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STILL WINTER

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…     
~BY: PD~

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..) 


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A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless


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I've Scribbled This Song For You



I've Scribbled This Song For You...


I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...


now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,


la laa laa la laa laa laa...


(repeat to fade)


:-)


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Rhyme XOX

I just want my summertime
To be at a stand still.
Sometimes, when women cross my mind,
I'm not sure just what to feel.

I'd like to call her friend,
And I want us to mean something.
I can find several, yet in the end,
It seems like all I have is nothing.

So where is the evidence
That says I should move forward?
Show me a sign that's heaven sent;
A point I should move toward.



©2013 Honestly JT


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Have more respect for yourself

*READ ALL BEFORE COMMENTING*

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


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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






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Haibun

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.
     Respect left
     With the man’s dress hat
     Equal rights


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The Hands of Pain

My soul pounds with rage.
This heart has been scorched,
by your burning words.

My soul gasps for light 
slowly suffocated,
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.


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Before the Party

Her mind is like an upbeat child who sees delicious cakes;
Her mind is like a lukewarm breeze that passes with no breaks
Her mind is like a whoosh of chaos rising from the sea;
Her mind is shouting over everything, because she’s a bride to be.
 
Bring her a bowl of cream with fruit piled on the side;
Make her laugh and let her ponder the thought of who’s waiting inside;
Then oh so swiftly tuck her slim frame into the cloth that you weaved;
Because she’s about to enter the party, where she's a bride to be.


Details | I do not know? | |

Let's Keep It Real

 It's funny when you just feel like you in this world alone -
Know one understand's you , not even the one's who consider themselves 
to be grown -
Black women a relationship is not about you , one woman -
It's about that woman including that man , united together we stand -
Every arguement is not just the fault of him -
Consider what you did before the arguement and remember 1 of you 
equals 2 for them -
 Know man should put his hand's on a woman as well as know woman 
should put her hand's on a man -
But , in a relationship we should both keep it respective because the outside
line will never understand -
Something that is workable to both of us is over exaggerated by them -
Even though we where both in the fault the outside line only blame's him -
I think that deep down inside every man has some good -
Im in a seat now where the one's you say , are no good once stood -
 I was more than good i was great -
Now, Im trying to keep from tearing down someone else's wall with all 
this hate -
Im a dog because i don't want to throw my heart in -
Rewind my life and sweet heart come again -
Who came up with this rule that he alway's has to lay down the red carpet
for you -
Back in the day's we women where strong and everything that was old to
us was brand new -
 Black women why does jealousy has to be part of your plan in order to get
some attention -
When you get some you don't want it ; sorry to you lady player's that one i had
to mention -
Black women if you feel like you deserve to be treated good than raise your
hand -
Now put your hand's down and look around because that's what it feel's 
like inside of every good man -
 Black men stand up and tell your woman i deserve to be treated good -
Black men tell your woman i love you but , let's make sure that what i said  , is
understood -
Some of us black women need to recognize that in a relationship it's 50% for
you and 50% for me -
If you don't have no 50% than don't expect no red carpet because everything
that you thought was about you include's me -



Details | I do not know? | |

RIP Virginity

Dear Sir,my innocence is gone now, no more fear ,
Do you love to **** me again, I am always here.
I wonder when you taught me how to use a pen,
I was so into you but my ****** was in pain !
I was crying, i was too immature to understand
I was turning only 13, I couldn't feel what happened.
but I promise I never forget what you taught me at the end.
I begged you to stop and I looked into your eyes,
there was a reflection of a cruel world,that what I deserved!
Don't be afraid, mommy never knows what you did,
Nobody knows that you made me bleed.
Dear sir,my innocence is gone with all my tears,
as I had no safe place to hide myself from fears.
Nobody saw anything as your world was blind!
having hidden hatred inside,a virgin died.
Dear sir, time cannot erase your memories,
time doesn't heal all wounds,that you marked,
yes,you took my innocence that will be always on my mind.


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The Sex Sensation

I was told that sex stimulates mutual emotion,
out of curiousity, I decided to quiz a whore
she told me sex is a business and she craves more.
''Do you love your clients?'' was my last question.

Someone whispered ''sex is all about sharing pleasure''.
Immersed in doubt, I inquired from a rape victim,
all she told me was that ''sex was my darkest dream,''
''you love rapist?'' I asked... she hates them beyond measure.

I was told that sex makes relationship longer and deeper,
I went to the heartbroken, she explained better,
she simply said ''sex is a game that could make life bitter''
''I was used and dumped'' she ended  up cheaper... 

The pornstar opened a can of worms, ''sex is a fiction''
she said, it does not make the artists become intimate
sex and love are two different feelings...with different fate.
Love is more of a strong devotion than emotion.

I think sex is one of the sweetest sensation on earth,
it is a pure feeling when share at the right time.
Sex with a wrong person is now a common crime
that causes emotional trauma, heartbreak and ill health.


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Let Him Go

This poem I wrote. I call it " Let Him Go "

Sweetheart don't cry
Don't let him make you feel like your nothing
You do have family even though we are not close by
I know your heart is crushing
Don't harp on the past
Don't let him play with your head
You need to get over him fast
His feelings for you are dead
Over 2 years and you still don't have a ring
Your not the one he calls his wifey to be no more
Take a seat and listen up girl here is the thing
He's playing with your feelings and using you like a two dollar whore
I know you were smart once and can be again
He has you so brain washed it's not funny
I know hearing all this is a strain
Think of the example your setting for you little ones honey
Hold your head high and walk away from that loser mama's boy 
Show him that your the one that is too good for his sorry ass
Hell he's such a mama's boy you can find better pleasure in a toy
Your related to me so come on show your sass 
Let go of the past and look to a new future
Let go of the pain and the control freak
Say bye bye Looser
It will get easier one step at a time week by week......


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Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.


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Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 



©2013 Honestly JT


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A Mother Like No OTher

I sing of a special mother
One like no other
One bothered about another

A mother who smiles and care
One who did nothing but share
It is great to know she is always there

When tear drops she brought a toy
Her whispers sparkles unceasing joy
Her love is stronger than the Helen of Troy

You taught me from wrong to right
You taught me the difference between darkness and light
You taught me to recite the Lord’s Prayer day and night

Envelope yourself in a mothers Love
For she is like an angel from above
Never trade her love for the price of a dove

As we celebrate all mothers in a special way
Thank you for your fidelity, even when we went astray
And above all, thank you for what we are today

He grants the barren woman a home, Like a joyful mother of children.
Praise the LORD! Ps 113:9


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A Woman's Worth

A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears


Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
She works
She cleans
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
The house 
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth 
I’m giving you


Despite of all the stress 
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman 
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.


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THE PERFECT WOMAN

THE PERFECT WOMAN

What does a perfect woman mean? 
Does it mean something that meets your standards?
A standard measured by physical appearance
or from within towards one's heart and soul?

Perfect is just a label 
A label to define what you like in a woman
A woman whom you want to be with for the rest of your life
A life that will make you feel satisfied.

What is a perfect woman for me?
The perfect woman is a woman who is beautiful inside and out
Not only in the sight of those around us
But in the sight of GOD


By: Ms.Melba Regina V.Sales
      ( a.k.a RIPPED HEART AND SOUL )



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Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


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Mother

She is strong but also weak
with that beautiful smile
so graceful and meek
Her touch is soft
and her words ever so sweet
Never a dull moment
always bright and sometimes lenient
with a positive outlook
even when it's clearly out of the books
She wipes the tears, and forces the smiles
touches the heart
and never you dare cross her child
Mother, Mama, Mom, Mommy
the many names that she goes by
All quite fitting for the warrior inside
with the love giving and super healing ways
she never makes a mistake
Even when you thought she was wrong
give it a day and you'll realize exactly what she was trying to say all along ( you soon realize she was right all along)
She is the all knowing, all loving, super talented and magical gift from the God above


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A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


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DEAR MOTHER

DEAR MOTHER

Dear Mother of all
Sweetest mother of all Time
Queen of the world of women
You never aborted me
You raise me with your hard earn
You teach me the way of the righteous
You Bless me with the blessing of your mouth
Who will I praise if not you
Who will I believe if not you
Who will I trust if not you
You that carry me for nine months
You put me to bed on the 17th Day of the Sixth Month of the Glorious Year
You breast feed me till I am fit for the race
You put together your earning for my first birthday
You work under the sun and the rain just for me to be among equals
I understand it is not easy in this part of the world
Yet you gave me a reason to live
And even though I heard I use to be stubborn when I a little kid
Yet your love for me never ceased
Memories fade me not of my past failure
You hold me close to you and whisper to my ear saying
"Foluso The sun still shine, you can still make it"
No wonder I am reaching my goals now because your Sweet words still live in me
Words are not enough to express how I feel
But I have to tell you this Sweet mother
Ain’t a woman alive that can take my mama’s place


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STASHING CASH 2

Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

Money on my mind like bread on a sandwich

I run the city, they're the lights, I'm the switch

I stand for what's mine, never see me slip and fall

I'm runnin' the race, you're a baby with a slow crawl

My cash stay on point, like a sharpened pencil

Try 'n' copy my style, you gon' need mo' than a stencil

I don't be's in the trap, buy my workers put-in overtime

Feds can't catch me, never see me committin' crime

That's why from time to time I shoot 'em a raise

And tell 'em to stash cash for those rainy days

If money talk, then there's nothing to say

If B.S walk, none of ya' fools can stay

My money talkin' for me, betta' yet, it's in a conversation

Ya' look like money; make money, nice observation

They say the love of money's the root of all evil

So how much money will it take to really love people


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The Perfect Woman

 Since I was a boy I have known of her . I've dreamed of her in my fantasies , I have visioned you in my thoughts.Never knowing why or how or 

where she came from, Just she was there .Not ever did I see her face ,but I've known all the while of her beautiful smile. Eyes of an Angel , I can  

see all the way to her soul. Hair that flows over her shoulders like a waterfall.  . Just a dream in my head , my imagination gone wild , but I have 

always known she would be mine one day , A goddess  I will cherrish as my Queen and love her with all my heart. Spoil her with gifts and 

treasures, what ever she likes .The girl of my dreams I have honestly seen .I have spoken to her  and it is exactly as it was suppose to be . She's in 

love with me. Oh and she is the prettiest thing, this woman thats always been in my dreams .I was put here to meet her and she to meet me . I have 

always been in her dreams ,that's what she's been telling me . A match made in Heaven is what she claims, a love forever , a happiness for life , a 

Joy in our hearts that makes our lives worth living. Every since I was a boy I have known her. This woman of my dreams.
TAC


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Woman

The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart 
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus 
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication 
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts 
 
I yawn & it reminds me…  I should probably inhale & exhale 
I smile because it is simply facial muscles that need exercise 
I do mechanical muscle  management to strengthen & maximise 
Biomechanical body’s like mine don’t simply go frail.. 
 
My skin surface is stimulated, & sympathetically constricts.. it must be cold? 
My mental function set to maintain a neutral base 
My muscles, skeletal system, ligaments, tendons & bony structures 
Encapsulated by a mechanised myofascial web, complete the outer mould 
 
Organs operate internally as a well serviced engine, its all systems go 
Emotions just pesky little hormone imbalances, from a time long ago 
Where we as woman once needed in order to reproduce 
Will evolution shrink our ovaries as they have outgrown their use? 
 
My tongue embraces words, my tongue the sharpened sword 
I trip stumble & fall and my senses heighten 
My pelvic floor constricts & I feel it twitch & tighten 
I massage the distressed muscles & release multiple rewards 
 
 
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine 
Not some sensitive, high strung weak inferior copy of a male 
It is supple, soft and silky to the touch, all curves & contours 
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine……


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LILY

Lily,
Her beauty surpasses the moon,
The fragrance of her voice charms the world
And draw sorrows away from mankind
She is a woman!

Lily,
Her smile embalms the sorrowful world
And soothes the weeping nations
Making them smile, and smile again
She is a woman!

Lily,
The glare from her eyes make heavens blush
And clouds to no longer hold their sorrows
Their tears fall and wet the earth
Because she is a woman!

Lily,
Who’se holds her sure-fire conviction,
That whips me into convulsion
And I mislay my age-old senses
Because she is a woman!

Lily,
Because she is a woman, I make a man
Because she is a woman, I am alive
Because she is a woman, I smile
Because she is the ideal woman! 


