this world.
So why not live it the way we want to live?
I get shivers when her fingers touch my body
She's perfect for me and her touch reminds me.
Its not just sex its mentally, physically and outter body.
While I was here I thought I'd let you know about my hobby.
If women ruled the world
I'd have a sex change and be a girl
If you can't beat em
Peter Dome. Copyright.2015.May.
All these months I have wrote
How I search and long for love.
What the special one should be
Then she came to me
On such special day.
We wined and dined
And felt like children blind.
My heart soared
When we talked
About what we liked
And how it came about
As we dined.
One night has turned to a life
Of joy and peace with this one.
Talking about past loves
That floated away on breezes
As we get lost in our eyes.
One day has turned to three
As we do not want to leave
Each other alone.
Passion and fire
Breww deep inside
Longing to live as one.
So much common ground
Makes it is easy to stand
Next to her in my hand.
Angel from above
Float to the land
Has stirred the dead
Spirit of mine awakened .
She’s always waiting for me - she’s as impatient as can be
Her motor is running - I shout ‘Darling I’m coming’
the game will be over in three!
She called me darling
And I felt my feet grow roots
While the ground swelled to meet me
She called me darling
As the wind combed the briers in my hair
And strange squirrels anointed me with nests
She called me darling
And the sun painted my cheeks rouge
While the sea spilled from my eyes
She called me darling
As my heart thundered in the distant sky
And the earth shook from its efforts
She called me darling
And a balloon in my chest swelled
Bursting forth with barely contained joy
Just a little sweet poem to try and overcome my writer's block.
I still look for her.
In the middle of the typing and the traffic
and the deadlines and the bills,
I look for her–the girl, who believed
her bare feet could outrun the moon.
She ran like a boy. She wasn’t trying to.
Her strides were not intended for similes.
No, she ran the way she always did
When she wanted the wind to dance
With the ungraceful tangles of her hair.
Her gestures, careless,
Were not meant to fit in boxes.
She knew she was a girl; she had been told.
But she didn’t have to know that one word
Was the gravity that would keep her in line,
Inching from one label to another.
I still look for her.
In the dusk and the shadows
And the starless sky, I look for her–
The girl, who believed in magic and
Ghosts and faeries and monsters.
She didn’t have to know the shackles
That came with age, the chains
That would bind her to the reality
Where monsters don’t hide under the bed,
Sometimes the monster,
It’s in the daylight
With a sharp tongue and a sweet smile.
I still look for her.
In the sunlight and the mirror
And the eyes of strangers,
I look for her–the girl, who didn’t think poetry
Lived in the ink or the page or the vocal cords.
She held poetry in the tips of her fingers,
And she felt it each time she touched
The surface of water and made ripples,
Or when she traced the contours
Of her mother’s face.
She made poetry
Like it was meant to be–felt.
I catch a glimpse of her sometimes.
In the Goosebumps, in the butterflies,
In the sweaty palms, in the flutter of the heart,
In a daydream, in a shooting star.
But she’s fading, fading because
Now she knows the moon isn’t following her
And poetry made by hands, felt but unspoken,
Unwritten, can be forgotten.
At First Glance
There are such women.
Those who do not so much
capture, as captivate.
Entering, they glide slowly,
seamlessly, across the eyes,
overshadowed by the more
stunningly stylish and
demanding divas. Yet,
they are not overlooked.
As the moment fades and
the evening moves, so do
the eyes of those drawn to
beauty. Thus it was I found
my eyes returning, gazing
upon her face, her presence.
There was no strain in her
beauty, no intimidation in
her stride, no drama in her
movements. There was,
seemingly, a sweet music
to which she alone danced,
moved, mingled, without
becoming lost in the crowd.
She would, I thought, exude
this same air of confidence
and character in any situation.
It was not love at first sight,
for she was not the fireworks,
but the reason for the parade,
not the most beautified, but
the most beautiful. At first
glance beauty can be eclipsed
by the beautiful, for beauty has
no need for darkness. At first
glance - I saw - but did not see
the beauty that awaited me.
John G. Lawless
For Jared Pickett contest
Strength is the word
That exemplifies you most
For you endured the struggles the worst
Through all that you have persevered
No longer left in the rear
Your love is satisfaction
To my soul
Support and trust only
Makes me stronger
Your embrace could tame my
Treason is the reason
That got us brothers believing
To be leaving our women we
Put our seeds in
How could we treat our
Sisters so cold
Going back to days of old
The courage to endure slavery
Only shows your tremendous bravery
Spirit the essence of your beauty
I am giving you the crown
For holding the family down
Let’s help our women in their everyday duties
Your skin tone various colors of the earth
Only your lips I desire to kiss
Any other I quickly dismiss
I fall on my knees
To feel your touch
My sisters I respect you so much
Let me keep it thorough
To pay homage to your name
A place for you to claim
And Queens is that borough