Details | Narrative | |

Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Rhyme | |

STASHING CASH 1

Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

My Green could fill-up a Bay, need a few Packers

Haters look, fold and crumble like Ritz-crackers

Money comes and goes, but you know mine stays

Like a well-trained dog, sometimes it even lays

Money brings power, respect, gotta' have the jewels

Call me a handy-man, I stay with my tools

I know it sounds messed-up, but it's money-over-everything

My weight's been up, you just started like a flower in spring

My money keeps flippin', like some Burgers on a grill

Money on me heavy, like a work-out, makes me sweat fo'real

Active, got a million hustles, I'm motivated and dedicated

Call me and money happily married, we can't be separated

Not talking movies, but I bet you ain't seen this in a while

My money's long, go 'head, call it the green mile

Long as I'm stashing cash, I'll always come out on top

Like a junkie smokin' dope, me making money won't stop


Details | Prose | |

She

She's the flour in the middle of a fertile desert soil
She dreams of my dreams when i dream she dreams dreams that we dream
She's a speechless pole
She's a footstep away from my soul
She dreams of my goal
She's my African queen
Her womb carriers the nation's poetry
She takes me back to my dreams in chains
I make my own God she believes
She's one minute past jealousy
She's the speed of an angry poem in the dark
The black paint building an arch
The spirit of a mic resurrected by a dead poem
Speechless pole stronger than cone
She's my poem
She's my poetic lyrical port
I can see by the blushes right under my rhymes
She's so beautiful she makes you read her repetedly
She's my poem


Details | Classicism | |

My Weakness made perfect

As we have all come to know and accept
That within certain parameters we find ourselves trapped
It’s either you’re stuck with wearing pants to rule and impress
Or socially considered inferior and wearing a dress
Well, I for one, fortunately belong to the latter
However, at the excruciating sensation of being perpetually overlooked, I shudder

For I know my worth exceeds that of just another fine lady
A woman who ignores harsh Reality and hides behind a smile, looking dandy
A conformist, being looked down on by what is called a man
So from this awkward position of helplessness, to remove myself without delay is my plan
This feeling of constantly being emotionally and socially dormant
Exhausts me – utterly drains my energy, to be used as a dusty doormat

Then carelessly, I am cast into a sea of vulnerability
Viewed by society as a mere object of instability
I, being of greater value, will remove myself from behind Male’s shadow
For I refuse, the social norm of this world, to follow
Even though seen as nothing, for myself I have respect
And to the world, my greatest strengths I shall reflect

Because I possess rare beauty that goes deeper than the skin
So onto my strengths, I shall trustingly lean
Where man exhibits his pompous ways I humbly outshine
For I am a woman of worth and that, the beauty in me shall always define
As a woman, I am made perfect in my weakness
For I thrive, where man tries his best to impress


Details | Free verse | |

The Door is Always Open

Things get bad, then they get good again.
You can write yourself angry.
You can write yourself sick.
But never
ever
should you write yourself sorry.

The world, to me, is many things:
A canvas, a movie, a place to store
everything you are and will ever be,
but never a bell jar.

As long as your hands can shake
and your voice can quiver,
never close the door.

Love the ground under your feet,
and your only sadness 
will be that a blanket of sky 
can't keep off the cold. 

Smile with every breath you take, 
and you'll realize that, 
no matter how much you weep,
you will never fill an ocean.

Look inside your heart:
There's answer there.
You'll find,
deep in an oblivion of night,
there is a light somewhere.

It may not be much light,
but it's brighter than darkness.
Follow it.

If you seek, you will find 
yourself always involved in 
something,
and as long as that door never closes,
whatever something will be enough.

I promise.


Details | Verse | |

A Perfect Woman

A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.

From obscure origin appears,
a tranquillity not surpassed,
with only virtue in arrears.
Instructed and morals to last – 
admiration is thus fanned.
A perfect Woman, nobly planned.

Her arms are strong and she is fit,
her stamina unlimited,
not only work, but hearts to lift.
At her hearth you will be admitted,
a welcome fit for man of any brand – 
To warn, to comfort, and command.

Her tears she may hide from the world,
cruel in its assessment of her,
leaving her golden heart in the cold.
Her true value measured in myrrh.
Her ready smile to set things right
and yet a Spirit still, and bright.


Love, only arrow in her bow
to teach us the lessons of life
and that we shall reap what we sow.
Testimony to the perfect wife.
She inspires all to a new height
with something of angelic light.

Poetry form: GLOSA 
Based on: 
PERFECT WOMAN
by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

The original poem by Wordsworth: http://www.englishverse.com/poems/perfect_woman


Details | I do not know? | |

JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW

Just one more slam before I leave this be
All you women who thinks he is so great
You are welcomed to the cheat
You are welcome to the thief
You are welcome to the user
You are welcome to the financial abuser 
You are welcomed to the man of many words
The man who used me for my money and opportunities 
The man who used countless women for what he can get out of them
God used me to take him from the US 
So he couldn't rob another woman there
Yes this story seems surreal but it is TRUE 
He who feels it knows it
I wish I could warn every woman before it is too late
I did have an encounter with the man
The man who latched on to a fictional character on the Soup
Thinking it was a wealthy widow he would be able to rob 

Yes he has words but not just for poetry
He has a degree in being a con artist 
There I’m done with it!!!! 
Just so you all know



Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Warrior

The strength of a woman
Is not in her tongue
Or the length of her hair
Or the songs she has sung

Control is not found
In the clothing she wears
Or seduction she offers
Or the child that she bears

Her honor and glory
Comes not from what shows
Except her reliance
On God that she knows

For God gives her power
Beyond height and length
And makes her much stronger
To display her strength

It’s there deep within her
And flows through her being
Revealing a boldness
And strength we are seeing

For man cannot crush
All the things she can do
For she is a woman
And warrior too


Details | Rhyme | |

Damsel In Distress Syndrome

Is such a term documented and medically known?
I seem to be inflicted with what I refer to as Damsel In Distress Syndrome.
It doesn't matter the woman or her degree of distress, however great or small.
I am compelled to help all of them and save them from their fall.
I guess it's because so many great women have greatly influenced my life
and this may be my way of attempting to repay them all.

Dedicated To All The Great Women Out There 
(but then again, what other type of woman are there?)


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

There's A Web of Temptation And Sin

There’s a Web of Temptation and Sin!

There’s a web of temptation and a lot of sin…
That brings slavery and a strong bondage within!

Throughout this land, there’s an evil surge!
While many lives, seem to be getting “submerged!”

Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in.
They become perverted, but want all to receive them!

The “love and acceptance,”
 that many desire.
Puts them on a tightrope!  A very thin wire!

As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow.
It brings a bondage that damages the soul!

They may want to have “love and acceptance.”
But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance!

May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred!
That all will come back, to the truth of his word!

His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died!
That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified!

Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration!
He gives to one and all… 
 A heavenly invitation!

Whosoever will… Come now!  And accept him!
Won’t you take the time, to really know him?

Don’t allow the web of life to destroy 
and overcome you!
Come to Jesus now!  He really does
 LOVE YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Wrinkles

Wrinkle, wrinkle on my face…

Couldn't you have found some other place ?

What made you furrow between my eyes ?

And all those creams, they are nothing but lies….

When I look in the mirror, all I can see…

Is a silver haired person staring back at me….

Then there are the lines , which run down the sides of my nose…

Running in circles, round my lips, down my neck and into my clothes….

Speaking of clothes , isn’t that where the wrinkles should be ?

Is nature playing a trick on me ?

Or is this a sign “ old “ is sneaking up on me ?

It seems only yesterday I was a young girl .. and had my whole life ahead of me…

So simple..so free……

Which don’t take me wrong I have enjoyed my life’s ride…

And there isn’t much in my life, I haven’t tried….

But it should would be nice if I could just see…

Myself with one less wrinkle…when I looked back at me…..


Details | Ghazal | |

Invisible Woman

Although I couldn't see her I knew she was there.
     Her essence filled the room with her perfume in there.

She was an invisible woman in need.
     Her wet, musky sex speeding her greedy sin there.

Being invisible made it near impossible.
     For what she wanted me to do, the air seemed thin there.

Invisibility has it's perks as you well know.
     She can do everything that she wants to do with all men there.

Scanky yes, but what the hey, when it comes to the lay.
     She has that need to play, so all men will win there.

Do invisible rosebuds smell the same you all ask?
     Well if you can see this mans face, there's a grin there.

He's putting snow white flakes into this luscious rosebud.
     The beauty of it astonishes all women there.

The luscious rosebud clutches like a tight fitting glove.
      Invisible woman uses her rosebud when there.

I know this because I experienced her glove.
      I'm here to say that invisible woman's been there!



Note: For Jarad's contest....hope this is close enough!!  lol


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet 8: The Perfect Woman

How many gentlemen have chased your myth?
How many captains and how many kings?
How many have heard of your legend fell?
How many poets and how many priests?
How could they resist your tender mercy?
They'll never deny the world at your feet.

How many gentle ladies dread your myth?
How many mistresses, how many maids?
How many have known your calamity?
How many nurses and how many nuns?
How could they ever dare compete with thee?
They'll never deny the world your beauty.

How many people, both women and men,
Meet the measure of The Perfect Woman?


*Michael Dom, sonnet for Nette Onclaude's Take Two contest.

**I had thought of shortenning this poem to fit in 'The Perfect Woman' competition, but I could not do that without destroying the original vision. A pity I wrote the poem before reading the competition rules! Nevermind, it's all good! mt_dom


Details | Rhyme | |

Human or Humane

Human or Humane – Zamreen Zarook
 
The precious creature of the divine lord,
One differ from other as the playings of harpsichord,
Every single was a pass chord,
So as to go for their fatal reward.

Muscular system is a part,
Nervous system is an art,
Skeleton system is again a handcraft,
Things matters on the beauty of the heart.

Showing kindness and sympathy,
You become a man of empathy,
This leads to be healthy and wealthy,
Where as it makes your life lengthy.

Dummy body is human,
Love and kindness within it is the humane,
decide and alter your membrane,
Before you reach the torture of the hurricane.


Details | Romanticism | |

This One Girl

This One Girl,
Every night she greets me
In my arms she rests
No one else's around, we're free
Time's standing still, a sweet caress

This One Girl,
I've always loved the most
We've gone our separate ways
To two distant, far away coasts
To spend the rest of our days

This One Girl,
I'm not knowing if her face
I'll ever see again
Or if of her, I'll ever find another trace
But still all my love, her way, I'll send

This One Girl,
There's just something about her
A magic to her ways
Making my heart stir
She's got me in a daze


Details | Narrative | |

Female Companion

                                                     She is so typical
                                                           So critical
                                                   For most part difficult

                                   I never really could grasp her in such way
                                       She just wants me to some how stay
                               She comes to my man cave and makes me obey

                                          Shy she was and now I am scared
                                              In such way I almost cared
                              She thinks she can do everything for me I swear

                         She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing
     Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping
                She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening

                So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me
                                When I do things I do it for her it is always a key
            Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy


Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sea Lion Woman

Silver women with fragile spines
Lonely during the week, they must be doing something right
The loneliness doesn’t affect them, and they don’t want to scream and shout
Daily feelings of sadness, sometimes are beautiful and sometimes are loud 

These women transformed themselves in statues made of seam and dreams 
So they can stay in their days willing to give, care and redeem
Time isn’t the problem, but let there be courage to move forward old days of resembling habits 
Make them brave, and they would be the Sea Lion Woman of their own credits


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

Will You Travel With Me To Heaven PART THREE

Imagine a king who has many
Servants staying at his palace
It would make no sense at all if those
Servants do not fulfill their purpose


Those servants were ordered to work
And to respect that king at all times
While the king gives them a place to stay
They should always make his palace shine


Any slave who does not work may
Eventually be kicked out soon
Any slave who works improperly
May likewise end up without a room


That king has a right to command
His slaves to sing lovely songs of him
To choose the number of times to wash
A staircase, because he is 'king'


That king has a right to command his
Slaves to do well to his family
To treat his close friends with respect
And welcome his guests cheerfully


To tell them not to touch this and that
To disallow them from certain rooms
To do what he commands them to do
As he is the owner who rules


So when Allah gives a command
A command that must be obeyed
You must obey Allah's Commandments
Or else you might get yourself astray


So if Allah commands you to pray
To Him, five prayers everyday
Don't ask 'why? ' Don't ask 'why five salahs? '
Just listen to God, and obey


God lets you walk on the earth He made
God gives you fresh air for you to breathe
God keeps the clouds above you floating
And gives you drink and food to eat


God gave you a brain with which to think
And still you ask 'why should you pray? '
We pray to Allah, the Mighty King
Who lets us live each night and day


When you're awake, when you're asleep
The air you breathe each night and day
What you inhale and what you exhale
Are some things from God which you don't pay


The ability to taste is a
Gift from God which many just ignore
Imagine if you could not taste the
Food you eat, eating would be a bore


You eat fruits and vegetables that God
Created, from plants that Allah made
You drink water which belongs to God
And yet you ask 'why must we pray? '

--->PART FOUR


Details | Rhyme | |

I Want

I want to sing you
I want to write you
I want to watch you
And describe you

I would like to compose you
You, my ninth symphony
To put you on a stave
To play your melody

I want to sculpt you
Without engraving too much
Hardly anything to change
Some details to fix

I want to photograph you
Under different lights
To whip with the flash
All those artifices that are hiding you

I want to break your records
Go through your body's limits
Jump higher, run further
When man an athlete is one

I could go on with other arts
But none of them seem good enough to define you
So I'll go on in which my words are the finest
For you, I'll never stop writing


Details | Alliteration | |

I am a woman, not a woe-man

I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too

I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too, 
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too

I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too, 
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted

I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

WOMAN

Day by day we pray to stay alive, ladies, the face of this world is slowly changing, no longer do we need to hold our heads in disgrace, and it’s about time we take our place. No longer let us be connived, nor let us forget the silent cries in trees that our sista’s souls are still hangin’, see the true in others denies rather waistin’ yourself complaining. Nor keep us from strength to stand by man, strength to leave if struck by hand, no more bruises upon our face for we also help to make this race. No more scars upon our souls for only marked with beauty moles and let our stories be fortold for we are women who behold, a key to inspiration and moral pride, coming out of our hide, Gods rules are to which one should only apply, but most chose pain to keep inside, left alone and died. Your elimination of God’s creation, we are but faith to this nation. Men of ignorance we are sick of belligerence, cuz we prove intelligence, cuz where there’s no woman there is no man strong and on this land we belong as distinct and separate persons walk along. Before your ignorance get the respect that you so vainly seek, practice what you claim til' all things you do or speak shall in reality be the same, nor let us be so eased to blame and give us our well earned past due fame, all musical and sorrowful stories contained. My people, make me proud to know your name and I’ll return the favour by doing the same.
For all men whom think us fast, remember the good ones always finish last, we women are still raped future and past so personally you can kiss my ... In us your babies wombs all your life fluids we consume, to mothers growing up too soon, to those mommas babies and daddy’s maybes.....REMEMBER, when your round to actin' shady, we are the ladies of this land, women with pride we stand, I am a WOMAN and for equal respect, I would do it again!!!


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The Traveller's Unclaimed Land

He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!


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Unspoken Love

She saved herself from pick up lines though she looked vulnerable
She's sooo lovable her heart definition could ruin my poetic abilities 
You cannot put a price on her she's not billable
If only her lips where adjustable my soft poetry would define her inabilities and weaknesses for the mute to scream happily ever after  
She's untouchable i O you an explanation
Her tears tattoo broken spirits uploaded on instagram
She's no twitter baby though followers invite themselves its unbelievable
I could throw nice verses in our conversation but i'm afraid i'm love blind 

I'll tell you more about her if you ask me....ask me nice


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I lay my tender heart

I lay my tender heart at your feet
and my soul and very being I surrender
My desire and quest
to fill your heart with joy
and summer
by the sweetest of emotion and affection.

To stand by you
to provide and protect you
a bond so strong nothing can tare it apart
until death do us part
and later
we meet once more
in a much better place
once again
reunited.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


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The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


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MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


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Superficial Love

My physical lusts each and every cut, rip, and peck on his body my intellectual craves his thoughts, opinions, and charisma, my emotional wants to laugh, cry, and embrace his deepest feelings. Yet my emotional abundance does not captivate him, my intellectual determination does not appeal to him it is my physique alone that attracts his mind, body, and soul. It is the complexion of my skin that caught his attention, it is the reflection of my smile that made him acknowledge my presence, it is the kink in my hair that preserved his interest, the seduction in my eyes that tempted his spirit, the curves on my body that infatuated his sexual desires, and my forbidden fruit that took his whole being into euphoria yet my mind and soul is yet to be explored! My physical body has been pleasured time and time again but my emotional and intellectual elements remain untouched like the footprints on the moon!


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Saul And the Witch of Endor

Saul & the Witch of Endor “7 Saul then said to his attendants, “Find me a woman who is a medium, so I may go and inquire of her.” “There is one in Endor,” they said. 8 So Saul disguised himself, putting on other clothes, and at night he and two men went to the woman. “Consult a spirit for me,” he said, “and bring up for me the one I name.” 9 But the woman said to him, “Surely you know what Saul has done. He has cut off the mediums and spiritists from the land. Why have you set a trap for my life to bring about my death?” 10 Saul swore to her by the LORD, “As surely as the LORD lives, you will not be punished for this.” 11 Then the woman asked, “Whom shall I bring up for you?” “Bring up Samuel,” he said.” 1 Sam 28:7-11 NIV King Saul sought a medium— He totally rebelled against God above. Consultations with mediums were banned, In accordance with the God of love. Rebellion to this instruction Is still prevalent today; Mediums and spirits are sought To lead the unknowing astray. There are many like the Witch of Endor Communicating with evil angels. Most portray themselves as benevolent And helpful to earth’s rebels. Do not be deceived my friend For you are being mocked. King Saul met his death the following day; By evil he’d been trapped. Spirit guides can speak truth And quote the Bible too, But they are rebellious to God; Communication with them taboo. Many are deceived these days, Just as in the days gone by. They fail to talk to the Lord, But on evil angels prefer to rely. Saul and the Witch of Endor Is a perfect example of rebellion. God told us not to talk to the dead; To this command, He made no exception. Evil spirits enter men and women, And place them under their control. God wants us to surrender to Him; Through His Holy Spirit, His power to enroll. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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PLAYER 2

I spit game proper, like a pro-batter, I got the right stroke
I work deals, like it's Black-Friday, I'm far from broke
I can't help but make the girl proud and gay
Want some of my time, like takes, you too gotta' pay

Like a hole, she do nothing but dig me

I'm like Kurmit the frog, she's miss Piggy

She can't leave me alone, like a mother to an infant

Like soft soil, I step in her life, leave an imprint

I handle her with care, like a fragile antique plate

When she express her feelings, I pretend I can relate

Never catch me cheatin', I'm a true player

I run her, if she's a city, I'm the mayor

Your chick left with me, not coming back--runaway

You ain't do her right, I took her in like a stray

Chicks throwin' me that pussy-cat, do I look like a vet?

They call me Super-soaker, the way I get 'em wet

My damsels come in pairs, like a set of earings

I don't put up with their problems,

I ain't a Judge handling hearings

Want your chick back, take her, can't get a receipt

Funny, how I got you off rhythm, moving to my beat


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For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


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November Blues

I’ve got the November Blues, End of a Glasgow Summertime, Solely defined, On the hours of Sunshine, Of which I’ve had TWO to choose, November Blues, Not cured by Christmas fever, Ever eager, For solutions cheaper, How is this a happy time of year? I’ve got the November Blues, Call in sick for work, Sleep/Eat/Chase skirt, I keep, trying to raise my mood, Fireworks and Poppies are good, But never reaching peaks, At troughs I dwell and never speak, November Blues, You’re gone and won’t return, The chances spurned, And lessons learned, You’re gone and I remember, Blue all shades, roll on December.


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A Dark Fantasy

I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!

As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!

In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power

Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find

I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings

I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil

Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter

The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?


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In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


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Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love


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Perfect Woman

What makes a woman perfect?
Is it the shape of her hips?
The color of her eyes?
Her alluring smile?
Perhaps
I think perfection lies in another's eyes
The one who sees the invisible
The essence beyond the physical 
Words spoken, subtle movements
Stories revealed, dreams being lived
Private laughter, not so hidden passion
Mind body connection, experiential perfection. 

See above for entry to the Perfect Woman Contest.
I had more to say so I could not stop at 12 lines.

Being seen, understood
Feeling beautiful
Total surrender
Each woman perfect in her imperfection
Confident or shy the apple of someone's eye
I have a special gift
I see perfect women all around
Not one is the same
Each one unique
So many fail to see
The potential of them
The perfection within
If only they could see
Please look through my eyes
Please see what I see


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Golfing Diva

Crookhill ladies  take the tee
On their very first “girly” golfing spree
To High Street stores they wave goodbye
Preferring sun-baked Spanish skies ,
Aperitifs in long, cool glasses
Served by waiters with tiny asses
 
No tears were shed, all eyes were dry
As they boarded EASY JET 109
On route for the infamous, Alicante
Where  golfing  convention rules out “hankey-pankey”
Aperitifs in long, cool glasses
Served by waiters with black silky ‘tashes
 
Pretty conservative as you’d expect
These would be,  competition golfettes
All that is, except for Sheila
A real little animated golfing diva
She’ll sip the aperitifs in long cool glasses
More likely to kick than kiss their assets
 
All thoughts of home are driven away
Anticipating the games they’d play
Of practice, putts  and competition
With dreams of victory a firm conviction
They sip the aperitifs in long cool glasses
While thoughts may turn to the young Señors' assets
 
Balmy nights they came and went
Their passion for golf now almost spent
Except for our Sheila - golfing diva
Lifting the trophy, a mega achievement
Sips champagne till way past dawn
Her entourage, she can’t recall
Coincidence?, I really can’t say
But those Spanish Señors look content today


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Women- The Road Familiar

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.


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A naked woman

She was walking naked
On the river bank
And in her hand holds the revenge dagger for honor
Ah! If she knows
How this dagger screams?
In her pregnant hand with ignominy
But what is the avail of that?
Dagger stays a dagger
Dagger is the color of blood
In her handgrip
Becomes a rose
Dagger becomes a greater saint

My lady
Don’t care

Life is naked trees
And naked mountains
And naked tears
And naked hearts
In a naked night
But are there dumb eyes?
Are there blind feelings?
Are there deaf birds?
And is there an Honorable dagger?
Revenge for a prostitute devil


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Paper Thin

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 


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The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








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One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


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A naked woman

She was walking naked
On the river bank
And in her hand holds the revenge dagger for honor
Ah! If she knows
How this dagger screams?
In her pregnant hand with ignominy
But what is the avail of that?
Dagger stays a dagger
Dagger is the color of blood
In her handgrip
Becomes a rose
Dagger becomes a greater saint

My lady
Don’t care

Life is naked trees
And naked mountains
And naked tears
And naked hearts
In a naked night
But are there dumb eyes?
Are there blind feelings?
Are there deaf birds?
And is there an Honorable dagger?
Revenge for a prostitute devil


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A Basket Full of Flowers or of Trouble

The maiden was carrying a basket
it was full of sweet flowers for market
once she got there she places a blanket
then lays the bunches around a casket

A toff came along and got one for Ascot
he doffed his hat showing a crew cut
the fabric of his trousers was tricot
made up fashionably in cross cut

He invites her to join him at Ascot
leading her down to a leafy short cut
intentions clear he opens his tricot
so she made good use of hidden off cut

Flees from situation most delicate
to get involved much too intricate
after all you must follow etiquette
to remain in the temple's syndicate 

Collecting up her flowers and basket
she made her way home out of the market
she wrote never again in triplicate
as her cat came over to affricate

She sat down to a dinner of brisket
followed by a nice tasty biscuit
getting it down, she cleaned the musket
finishes day ironing her weskit

            ~~~~~~   


affricate means to rub up against
Tricot is a fabric or material
weskit is a word for waistcoat usually very ornate


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Name the Movie

This was released before many of you were alive.
It was picked as Best Picture of nineteen fifty-five.
The Best Actor Oscar was earned by one who would be
later known on television in "McHale's Navy".
Its title is the same as the main character's name.
He was a single, thirty-something man who felt shame
for why he was not married, and did not have a wife.
His lack of success with women was hurting his life.

His mother always hoped to make her son a bridegroom.
She suggested that he visit the Stardust Ballroom.
So he went there with a friend on a Saturday night.
As his mother said, there were lots of women in sight.
However, as he stood there, he would be filled with fright.
A dance refusal from a woman did not feel right.

Suddenly, another guy stuck with a bad blind date
met him with a proposal that would insinuate
that he take the blind date home so that her man could leave.
This was something our main character could not believe.
The guy's sudden departure left the poor girl in tears.
This event made our hero overcome all his fears.
He followed her out to the fire escape by chance.
When he met her, he politely asked her for a dance.
So the man of this story spent the rest of his night,
with this unattached woman who would prove a delight!
If you would like to know the rest of this fine story,
all I would have to say is, "Go and see the movie"!


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THE WOMAN WHO WAITED TOO LONG


THE WOMAN WHO WAITED TOO LONG

               Empty womb
        Springs tumble winters
              The clock ticks

            Plum blossoms
         Yearnings of passion
               Wept away


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An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


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Between soul and body

Why you seem sad?
How is for this moon to sadden?
Why pearls pour down from your eyes?
As the raindrops
What is the secret?
What is the matter?
What is the avail of sadness?
And we are hanging in ropes of the sin
And between rope and gallows
An orphan friendship
And between me and you
A new world
Between my eyelash and tears
Painful memories
My lady!
Between city and city
Long distances
Thousand barriers
Thousand souls immigrating
Thousand temples
Thousand priests
Thousand knights
Thousand nights
Thousand devils
And between heart and heart
Farness and yearning
Thousand mercies
Thousand pulses
Thousand love
Thousand addresses
Thousand words
Thousand lies
Thousand candles
And between eye and eye
Hidden Language and dialogues
Thousand tears
Thousand roses
Thousand tones
Thousand winks
Thousand whispers
Thousand touches
Thousand kisses
But between soul and body
One life.............One life.....


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Life without You

Life without you is plain and boring
I find myself thinking about you and I am snoring
It’s like going back to work after a long holiday
I think about you each and everyday
My heart for you is love
You are a gift from above
With you in my life, great memories can be made
Those great memories will not fade.
You are someone I want to come to
I cannot live my life without you


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I Am Woman

I am Woman. 
I am domesticated woman constantly dusting off cobwebs of infidelity. 
Tears pace down my cheeks but no, I'm fine.
It's merely thick dusty layers of despondency. 

Through scorching barren deserts she walks wither soles leather, face wrinkled, skin creased, smile inverted, eyes downturned with not a single drop in sight like the desert she walks through.
Her only condolence is knowing uba uspho lwakhe lume ngaye, inhliziyo yakhe iethe-ethe ebeleke usana lwakhe emqolo.
I am not privileged enough to call myself womankuba andikayazi inhlungu yobayintwakazi, umzali ne gqhiyazan. 

You see, the mercilessness of memory takes her back to the day of the night she cried herself to sleep,
Hoping everything would turn out right,
But all she had to show for it came morning was nothing but a bloodstained pillow which she hung on the washing line.
I am woman

You are phenomenal woman.
The clod steel claws of unkindness ripped her heart out 
Ngosuku awathy ndlela'nhle kuyise wosapho lwakhe.
All her creased hands cling onto at night is hope,
Please deliver her for her heart is too dainty.

Qina gqiyazana, qina nwakazi ngoba inyembezi zegqiyazana aziweli phantsi. 
You, 
Beautiful woman with your barren soul,
Are phenomenal woman.


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celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


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a womans cry

Dynasties of radiance splash into a womans swimming pool of excellence a womans cry transforms failures into triumph, should i feel agony & defeat for the lost bondage of our love, does a womans cry begin to symbolize the sacred feelings hiding inside the belly of a mans lies, a queen at the throne was promised, i bear children in the midst of our fight for survival do you dare assassinate my worth, my conscious is a relentless drum at the mercy of ones entertaining commands listen to a womans cry, how do i remain steady when even i question my character, is it wrong to look towards the heavens seeking pity for not being your lone constant treasure, such a life grows deeper as i sleep but find not an eye full of rest, my heart is but a mere myth who will hear a woman cry, weary i crawl for the weight of your misfortunes too great to shield, my place as a mother weakend by your arrows of discretions, spare me of your tough ridges, rid me of your chaotic demanor, heal my wounded but not broken spirit from your barbariac abuse, sooth my emotions for empty i remain a womans cry


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To the lion-haired girls

I want to tell you
to keep your curls
but the allure of it
will find you one day.
You will spend hours
just to run your fingers
down the length of it,
and when you gaze in the mirror
you will see you,
but a different you,
sexy,
womanly,
tempting.
You will put on red lipstick,
and the lowest cut blouse you have,
push up your breasts
as the strands waterfall down.
You'll pucker your lips,
just a little more,
sway your hips,
just a little more
and the men will say,
you're so beautiful,
I prefer you this way.
I want to tell you
to keep your curls.
They are wild,
lion-formed,
complicated,
full of truth.


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Just One Thing

Parce que des fois il suffit de voir une phrase une photo un mot
Et même quelques fois le passé peut nous rattrapé
Alors qu’un sourire aux lèvres, les yeux sont en sanglots
Le bonheur occupe votre cœur mai la tristesse envahi les pensées

Derrière le soleil un orage se prépare pour venir foutre le bordel
Plusieurs fois aussi bien qu’il peut gardien soleil résistera
Mais l’orage reviendra toujours plus fort, vraiment rebelle
Pour enfin mettre le trouble dans tes idées, personne ne le verra

Quinze secondes c’est le temps qu’aura mis cette phrase cette photo ou ce mot
Pour installer un doute certain dans tes pensées les plus profondes
C‘est toute une remise en cause pour toi, qualités ou défauts ?!
Tu en meurs mai c’est invisible aux yeux de tout le monde

Reste humble, tais-toi, règle ça seul
Entre toi cet orage et cette putain de pensée
Que les autres fassent ce qu’ils veulent
Ce qu’on ressent jamais une rime ne pourra l’exprimer

Je continuerai à slamer
Tant que mon cœur saignera
Et j’arrêterai de crier
Le jour où la vie me l’enlèvera


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23 Lines Of Poetry About Me

My name is “Maryam”, the name of the Prophet Jesus’ mother.
Alhamdulillah I’m a wife of a medical doctor.
I was born in Saudi Arabia in nineteen eighty six.
The language I use, since birth, e’en with my parents is English.
Alhamdulillah with them I’ve traveled to many countries –
From Saudi Arabia, Qatar, the Egyptian pyramids,
Cool countries like England and France, Denmark and U. S. of A.
Indonesia, Singapore and Malaysia where we once planned to stay.
I believe in Allah, I always seek knowledge of Islam,
I love reading Islamic books and teach Islam when I can,
I too enjoy poetry –have been writing since my early teens.
Had a few writings published in a Saudi Fun Times magazine.
I’m friendly in general. I don’t start fights for no reason.
You can tell I dislike someone when I snub or avoid them.
I’m against suicide bombings, against all acts of injustice.
I love the Messenger Muhammad (SallAllahu ‘alaihi wa sallam) and all of God’s Prophets like Jesus and Moses.
I believe that silence is better than constant chit-chatting,
And that enjoining good deeds is better than simply sighing.
I believe that when someone is rude to you they’re just jealous,
And sticking to Islam and good manners is always a must.
If my friends from school were to see me they’d think I’ve changed so much –
Many things I’ve abandoned and wrongdoings my limbs once touched.
I am Maryam –a Muslim and a friend you can always trust.

© Mariam Mababaya.


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The Sundress, As A Marital Aid

The Sundress, As A Marital Aid By Rick Rucker Before we begin, I am a “little” weird, In case you have not “heared,” When my Lover wears her mini sundress, Her bare skin, I cannot wait to caress, Her womanly delights, just out of view, My lust for her, she does renew! The enticing expanse of her bare back, The gossamer-thin fabric accents the curves that she does not lack! When she has it on, and we are walking, I am nearly incapable of talking, As any woman will tell you that you ask, No man can begin to multitask! I have on my mind just one thing, An activity that makes me want to sing! Walking behind her, I can see, The sensual goddess in front of me, Of her, I have no favorite part, All of her does over-speed my Heart! As I watch her stroll along, I am reminded of “Pretty Woman,” the song, She makes me so proud that I could shout, Then sing, and dance about! If other men knew what I have waiting, When she and I get home, it is me they would be hating! She has found the secret to a happy life, This woman whom I have asked to be my wife, She can do such things to me, My senses so overloaded, that I can hardly see, We are lucky that what she does cannot be put in a pill, Our country’s production would come to a standstill! Half of our population, would die very soon, The men would take a bunch of the pills, then swoon! Luckily, I do not have to take that pill, I have her next to me to thrill, I give her a red, red Rose, She gives me cause to curl my toes! Removing her sundress is an art, As I do it, exploring each newly-exposed part! It must not be done it too fast, I want this ceremony to last! In fact, in a day, I may remove it from her several times, As this really “rings my chimes!” As I told you, I may be strange, But this part of the day, I would not change! If your lover wears a sexy sundress, She is wearing it for you, I would guess, Tell her you would be happy to help her take it off, If you are lucky, your clothes she may help You doff! If your love life is a little staid, Help her buy a sundress as a marital aid!


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Et in Arcadia ego

Et in Arcadia ego                                               Even in Arcadia there am I [1]

'Wepyng and waylyng,                                      'Weeping and wailing,
     care and oother sorwe                                       care and other sorrow
I knowe ynogh, on even                                    I know enough, in the evening  
     and a-morwe,'	                                                 and the morning.'                                                                                            
Quod the Marchant, 'and so doon 	                  said the Merchant, 'and so does 
     oother mo                                                            many another
That wedded been.'					          who has been married.'[2]


Une femme parfaite[3]

      A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
          To warn, to comfort, and command;
      And yet a Spirit still, and bright
          With something of angelic light.[4]

From obscure origin appears,
a tranquillity not surpassed,
with only virtue in arrears.
Instructed and morals to last – 
admiration is thus fanned.
A perfect Woman, nobly planned.

Her arms are strong and she is fit,
her stamina unlimited,
not only work, but hearts to lift.
At her hearth you will be admitted,
welcome to man of blue blood strand – 
To warn, to comfort, and command.

Her tears she may hide from the world,
cruel in its assessment of her,
leaving her golden heart in the cold.
Her true value measured in myrrh.
Her ready smile to set things right
and yet a Spirit still, and bright.

Love, only arrow in her bow
to teach us the lessons of life
and that we shall reap what we sow.
Testimony to the perfect wife.
She inspires all to a new height
with something of angelic light.

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[1] An example of memento mori , a cautionary reminder of the transitory nature of life and the inevitability of death.
 "Bliss for medieval man was a heavenly not a worldly condition. When medieval poetry or painting looked at rural life, it was for something charming and simple, not a dream of perfection. Medieval man had to die to be happy." ~ Arcadia, by Adam Nicolson

[2] The Merchant's Prologue, by Geoffrey Chaucer. Chaucer was a Medieval poet and his Canterbury Tales [written chiefly in verse (from which this verse came - expressing man's view of women/wives in general)] was the first recorded document written in English still remaining - at that time the literate wrote chiefly in Latin. 

Languages used in medieval documents:

Three different languages were in use in England in the later medieval period – Middle English, Anglo-Norman (or French) and Latin. Authors made choices about which one to use, and often used more than one language in the same document. Eventually English emerged as the standard literary medium, but it was not until the eighteenth century that Latin disappeared from legal documents.

[3] A perfect woman

[4] Perfect Woman, by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850):- This is a record of the general view of a perfect woman/wife which existed at that time in history. Equality of the sexes did not exist: "To warn, to comfort, and command."

POETRY FORM: Glosa


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The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


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Come and Go Chicago

Come and Go Chicago – Zamreen Zarook
 
Where are you going my lady?
Where are you from my sweetie?
What ever you ask my buddy,
You won’t get the paddy.
 
She became a liar,
Because of your chore,
Two questions that you murmur,
Master, don’t forget that you were the rear.
 
You became a sinner,
Without knowing what is inner,
Now you know the manner,
So, never to forget the dinner.

Cease to care for those questions,
Nothing you gain from the considerations,
Everyone has their own equations,
So,they do have their explanations.

 


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Tale: Mary Magdalene

Behold, one day was a woman who was found in possession of many men. Good men, enamored by some other concubines and some married. And in the year 30 BC the law was harsh and severe. And the woman was taken to a prophet who was in the region to be tried and sentenced to stoning.

The wise heard all the witnesses, the men who were involved with this woman claimed they were attracted by its impurity and its spells, the wives of men who lay with Magdalene really wanted it to be stoned.

Then the sage asked: where is the adulteress? And all pointed to the ground, with stones in hand ready for stoning, toward the woman who was in tears. And again the sage asked where the adulteration? And all again pointed to the woman who was on the ground crying.

His tears fell at the feet of the thinker who stopped for a moment and said to the crowd:

"When each of you pledged to love each other as a sign of respect for the Creator at least stopped to reflect on the consequences that the adulteration of thought would lead to their own destruction teaching?

What did this woman beyond just love?

I see in their faces adulterated by the expression of a thought that leads to hatred and seeks the destruction of the next as to what gushes misunderstanding.

Who really had adulterated the divine purpose? One that gave the body a sign of love for others or those who changed their initial purpose in interacting with the creator?

Then so be pronounced the sentence. He who does not have it in your face adulterated the true purpose of love that judge this woman for the crimes that have been allocated to it, ... "

And one by one all left without even a stone was thrown.

Author: Max Diniz Cruzeiro
LenderBook Company

How would the master: "Love one another as I have loved you"; "Love God above all things and your neighbor as yourself"


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Woman

Woman... they're all over...
Woman, you know what I mean.
They stride along breaking hearts
with smiles when they see what
they want, woman... fine creatures.

Soft hands and tender hearts,
reflexies like cats, wild tigers
and conversations of dark passion
that would make a young school boy
blush.
Woman... they have no boundaries...
No faith, no religion... Love till their
hearts are broken,
Then blame everything on the good guy.

Woman, their long hair flowing,
their smiles so bright,
with clothes that hug their
tight and oiled-skinned bodies;
They laugh at you,
when you say you're in Love.
They take it as an advantage
to break your heart
and kiss another man in front
of your very own eyes.

My advice, stay away from the woman,
She is mean, she is cold,
Sure she looks good, but she is a trick.
The whores need love, the whores are nice,
love them, love the real women of the world,
love them,
because they're not afraid to love you back.

-10-25-2013-


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I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


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The Perfect Woman

From obscure origin appears, a tranquillity not surpassed, with only virtue in arrears. Instructed and morals to last – admiration is thus fanned. A perfect Woman, nobly planned. Love, only arrow in her bow to teach us the lessons of life and that we shall reap what we sow. Testimony to the perfect wife. She inspires all to a new height with something of angelic light.
By Suzette Crous From my poem: A Perfect Woman Sponsor: Michael Smith Contest Name: The Perfect Woman


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Woman

Woman!

Today is your day
Our day
But so too should be everyday
We celebrate our beings
Our Mothers ago
However...
Will our children celebrate 
Us in years also

Woman!

Loose yourself !
Unshackle your chains
Take these labels from your package
Skanks! Hoes! *****es! Sluts! 
Replace with
Ladies! Queens! Mothers! Leaders!
Strength! 

You are mothers of nations
Teach your children well 
You hold the backs of your men
When their burdens are too much to bare
Still...
You carry your own

You cry the tears of your nation
While you hold the world in your hands
You trodd the parched earth with bare feet
Seeking water from the river of knowledge
So your offsprings may drink their fill
From the swell of your breasts! 
 
Woman!

Put your clothes on!
Cover your temples!
Let he who wants to find your scriptures 
Search through your pages for the reveal
Keep him reading through your book
Let him prove himself 
Before you show him what he desires to see!

Stately! Walk Stately!
Nature should bow at your very feet!
Proudly! Stand Proudly!
Love your every being
Lift yourself for all the world to see

Woman! 

Yes you, woman!
Today is your day
Our day
Make it be everyday!


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An honest lie

A girl who has beautiful eyes 
more honestly lies.


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A Man's Point of View

A Man's Point of View

Oh woman you exist 
To feed my soul
And nourish my heart
With your full embrace

I savour the taste
Of your strawberry lips
And inhale the aroma
From your creamy skin

Oh woman you exist
To feed my eyes
And nourish my mind
With your pure wisdom

Without you my existence 
Would be cold and raw
A meal much lacking
In a full, satisfying flavour

Oh woman you exist
To feed my passion
And nourish my body
With your sweet essence

I drink deeply from the cup
You fill each day 
With your sultry smile
And sparkling eyes

Oh woman you exist
To feed my desire
And nourish my thought
With your feasts of fancy

With steady hands
You stir my spirit
And raise me up
To higher peaks

Oh woman you exist
To feed my inner child
And nourish my aching limbs
With your tender touch

My hungry thoughts
Return each night
Satiated by the warmth
Of your velvet skin

Oh woman you exist
To feed my life
And nourish my senses
With your presence

I exist to savour
All that is you


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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


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A STRANGE BEDFELLOW

Woman Is Insulted,
By Challenging His Manhood;
Getting His Buddies To Rape,
Was His Way Of Reinforcing.

He, Not a Man,
Force Himself On a Feminist.
Give a Valid Reason While Rape.
Feminist Tempt Masculine

By Their Proactive Dressing.
Insubordination To Human Nature.
Could It Be That
Masculine Is Weak?

By The Sight Of Bear Breast?
Victims Feel Ashamed And Unclean.
FEMA Seventeen Events Took Place.
Recurring In Nightmare First Man Exploded Inside Her.

It Was Her First Encounter.
Screaming She Was,
Thought Masculine Was Urinating On Her.
Bath I Must Have Said For Years.

Dirty She Felt And Wasn’t Enough Water To Cleanse Her Body.
Rapist Defilement And Innocence Body.
Fellow, Who Should Be Ashamed?
And Feel Unclean And Unfit For Civilized Society?


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The Costumed Dream

     Seems like I'm falling 
in love 
     with Bat-Girl
   Don't ask me how this happened 
       Women in costumes 
appeal to me 
     Not long ago I hugged a woman 
in a cat costume
    Comic book dreams 
coming through once more 
  Green Lantern, Magneto and 
       the reat 
are competing with me 
for the love of 
  a costumed woman 
I think that "love steeers the star" 
  Fantasy women are sometimes 
easier to deal with than real ones


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The Gracious Woman

The gracious woman is hated
She is not overrated but such a natural one
Morals and values dictated
Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun
Family and friends created
Stay optimistic throughout the long run
The woman is so courageous
A strong heart is number one
She seems to be contagious
Her relationships are always undone
Her worthiness is outrageous
To find another is dreadful
To lose her is regretful
A woman of this caliber is so special


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Bloodwoman

When the night comes,
and the world is a away,
the demons step out,
as their corpses decay.

Across Will-street,
lived a mysterious sinner.
A famous voice,
whose faintest whisper made the mighty shiver.

Her long gold locks,
made many a man weak,
till he knew her up close,
where no one could hear his helpless shriek.

Burning lust,
disappeared in her embrace,
then moving swiftly,
dripping blood from her long nails.

She was her daddy's girl, people say,
till she hit him with a gun.
No man could ever escape,
the trap of this woman.

Courage, don't be weak,
don't let your young heart loose.
She is waiting till the night birds call,
she has her sight on the whole town view.

Widows always weep,
the young is red meat,
when she kills all the sinners,
she is the bad woman.
When your daddy is cheap,
you ought to be weak,
but she is not a dying soul,
she is Bloodwoman.


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Relationship Epidemic (Females)

I'm now in the 3rd chapter of the Relationship Epidemic as I focus on the role of the female
They say one man's trash is another man's treasure, so my girl is my seashell
Since before time, women were loyal before a man is
The backbone of a family, hello, they give birth to the kids
They rarely get lazy
Unlike men who complain about labor pains, but can't show you the baby
Being deprived of attention is what a woman can't stand
If you can't keep up, they grab another dude by the hand
Females left and right can be lovable
As well as gullible
Giving, receiving, and at times also 
Deceiving
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" saying is so true
Bite her first she'll bite back twice as hard shame on you
If there's one thing they hate
Is never being on a date
Never comfortable with a nice night in the house
Because they feel trapped like a mouse
That's what I see with girls that are younger
More likely to look for love in the wrong places to satisfy that hunger
When they get cheated on 
Or beaten on
They can't trust a male so they turn lesbian or bisexual
Love/sex life is more perpetual
That vision can be perplexible
However it makes life more flexible
It's easy to understand why they want the finer things in life
After all who doesn't, it cuts like a knife
They value commitment, its extensive
We all know women are sensitive
All of that serotonin in the brain
Mistrust on her heart, what soap will wipe off that stain
Mothers, sisters, wives bring some of the pain
Aunts, girlfriends, grandmothers turn snow into rain
A female will never love you in vain
They crave attention,  if they don't get it they feel shame
Cheat on a guy and say they're the one to blame
Messed up right?
Do the Right Thing like Spike Lee
No, that's ok girls rather be sneaky
Coretta Scott King, she's so royal
Even after Dr. King got shot, she stayed loyal
Asked my girl if I died, will she get over me
She said not so quick
Replace me? Who will?
That's a different pick
But that's neither here nor there
Good and bad females everywhere
Love attracts girls like plants and meat attracts bears
They can be a man's best friend 
To the end
As well as nightmare
Break a woman's heart if you dare


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One Last Time

Une dernière fois
Tes lèvres contre les miennes
Une dernière fois
Mes pensées seront tiennes

Une dernières fois
Communiquer avec nos yeux
Une dernières fois
Nos cœurs réunis tout les deux

Une dernière fois
Me sentir vivant
Encore une fois
Tes regards m’enivrant

Car a chaque fois
C’était le même bonheur
Qu’à chaque fois
Quand tu éliminais mes douleurs

Une dernière fois, une dernière fois

Faire ce rêve qui dure toujours
Le beau rêve de l’amour
Ce rêve devenu cauchemar
Ces joies devenues illusoires

Une dernière fois
Penser que c’était vrai
Une dernière fois
Comprendre ce qu’il m’est arrivé

Car cette fois
Je vois ta silhouette s’éloigner
Oui cette fois
Tu vas quitter ma vie

Mais cette fois
Attends un petit peu

Qu’une dernière fois
 Je puisse t’embrasser

Qu’une ultime fois
Je puisse t’aimer


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Woman's Day

Women's Day


wiping away those tears

of the brutal truths of your past

wiping away those tears

your spirit rises up, far beyond your scars

and your strength resides deep within you 

with an unshakeable resolve that shall forever last


...the weakened men whose brute force is so macho and empty 

and that has always been in your face

are now nothing but specks of aging, obsolete rust

flitting past you, for you hold it all together

as you always have 

rising up firm and strong from being shoved into the dust


...you are a mother, a lover, a daughter, a wife, and a worker ... above all a worker you have been

tying the loose ends together time after time

always there 

yet unseen


...a woman you are 

of fibre 

of courage

of being the bedrock on which we trample 

on whose shoulders this world stands

as you continue to work ceaselessly on

with lines on your face

and with raw wounds on your hands

but...

now your time has come

and no longer will you silently bear

the jabs and taunts of men

for now you proudly declare

that a mother am I, a daughter too, a lover and a wife as well

and now the time has come for them to awaken

to the tolling a new bell


...a bell that tolls for you

for you have taken back the pride and dignity that they stripped off you for ages

for now theirs is a lost cause while your battle still defiantly rages

through cities and homes and villages 

and in town after nameless town

for now the bell has tolled

and the time has passed for you

to be ever
again
put down


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Will You Travel With Me To Heaven PART TWO


A God who is not a human
Not a soul or created thing
A God who always hears and sees
Yet we cannot hear or see Him


A God who tests us, hence we cannot
See Him, a God who never lies
A God without human weakness
-Not Born- A God who does not die


A God who made us with a purpose
To worship Him, worship Him alone
A God who wants us to be Muslims
And Heaven our Eternal Home


By worshiping only One God
And following God's Rules and Laws
Allah is He. God is Allah.
Allah: The God who has no flaws


Allah is not the God of Arabs
Not all Arabs believe in Him
Allah is the God of all of us
Who made everyone and everything


If you ask 'why the name Allah? '
I ask you, why's your name your name?
Imagine your teacher says 'I'm Jane'
If you disbelieve you could be 'lame'

She says, 'Class, I'm Jane; I'm your teacher'
You say, 'I don't want a teacher 'Jane''
Your teacher says, 'my name is Jane'
You say, 'Don't teach, unless your name is changed'


If one has done that, they have rebelled
They're arrogant; they want attention
If you're a troublesome student
Then all you get is detention


So if Allah says that He is God,
That Allah is God, and God Allah
Then believe in God, worship Allah
To avoid Hell and its boiling lava


Allah is One, the Only True God
Allah created you and I
Allah has no children nor wife
Allah needs no bodyguard nor spy


Allah is One, God is Just One
I said 'One God', not 'God in Three'
One God who rules the whole universe
'More than many gods'? How can that be?


If there were many gods as some claim
The whole world would be upside down
False gods would vie with one another
As kings would fight for the same crown


God has no son. God has no daughter.
God has no wife, God did not marry
God is too Powerful and Perfect
God does not weaken nor get lonely


God is Allah, Allah the True God
If you now believe, please testify
That there is no god but Allah
And God was never crucified


Once you have recognized Allah
Remember that Allah has Rules
Rules that must be followed by all
All of God's servants, including you


God commanded us to pray to Him
To Pray to Him each day and each night
To worship Him our Creator Allah
Is the reason why God gave us life

--->PART THREE


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For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


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The Parolee

By Angeline Star

The ad stated that
the prospective employee 
should have the ability
to prepare and serve food samples 
using small appliances such as 
microwaves, fryers, skillets, coffee makers 
and knives.

He had a background
with knives.


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Right girls

Girls aren't sure if they are always bright.
And they are often absolutely right.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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Devouring Carnal Desires

Lifeless, I lie here
On the bed of lust
Under the beefy quilt 
of mounting shame
With oozing hurt
And fading flame
To feed your lechery
with drops of salaciousness
Behind the closed doors
of raging prurience
As the rays of sun melt
In the heart of burning sky
I lay self down in gloom
And crouch down at your sight
As I bow, you drag me down
To feed your hungry soul
With the tender flesh
Of my puerile charm
And strangled glow
when the moon shines
Over the dying remains
Of my ebbing mind

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My interpretation of the portrait named 'Sleeping Child'
http://www.stephaniedeshpande.com/porfolio/


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Beauty

The pores of the skin 
Are simply the doors
To the beauty within.


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You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




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The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede


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A Silent Wave

A silent wave rushing inside my heart

Your hand leading me so far we won't depart

Your voice I heard in away that's taking me far

Into a silent wave rushing inside my heart.


Oh the thrill it was to hear

your voice so silent as I opened up to you

so wonderful this silent wave rushing inside my heart


I was searching for a answer to a question for so long

there it was a silent wave rushing inside my heart


Your voice Lord, in ways I never found

a silent whisper so very loud

inside my heart the silent wave replied

to me your love is so divine..


So when the shattered dreams are filling your mind

please please listen to the silent wave rushing inside your heart.


Written by:©Betty Bolden


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Ambrosia

Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first


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Mother

Mother was sick I had to go
It would be a long drive on that road
There were miles between us
As I fought back the tears
Wondering if I would make it in time
Maybe I could nurse her back to health?
So we could spend some quality time
That was my plan
I wasn't ready to let her go
I arrived at her home, there she was
Lying in her bed, starring out the window
She turned to me and smiled
I hugged her thin frail body 
Held back the tears and gave her a smile
I turned to her nurse and whispered 
“How is she doing?”
The nurse looked at me and said,” The cancer has spread to her bones, it won’t be long”
It was too late, I felt like I let her down
I ran outside and fell to my knees, I began to cry
When I felt a warm hand run down my spine
I heard a soft voice whisper, “It won’t be forever”
I jumped back on my feet and looked to the sky	
Two sets of footprints across a cloud


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When a woman loves a man

When a woman loves a man.

I went to the perfumer to make me a scent
to please the woman I love, she is Godsend!

He said I will make you a scent no woman has ever wore,
and in replace you must give me your soul.
 
I said my soul I don't own it belongs to my creator whom I belong,
But instead I will give you my land and my home.
 
Because when a woman loves a man it is all he needs
first to build her a home in his heart, then wherever she may please! 


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A lady's breast

Any lady with sexy breast 
for a man looks each time well-dressed.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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ATHENA

 ATHENA

A girl so gorgeous to regard upon with grins
does protect this peaceful city with serene souls.
She blesses all the dwellers with witful arts and
cunning crafts that carve them into beautiful souls
into beautiful souls that radiate transformation
of cocoons into butterflies that fly freely
in the sky with birds, white clouds, and the flaming sun.
From her sheath her sword was drawn to slay many beasts 
who crept the peripheries of the city walls,
in search of human prey with avaricious fangs.
They creep and crawl and roar many frightful screeches,
that imbue the human heart with horror and fear. 


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The Whores are my Women

I walk alone on freezing cold gutters,
with my jacket that has no buttons,
and shoes with the holes at the soles of my feet,
and the women look at me and gag,
they cry, they faint, they run away, they sigh,
they don't spare a passing glance,
they are the horrid creatures that have no soul.

Then there are the whores.
Yes, the whores stay with me,
they look at me and see a real man,
they see a real poet,
they see a real artist,
who really and truely starves for his art,
and they all admire me and what I stand for.

When I come around,
they tag along,
they sigh in relief when they see me
and they huddle around me
and they admire me
and I admire all of them.
They are my women
who ask nothing from me,
not one thing, yet they stay by my side.
They don't look at beauty, nor how big my bank account is,
they come as they are and look at me for what I really am.
They admire me, they love me,
they can't get enough of me,
and I can't get enough of them.
They all treat me right,
and I admire them for going out of their way for me.

Love is real, when real people appriciate real people.
Love is there when they sit there and listen to me
read my poems and they laugh and smile at me
and my creative genius.
The whores are my women,
and I love them for that, and I smile,
my heart laughs and they laugh with me,
because their my women
and I love them for that.

-10/23/2013


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Calling Out

The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole



Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart



I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace



Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me



But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much



I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.



Written By:©Betty Bolden


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Secret Touch

God created woman
Just as God created man
However I think woman are the most precious
Let me help you understand
A woman bares fruit that a man cannot produce
Just a man has has certain tools, which some women are desperate to put to use
Women are different, sensual and soft inside
The exterior isn't always that way
Look hard enough & her simplicity you may find
Yes we are complicated and at times hard to read 
We are strong and slick at the mouth
Some of us full of lust and greed
Yes that sounded blunt
However my words blunt and true
You know some of these descriptions somehow express the woman in you
Long hair, Short hair and some straight bald
Different shapes and sizes
Different explicit names we are called
A woman I am, And Women I  love
To my appeal, there's nothing like a woman's touch
The softness of her lips
Like the Silk of my sheets
The beauty of her presence
The innocence that glows while she sleeps
The curves of her shape i see clearly through a tinted screen
A woman's Ora is like a drug
So I guess most men are considered feigns. 
They say its a mans world
Which is quite comical to me
Because without women in this world 
A man cant even succeed
We are the back bone
We are the foundation
Women are a blessing
A blessing with complications
I love my gender
And trust when I say they love me
Two women powered together
With that only Glory I foresee
Look at us women
The world is blessed to have us
Believe me when I say
There's nothing like a woman's touch


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I Will Have my Woman, One Day

I've seen my brother
walking the four corners of the Earth.
In search for something new, or possibly
Someone new.

I've seen the desperate men,
With their heads full with hair,
and dressed in fancy and expensive suits,
bark like dogs when young women roll by.
They do not care what people think of them,
...Just like dogs.

I sit at my window, and peek my head out.
I see the desperate men putting on shows for naive girls.
I sit at my window,
waiting for that one day.
That one knock upon my door,
but so far nothing in hopes of me
falling in Love.

Still I wait.
I see foolish girls falling for dogs,
Who wake the next morning with flees and the dog no where in sight,
and I laugh, huh!
But the dogs bark at me for laughing.

Still I wait.
I do not worry for my time with Love will come.
See tat it is a soft, October night
A true woman will come and pay me a visit with a knock upon my door.

Not just any old woman.
A woman with class,
Who is longing for a man,
Who will love her back,
She will be kind and gentle.

She will come one day,
mabye in the month of May, June or July,
Then I will have the last laugh and say over those dogs,
Who barked at me.

I will have my woman, one day!


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ballad

In the night she comes,
Freeing all the women from their pain.
as she made their pain go numb 
she looked at the abusers with disdain

I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?

Pashant is what they called her.
Her arms were strong as steel.
She was a true fighter
as you can see she was very skilled

I still don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?

She didn't do this for attention
That wasn't the type of person she was
she did this for prevention
Everynight this is what she does

Oh, I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?

Her eyes were very daring,
She didn't take any mess from anyone
She had the beauty of a fairy
She would not run

I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?







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Queen Esther

(Esther 5: 2)



The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

But It Was Persian Law For All
That Those The King Did Not Call
Would Be Struck Down Where They Stand!

Yet Brave & Beautiful Queen Esther
Whose Godly Faith Never Left Her
To Save Her People, Entered As Planned

Because There Was A Plot
Devised In Anger So Hot ...
By That Prideful, Wicked Prince Haman

To Kill All Esther's People
Haman Schemed So Evil
But The King Didn't Know Why It Began

... Or That Esther Was A Jew
In The Line of Hebrews
Who Worship The One GOD So Grand

But There Was No Hesitation
In Ahasuerus' Heart Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held Ahasuerus' Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

I Imagine All Got Quiet
Waiting For Swords To Riot
And See Esther's Head Roll Across The Floor

But At The Sight of Her Dignity
The Scepter Pointed Implicitly
To Grant Esther Whatever She Implored

And Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In The Power of His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *


(Part 2)

Oh, And That Wicked Haman Was Hanged
And His Family Shared The Blame
But Esther's People Were Saved From Judah To Benjamin, To Dan


( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )


                    Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/15/2013 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady



I have always loved the story of Queen Esther ... This is a love story that has it all - - a lovely-hearted, modest girl, (replacing a vain and arrogant queen) ... then getting royally pampered, massaged in expensive, perfumed oils, lots of clothes and jewels, winning a beauty pageant, finding true love, conflict and suspense and lastly the heroine saves the day (and oh, did I mention that she was an orphan?) ... 'Com' on Movie-Makers - we could enjoy a lot more of this ... MoonBee 


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Your Glory inside

When I lay down the night before,
I woke up to find Your Glory inside,


When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,
I bowed down at Your feet,


I crossed over the Jordon and fell at Your feet.
I Praise You now and Praised You then,

When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,

how wonderful now when I woke to find,


Your Hand in mine,
Your my Hope Lord,

Your my desire,
My Savior,My King.


One day,when I lay my head down,

I will wake up to find,

Your Glory inside!


Written by:©Betty Bolden


2-26-04


All poems are copyright©!


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My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



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Immortal - A Tribute to the life and voice of Dr Maya Angelou - Part I

As the life and voice of Dr. Maya Angelou were profoundly deep and moving, I hope you will find this grateful tribute to her to be fitting. As it is too long to be posted here, you can find it at


http://www.gopoem.com/immortal-a-poetic-tribute-to-dr-maya-angelou-april-4-1928-forever/

Or, Read it in parts I and II:

Part I:

The name woke me up - sat me up in my bed...
"Maya", the name my voice called out...
As I sat there in the dark, listening...
As I had so many times before...
Wondering at the "whys" and "how - tos" of my impossible dreams.

And as the dark, so was the divide -
That place in me, between what I was,
And the Why and Who I wanted to be...
But always, her voice, that voice named "Maya",
Had called across the divide as a still and steady light.

That unbreakable, unshakable, steady light...
I wondered where it was now, with blinking, thinking eyes.
Had it vanished? Was it vanquished? Could I once again rise -
In the dark staring dead at me... daring me to rise...
I felt hopeless, lost back in the divide… now growing ever and ever wide.

What happens now - my question?  A miracle now, an answer - indeed...
For through the dark, that voice named "Maya" whispered...
Whispered into me... sounding a new song's drumbeat creed...
"You", the whispering voice whispered..."You, child - Now, You"...
And my feet were suddenly planted, planted bravely on the ground.

And I stood tall and strong, stepping peacefully forward, twirling round,
For the dark no longer stared at me, but I stared into it...
It no longer owned me... but instead, I commanded it,
By a path so still and steady - and now, so brightly lit:
The light I had strained to see was now the miracle shining from inside of me.

My divide... was now, somehow... unified.
And again the whispering voice came: "Yes child - Yes - I speak your name…
I have come and gone so very far, borne witness to it - 
Have delivered a gift to you all - and you were born to use it.
Share it... wear it... and to the dark - dare it - with that unbreakable, unshakable light.”

“Be a voice for all seasons - make some noise for all the reasons,
The downtrodden have to hope for, that the world would grasp and grope for…
Be my voice Now… as I have been yours… a brilliant spirit, not a wandering ghost…
Make your choice, Now - Decide - to be Identified…
To see and live your unbreakable, unshakable, unstoppable dreams.”

Continued i Part II


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JUST A BROKEN BOTTLE

I remember when he grabbed me with his eyes
and I couldn't yell or scream but smile at him
slowly he led me into his dingy room 
where we could not be seen

behind the curtain he sat me on the couch 
then he sat by my side and my flimsy wrap fell
he gazed upon my slender form and touched my lips 
he was elegant and I was wet and cold and damp
and his touch of body was nice and warm

then his feverish lips he pressed to mine
I gave him every drop of what I had in me
and he drained me of my very self
I couldn't make him stop ‘cos for the first time  
I was loving it and loving it and loving it 
I cared less about what Papa may say 

I never wondered what Mama may say 
I was just loving it loving it loving it 
that's why you find me here today 
a broken bottle, drained empty to the bottom 
and tossed away in the trash of nothingness 
I who was once adorable and full of wine


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Beautiful Black Woman

Beautiful black woman 
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Beautiful black woman 
You're worth more than the finest gems.
Your love,
Holds the presence of God's healing hands.

Beautiful black woman
You're the reason why I breathe.

In this follow follow society
Zombies follow I gotta lead...

Beautiful black woman whom,
birthed me into this crazy world,
I came from your womb 
not to be cast down and quietly consumed,
By the rage and fury of a people in a hurry.

You born me...
To be a catalyst of change!
To stand against rape!
To fight for your freedom!
To bring on the new Kingdom!

Beautiful black woman
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Beautiful black woman 
You're worth more than the finest gems.

The world is starving for LOVE. 
We need you ...
For you are LOVE.
Your Unconditional Love holds the keys.
As a matter of fact you have the power to put the world at ease.
Create Peace.
Please forgive us men who fail to understand that
Your LOVE holds the presence of God's healing hands.

Beautiful black woman
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Your LOVE holds the presence of God's healing hands. 


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Drum Beat

Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Holy. Freaking. Crap.

Here come the snare drums,
With the bass drums,
And the cymbals,
The band follows.

I have a secret.
Everyone knows it.
And I don't know about,
If I can contain this shout.

And I don't know,
If I can take it anymore.

I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

Tap tap tap.
Boom-de-tap-tap.
The marching band's coming.
You better start moving.

They don't stop.
All of them just stomp- stomp- stooooomp.


I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

This song probably makes,
No sense.
But there's really no,
Deep meaning.

These are the facts...
Literally everyone goes,
Crap, crap, crap.

I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

Zoom zoom zoom.
Zoom te zoom zoom.
My heart goes boom boom.
But you just see it through.
Like it's a clear,
Drum beat.


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Highrise BONER

cream pie rising high
hard on elevator ride
short skirt drop them coins



......420..........
HiGh-KoO-Coo!
................

`JSLambert 


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Mistress

There as she sat waiting for her lover to come, a night watcher silently stood gazing from behind. Time is passing, and candle's light dancing to the silence of the night: Here he is I hear his footsteps coming, or is this the sound of my heart beating fast.


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My Rita

Rita, the feeling is so real
For you, of all the love and 
passion
My Rita, how do I make you 
feel?
Loved, or out of fashion?

Rita, I’ll be the one for you
Forever by your side
My Rita, whatever it takes, I’ll 
do
Our hearts, we’ll never hide

Rita, you came to me my love
In just the nick of time
My Rita, tonight we’ll rise above
You’re in your red dress so fine

Rita, the feeling is so real
For you, of all the love and 
passion
My Rita, how do I make you 
feel?
Loved, or out of fashion?


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and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


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Deep in the Woods

Deep in the woods,

the branches dance in the wind,

wild and free,


Spreading their fragrance for

you and me.


Wild flowers sway,

as the wind try's picking them up,


Their roots planted firmly,

as they flow from side to side,


showing us all their glory,

and our makers touch inside,


shadows follow as they calmly go slow,

Deep in the woods,

time is well known,

as night takes hold,

until the morning,

when light takes control.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


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Protect Me As I Sleep

Nobody 
Knows my real name
‘Angel’ 
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Violence
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
If
I will survive
Another day?
Only
To wake up
And
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me tonight
As,I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”

“Goodnight”


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Fertile Crescent, iii

Fertile Crescent
and Vestigial Conscience

The sun overshadowing my morality
my self- righteousness eclipsed

Where early mans' dawn is, 
Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me if
I pontificate platitudes that fail to connect us to
full stomachs for our children, solid comfort during our elders’ aging and respite needs
 
That McChrystal was sacrificed at the altar
the way Abraham (*pause) to show faith
O yea, my ancient ancestors from Ireland
Maybe they had roots in Celtic lore
Heralding Beowulf’s heroics
And maybe they had someone in some way connected to 
 various seafaring warring factions!
 
Tyranny and takeover spark hatred
vitriolic
blinding rage, like
action- oriented swarming killer bees~
Vestigial, then, is it - our
primordial consciousness?

Weeping flows, but flash floods cannot compare, 
and the burn of fury that hot lava
NO! of liquid molten, from the deepest depths of Earth's core - 
even that cannot compare 
to the condemnation
my foe must assume.
 
With this pen I secure my conduit to the divine, 
My unpretentious foothold here from my pedestal, 
denouncing injustice! 
My spears are fueled
 
Fertile Crescent
Ghosts of pharaohs
Branded timeless in stone
Reigning order
Condemning the vilified,
as it is published by
The Royal Geographical Society:
Syria as the Gateway between East and West
Leonard Woolley
The Geographical Journal
Vol. 107, No. 5/6 (May - Jun., 1946), pp. 179-190)
And why shouldn’t this be so?
 
Beowulf, an earliest epic
Of Old English
How proud and agile to be able
To confer your legacy in written format
Onto your generations and incursions ~
 
Daughters of the American Revolution, 
weren't you early colonists settling in Maryland?
Wasn't The Crown's high noon tea wrought with hypocrisy?

I was wrong when I supposed 
McCongress ordered striking the King's son
off the Dollar Menu, To Go, 
when they showed up at the
Drive-Thru window
 
Morocco & France have tensions
today that sprouted around this very topic, you know.
Everyone has to pay attention to who the special children are, 
from the special castes - it is written and taught in
children's international fairytales 
written by nations collectively-
cultures present their insides
in their telling of morals embellished
inside gripping tales
to their children,
use of cultural symbols and
delectable terms,  the signs all 
lead directly to the diaper room. 
But for this poet, it was the Irish potato famine
forbidding entry into libertine culture.


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Comment inspirations

                  

He rode the highways as a gypsy; never staying for too long;
And the women on the byways; would cry when he was gone. 
His body moved to rhythms with a jagged sexual beat;
And the women that would dance with him; were encompassed by the heat.
His hair tied in a ponytail; with eyes a chestnut brown;
If you argued it was tooth and nail; with the words that he put down.
Riding in a caravan; while the bearded woman sings;
It soothed the monster in this man; till on the woman he saw wings.
Today he’s still the gypsy; but he’s old yet somehow new
And do you hope that some might see; that you want the same for you.


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The Perfect Woman

In retrospect…
The woman most perfect
Would be a lady filled with
Many flaws and imperfections
Impurities and a few…
Insecurities
So together each 
We could reach
Into God’s majesties and maturities


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The Unusual Fragrance

The unusual fragrance looms above my room, 
Its owner not yet known, 
Its purpose still a mystery I assume 
Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, 

Its mood is ataraxia, 
Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, 
Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, 
I have it trapped in a booth, 

Smells like angels on a spring break, 
Dancing gloriously in the water fall, 
With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, 
Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, 

Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, 
As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, 
The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, 
As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,


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Spoken Silence

BRING BACK OUR GIRLS..........

Bestiality in human faces
Religion in disguised cruelty
Intolerance puts fetters upon morality
Never-ending bloodbath of humanity
Generations trapped in infinite cry for freedom

Brutality finds refuge in gothic arms
Affliction upon innocent souls
Concerned voices in the wilderness
Knell of terror in unison sounds echo

Ode to Sambisa occupies my mind
Under the forest in bondage dreams are
Reality that haunts mankind

Girlhood ruddled by stains of pains in captivity 
Infinite cries, lies, pains, sadness………
Rationale for my anger
Let thy tears their doom spell
Silence already spoken.

© 5.11.2014


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Distant Love

   Thousands of miles across the seas,
The woman I love is waiting for me .
    How the distance between us seems so hard ,
I can smile on the outside but not in my heart.
    In my arms I would hold her so very tight ,
Hugging and kissing her all through the night .
    Laying there beside her so soft and warm,
How I thank the Lord the day she was born.
   The Joy and happiness she brings to my life ,
Anxiously I am waiting to make her my wife.
    As the bright moon's glow shines down on  me ,
Warming and confirming me just what shall be.
    Making memories of our love is what you will see,
Never forgetting  the day she fell in love with me.
    I will cherrish and love her till the end of all time
Hand & hand we 'walk showing the world she is mine.
    My heart pounds hard & fast as I breathe with a sigh ,
How I fell so deeply in love when I look into her eyes .
    But this woman I have fallen in love with you see,
Here she will begin the life that God had planned for me.

TAC


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Love Haiku

Some love is stupid, 
Some love is fake and unreal, 
But our love is true.


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Groove of Things

Embrace me     my lover,
Let eager fingers identify your physical boundary,

Innocently caressing every curve leaving a surmounting temptation like no other,

Satisfying even those hidden pages tucked away in your precious diary,

Lovingly kissing such divine lips,
Every hand stroke encountering a quivering body,
While lustful hands clasp onto swinging hips,

Fair warning     it will be considerably rowdy.


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Roses

Who does not know?
A woman is a rose
At which you must stare
And handle with care
Lest the hurt you bear.

What manner of heart
Will not stop and stare
At the sweet part
Of which he must beware
Or be aware

Who does not know
How it starts and grows
And how suddenly it bends
And ends
With no option to amend.


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boungiorno

hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//


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They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


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The Best Creation is Female

What kind of woman are you

Allowing men to mentally control you

To only be seen as a pleasure component

From most men your body is their land or playground for sin

I say land because your body bares tasty fruit men love to eat

No man should use the woman to mistreat or beat

If anything a man should walk a woman in the right direction in the street

Or into a home as his Empress

However many men would rather a good woman settle just as his mistress

I know its not your intent

For a man to play with your mental 

Remember your body is made to be fertile

Worth investing in physiologically

But you allow your mind to be controlled psychologically encouraged by players & pimps

Woman should teach girls to see the real woman outside & conscious personality within

It's hard to understand a woman's excuse for stripping

Using a phrase "it's for college"

Not thinking men visualize showing your female body for dollars is just one of your problems 

We enjoy to treat

But since your beautiful you should demand respect

It doesn't matter what level your living through an intellect

A females beauty has three phases

First its heard through the mouth

Then exemplifies through the personality

Lastly from the bright radiance of your smile & skin

That shines by the sun as a reflects from the face

Always know that your self esteem can always be replaced

With self assurance not insecurity

Know your the center of a mans universe 

Planets circulate around you

If its not true then stay hidden I guarantee men & our world would not know what to do


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The Susan B Anthony Few Know

The Susan B. Anthony Few Know

By Elton Camp

In our day, Anthony is a person of note
Mostly in connection with womens’ vote
But name just one other thing she did do
Those who could do it are extremely few

Her image was on a dollar that didn’t do well
Is just about most people would be able to tell
We likely recall her visage that looked so stern,
But, in school, little about her work did we learn

She was active in urging and end to alcohol abuse
To try to speak at temperance rallies was no use
For a mere woman to address such a large crowd
Why, it just simply was shocking and not allowed

Opposition to slavery was a cause she advocated
Reasons to abolish the horrible practice she related
Both Douglass and Garrison she knew as friend
And planned with them how slavery best to end

Using speeches, posters, leaflets slavery to defeat,
Was hung in effigy, image dragged in the street
Property a woman owned, her husband could claim
Nothing of value could she hold in her own name

Women a college education weren’t allowed to get
With the University of Rochester, Anthony had a fit
Until the college came to admit it had made a mistake
And agreed that women as well as men they would take

About another injustice Susan B. Anthony had a say  
It is fair that women, for equal work, get equal pay
She demanded that women to professions be admitted
With minds as good as men, to any occupation fitted

Anthony also agitated for a workday eight hours long
Shifts longer than that she explained, were just wrong
She encouraged women to enter into the printing trade
And for all to purchase goods that were American made

Her newspaper read, “Men their rights, and nothing more”
“Women their rights and nothing less.”  Injustice did abhor.
Despite all the things the rights crusader came to do and say,
Very few know that February 15th is Susan B. Anthony Day


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COFFEE AND SHERRY

Coffee, it is evident, is not Sherry's cup of tea;
She likes spirits like sherry and brandy
and knows the ropes of winemaking to a tee;
An oenologist by profession, like her pal Brandy,
found her niche in viticulture. Numbers of spirits
she's tasted, as a sommelier whose forté is wine
tasting. Oddly enough, she will actually whine
if I try to talk her out of dealing with other spirits.

She's involved in paranormal practices
and that chills me to the bone. She will lock up
in her tiny cubicle for hours to "communicate
with the beyond" and claims to have connected
with certain famous individuals after their
departures and says they are doing fine.

At least she says my "poems" blow her socks
off but I ought to massage her ducky feet
so that she read my verse. If I don't, she socks
me right in the gob! I feel I accomplish a feat
without an oxygen mask. It's not easy to bear
whatsoever the task of massaging her bare
dogs though I'm glad I don't have to polish
her toenails. She never paints 'em. Her Polish
friend concurs that Sherry is a little cracked
in the upper storey.
Dating a 146 IQ girl isn't all it's cracked
up to be. End of story.
I'm wondering: If we were in the North Pole
would she be barefoot so often? The Pole
thinks so and misses the golden days
when they both made money doing pole
dancing. "Boy we would definitely daze
the men at the club. They voted each night
for the best dancer. Most times the polls,
I have to admit, were in Sherry's favor.
Jolly times. But don't you dare have the gall
to say a word. She helps folks lose weight
today and loves it. Be kind to my half-Gaul
half-Brit friend and don't have her wait
when she wants foot massage. You would
be putting your foot in your mouth. Now go
put your feet up." Well, knock on wood,
the Pole's words made me feel lucky. Yo!


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Dead silence

pictures available
we have phones
we have drink
we have all
and we try to keep us alive
because in fact we need a good woman.
and when we get home at night
turn on the light and we have no idea if something may happens too
wherever she may be
our eyes have that color
as can be love in the middle
and no
we are not so ignorant
're just blind.


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assasinated

we pulled into the station I heard an infamous
cough as three men entered the coach seated was an old woman wearing an almond colored scarf she smiled hastily at the charming gentleman suddenly a young woman approaches the corridor she laughed heartily when a very old guy sat next to me he opened a music box and began humming quietly the woman began agitating her right foot the three men adjusted their luggage the sun turned orange my eyes wide shut


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Fresh and clean

I love the way she smells after a shower
so fragrant fresh and clean
and how she sits there
so beautiful
in her dressing gown
brushing her long wet hair
until it dry's and gleams.

Her sweet perfume fills the room
and sets my heart on fire
heightening my senses
and filling me with desire.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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Love that could not be

Love is an enchantment, a passion, but most of all a mystery.
  No one knows how it starts or where it will end
 But, once you've been stung by its infectious delight
  You want to feel that rush again and again. 
Let me start by telling you about a prince.
  Their has not been a man to match his beautiful appearance since. 
 Like most royalty he was not. They'd lay under trees and get thick 
  around the middle from all of the dining and wines.
 He was a prince of adventure who ran about and caused chaos.
  He also had a weakness for women. Women of all kinds.
 One day he was passing through the kingdom to go to his Uncle's in the country.
  He looked through the crowds and saw nothing but men and women with 
 long shaggy hair who's clothes were dumpy.
  When he got sick of looking at all the gloom, his place in his readings 
 he was about to resume when he saw her.
There a woman stood, honey blond hair blazing against the sun. Her clothes 
  were torn but he knew she was the one. He prayed that 
 he would see her face again in another place. 
  His horse carried his carriage away but the memory of her beauty, 
  in his mind and heart, did stay.
 It grew dark and his uncle's estate came into the moonlight. It was a terrorizing 
  yet captivating sight. 
There were statues of things he'd never seen even in terrible dreams. 
Out he went and up the stairs to dream of his fair lady. He knew this love could never be so 
  he brought comfort in one day seeing her, maybe.
 The next day he woke and went for a walk. A woman with a hat was watering the roses.
There was something familiar about her dainty poses. 
Then she turned and smiled at him and his heart beat began to soar again! His love! They
must have heard his thoughts above. 
 They talked as much as they could without looking too suspicious. They met by the tree on
the back of the land embracing each others kisses. 
This prince who was unlike other royalty did not care about his beauty and he was madly  
   deeply truly in love he came up with a strategy. 
 At night fall he went a mile out knowing there would be no one about and he began a flame.
 The flame roared out of control as he fed its vengeance.
 It climbed the estate and the people ran out wondering who did this.
He leaned his face close to the flames and his flesh began to burn. It left him scarred
beyond 
  recognition. His lady showed concern but no one solved the mystery and they were free to
be enchanted by the love that could now be.


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For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



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Where is the Love

With children starving anew right at our own feet
How can our lives continue to ever feel complete
So wide is the neglect and rampant is the abuse
But when you only reflect then you are but life’s muse

Everyday so many cry out in hunger and in pain
With so much of this doubt all hope begins to wane
So many are all alone with no one to call their name
And with no Light to be shown there grows only shame

Look at the children and look deep into their eyes
Now look at the next ten and there will be no surprise
The joy is still there yet it is slowly being sifted away
Show them that you care and have something to say

And when you do(love) your reward shall be great
A feeling so new in changing one’s fate
And how will you grow to see just such a need
Your heart will know as for them it will bleed

Colossians 3:14


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a sad Affair in India

A sad affair in India 

Rape in India, those who thought it was a land of Ganges 
 and a Hindu paradise, will now discover that India is not
 much different from other countries, including the west .
a woman lost her life in the frenzy of sexual hatred against
 a class or a woman who was educated and not a slave of
ignorant men who think how a woman should behave.  
And the common cries blows through villages and cities: 
Kill them kill them.  And I say NO, because if we do we 
Become just like the thugs on the bus. They must be 
incarcerated as women are unsafe with these, kind of 
men in streets. But they are victims too by a system that 
disregard women as cattle; their hatred is social, and only 
by changing the system can women be safe, but only 
when it dawn on us that women are our daughters, 
wives and mothers


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Memoirs of The Damaged

Imagine a small frail girl,
Sitting in the darkest corner of a poorly lit room, 
Only lit by the cautious sunlight that rebelliously shines through the crack in the curtain – if she dares
And thank God for that brave beam of light,
That ray of hope that reminds her,
That though the sorrow may last for the night, the Lord’s joy comes in the morning – for He cares

But please remember this little girl,
Before she discovered the very existence of hopefuless, faith and grace,
She had marks all over her body, memories, each one with a story, begging to be shared– if she dared

In the sinfulness of the night menfolk would come and entice her mother,
Tempt her mother into practicing the secrets of the night,
Time and time again she would watch as mummy would repeatedly, 
Repeatedly give herself to such ungently men, who lustfully enjoyed her company.

Our little girl always hid when these hankering knights of the night came to,
‘play and pay’,
she just wanted to stay hidden away, 
until one day
when the hem of her nightgown,
was visible beside the chair, her cover was blown.
She would never forget the words he uttered, “how much for her?”

She still cries nocturnally,
Remembering his perspiration and dampness all over her tiny frame,
With every roll and satisfied movement,
she felt her soul crush gradually into powder, 
only to be bullied and chased away by the wind.

And the next morning,
After being left like an abused and neglected puppy,
She would wake up with the bruises round her waist and between her thighs,
She would have the sour taste of his manly solutions, 
that had been drowned and gargled down her pint-sized throat,
And she would cry, as she saw her mother counting the money, 
The money her little girl had made,
And that damaged petite mademoiselle,
Would return to her corner, she’d sit and tremble,
Knowing there was going to be another visitor that night, and the night after and the night after that,
For God knows how long

At a young age I learnt the power that a man takes from a woman,
I saw my mum morph into a slave for those sinful sons,
I saw how she gave of herself, dusk to dusk 
and let them take any bit of sanity she had left within her
this insane mindset that she remains in her till today as I write, 
has been the root cause of my scars,
but has always fuelled my motivation, to one day reach the stars.
Men took a woman and brought back a monster,
Men took a woman and somehow transformed her,
From a trouble soul to a ruthless imposter,
This is the end of part one,
I was that little girl,
I’m the narrator.


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After the storm

After the storm life seems fresh

our Lord took us out of that mess

After the storm

the sun shines through

Our Lord made us brand new

After the storm

we walk in His light

things seem so bright

After the storm

people know

His love has touched us

His love is new


After the storm

we look at the sky

We praise Him for all He does

He keeps us in line

After the storm

life is nice


He is the one

whom gives us advice!



Written by:©Betty Bolden

8-11-04


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Anasterdam

I would scream between midnight and four 
invisible man is dreaming of an invisible woman
she disappeared from the many-coloured screen of joy
it'd say like a sigh
on the way to Amsterdam
I call it now Anasterdam
Anasterdam - I look at a big Mysteries
saddened I predict the return through the water
I do not know on which new coast
the clear river of love will throw us out
we may find ourselves face to face with a marriage
how lucky we are (what a happiness) !
I am trembling frightened with a wedding ring
it is not easy to defeat rather old dragon
I have heard strange stories about it
if she conquer your heart
you will look like a Lady called a Big monotony


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Treat them like you want to be treated Mars vs Venus

they say hell has no furry like a woman scorn
but what does it reveal when it shows a man hurt and torn
it's pretty bad to leave a woman hurt
but to leave a man just hanging on now that sounds worst,
women boast and nag  about what they have to take
 !now men are not the only humans that make mistakes
just because i'm a man does'nt mean i'm taking the men side
  cause i don't look pass the fact that women also have pride
although there men that try hard to destroy a woman's self essteam 
 when they should be treating each  one like a queens 
 for women  are the mothers of the earth
the very ones that gave you birth
now women lets get back to you 
you  have been known to cause a lot of hurt too 
and yea you are independent that we understand
 because the first thing always out of your mouth is i dont need a man 
 im not saying either one of us are right or wrong
 but we  must make some ajustments in order  to get alone
 regaurdless of what you think of the opposite sex we are both needed
so i suggest out of respect just treat them like you want to be treated


Details | I do not know? | |

A white space - part 1

(A white space. One door is labelled ''arrive'' another ''depart'' a white bed in the centre labelled ''stay''. In the bed are two women sleeping back to back, with the sheet pulled up high. A woman enters dressed semi-formally looking dazed and confused, she looks around baffled.)

Eliza: Hello, hello? My God, where am I? It''s so white, I''m so...

(A girl in the bed sits up, looks at her, frustrated at her sleep being interrupted)

Missy: You''re sooo dead.

(The other woman sits up, wearily rubs her eyes)

Martha : Missy we''ve talked about this. We let them down lightly. You mustn''t shock them like that

(She climbs out of bed, dressed in 1940''s clothing)

Martha: Nice to meet you, I''m Martha, and this delightful young thing is Missy. You are...

Eliza: Eliza. Look, where am I?

Missy : Purgatory, the ''afterlife'', heaven. Call it what you like. Honey...you''re dead.
(She steps out of bed, dressed in a school uniform, a short tie, a black mini skirt and a shirt only buttoned two thirds of the way, Eliza laughs nervously)

ELiza: No, no I don''t believe in the afterlife. When you''re dead you''re...

Missy: Dead! God..we''ve got another one on our hands Martha. You can deal with her.

Martha: Well, darling, what do you remember?

Eliza: I was in the car, with Nick, my husband, and ummm, oh, and in front of the car walked the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, a dear, all proud and tall and...

Missy: and BANG! You''re dead.

Eliza: No I must have just drifted off. This is all a dream. Isn''t it?

(She looks at Martha as if for reassurance. She receives only an apologetic look)

Eliza: Wow. Dead. That''s quite something.

(She sits on the bed)

It''s not...how I imagined. I mean, where is everyone? You must know.

Martha: You can''t know anything really. Not here. But after fifty years you begin to form ideas. I think the afterlife is separated into different rooms just like this. Every day women walk through here, weeping, confused, empty. I think this is the room where mourning mothers pass. Pushed through that door...drawn to that one. They rarely ever tell us their stories, but you can see it in their eyes you know? There''s something about a woman who has lost a child.

Eliza: Not really a woman at all.

Martha: Yes.


Details | Classicism | |

Sugar Cookies and Strawberries

You were my focus once you stepped into my line of vision.
Your surroundings indicative of the kind of girl you'd be.. 
But a stubborn-ness inside wants to defy, what my gut and mind combined screams out to me
Looking forward to taking my time with you
Something so sweet taste best when it's ripe
As impatient as I am it's a pleasure waiting till it's mine
I've dreamt of creamy caramel legs wrapped around my thighs
You're breathless moans laced around me, making me high
Without warning indecent thoughts attack my senses not just my mind but my body each nerve aware
To see the pink flush across your flesh simply from the warmth of my kiss grazing along your hips
A story has just begun with such a vivid imagination remind me to thank God later for this fine ass creation
It would take 9 lives and then some to fulfill my curiosity
I'd savor your scent, your look, mmmmm your taste and watch as a smile creeps across your face
In awe I gaze, my virgin tongue to your centerfold 
your body revealing secrets to me that it's never told
Mmmm sugar cookies n strawberries, I adore the way you taste , to watch your eyes roll back and see the pleasure on your face
But like every story has its end so do we , I can never have you ,that's fine, but in those moments, frozen in time, baby we both know damn well you were mine....


Details | Free verse | |

THE SOCIAL THEOLOGY ARTICLE OF FAITH - CREED

THE SOCIAL THEOLOGY ARTICLE OF FAITH (CREED) – FOUNDER MS. VERLENA S. WALKER
The Social Theology Article of Faith
Social Theologist and Founder Ms. Verlena S. Walker is sending a message of prayer and worship for all to covenant via the therapeutic form of creative writers for the longevity of humanity through a greater determination and the norms of the omnipotent whom is God. Our Faith is Social Theology. Our Temple is DomKirk. Moreover, our belief is to covenant via the therapy of creative writers for prayer and worshipping of the omnipotent God who has given us life determined to greatness.
Our Creed states that…
1. We believe in one unity of the body as a theological vessel of the Modern Day Bible that is prophetic through our destiny and not spoken of by the written word until the truth has been shown and heard. 2. We believe in one unity of the body as a vessel of the omnipotent God for holistic purposes to deliver righteousness to those who have been falsified through others’ wrongness. 3. We believe in one unity of the body as a passage [way] of the omnipotent God to deliver righteousness to those who desire to be saved.
There are seven [7] sacraments to this Article of Faith.
1. Grace and Honor: Unto the omnipotent God, I give grace and honor. 2. Prayer of Deliverance: Unto the omnipotent God, I pray for deliverance. 3. Spiritual Worship: Unto the omnipotent God, I worship with mind, body, and soul. 4. Faithfulness: Unto the omnipotent God, I bequeath faithfulness in following “The” and adhering to his Holy Word. 5. Wholeness: Unto the omnipotent God, I offer the wholeness of one unity of the body through holistic means. 6. Togetherness: With the omnipotent God, I am one. 7. Fulfillment in Belief: For all is in my belief that the omnipotent God is the creator of humanity in which in [my] purgatory I am ready for Heaven.
~Hallelujah Amen!~
________________________________| ~Penned April 29, 2014!~


Details | I do not know? | |

Chasing the Morning Dew

Chasing the Morning Dew
by Lori Maria Walton

Sitting alone in a world of rhyme
I marvel longingly at the pass of time
Created for day and night
But when watched closely must take flight

Careful not to disturb the balance
Between love of time and chafed heart callous
One can wait for eternity
If only a second love is free

Free to roam among the fields
Of romantic flower and jasmine shields
A moment can be preserved forever
To create a lifetime to endeavor

Standing next to evening rain
Pondering life through a window pane
Shadows drink my desires away
Exiting the stage of this life's play

Drunken slurs of memories past
She waits for him her role to cast
So life can go beyond the moment
Begin to breathe and not lament

But in the present she remains torn
To laugh and love and surely mourn
The years to come without a view
She continues to chase the morning dew


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Paradise Women

The one for whom literati’s at quiet, 
Mysterious, invisible could only imagine at sight, 
Enchant beauty captivate hundred hearts, 
Naïve glimpse can bewilder this world site, 
 
The best Eden abode where thee dwell, 
Essence with flipped pain might be well, 
Beginning to end, hoped this to befell, 
Cause intruder thoughts can’t be Quell, 
 
The worth of whom is pre-written, 
Won’t thou catch thee, with desultory walk in, 
Endow of her to follow Almighty Will, 
Synoptic praise of  her is not hidden, 
 
Will wed to a paradise women, 
Blue eyes, fluffy cheeks and intact human, 
Of which there be the distinct one, 
Assumed to be with her, not an omen, 
 
Ideate, if she put on silk attire, 
Cosmos world burn to fire, 
Enriched with pure affection and sublime beauty, 
Of before worthless the charm of Hawaii pier.

M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
shahid817@gmail.com


Details | Free verse | |

In Retrospect

My mother told me, as a child, how diverse a woman had to be.
She stated from this diversity solidarity could be found.
Woman, as a leader, confronts the world in a liberated form.
She is to say what is necessary and carry on.
If there seems to be no forum, one must develop for her in a man
political arena. 

My mother did show what occurred during her youth.
Formation is of a new school.
This thought gleams and is The School of Social Theology.

Today's woman shines.
She is in every facet of life.
Her statue stands strong with strings of living being in her loving smiles 
and unwanted frowns.
If she fatigues, she rest easily and tomorrow she advocates just as hard 
knowing she must get the job done.

I am the woman I speak of and I know many like me.
A new generation with no dream denied, activism we define.
To take this any further would state that a fight against Social Injustice is 
a fight for Social Justice!


Details | Free verse | |

Smooth Convicts

By Angeline Star

Anti-social
behavior of
the push-up 
bra- -
confines.


Details | Narrative | |

Attention Fellow Soupers

Hey guys, thank you for reading this.  Ok it has come to my attention from poets who are my 
genuine friends that some uncouth people on here are gossiping about me; saying 
I'm "preying" on (soup women). You know who you are!!  I don't have to call names!!  R U guys serious?
     Number one I am single, I flirt, Number two everyone knows there has been several, 
relationships formed here on the soup and yet they say I can't flirt or find love, instead they 
say I am "preying " on women.
     So I offer a challenge my soup family;  Any woman who feels I "preyed" on her...leave 
a "comment" for this letter for all the soup to see.  If I have asked any woman for money 
etc. (that I did not know and who aren't in my friends circle)  please leave comment.
     It is time to pull the cat out of the bag.  No need for any more gossiping.  So you people 
that accuse me of this, WHERE ARE ALL THESE WOMEN AT?
     Let's ask some of my personal friends, Carolyn Devonshire, Laura McKenzie, Amy Green, 
Audrey Carey. These women I consider friends, real friends, and all these women are 
respected on the soup.
     Because I'm an inmate, I can't find love?  A good woman?  I am a part of this site, I can't 
get to know a woman on here?  Collaborate on poetry w/ a woman?  Remember family, I 
collaborated with some of these people who are gossiping and we wrote some beautiful 
poems.  You people doing this know who you are and your lying is catching up to you...lol
     I come home next year soup family.  I've served my sentence for a crime I did not 
commit.  So I'm not entitled to friendship and love???  Let me know.  Love you guys

Jimmy M. Anderson


Details | Free verse | |

Signs

I love you so much more than the sun in the sky
Love you so much girl, and just can't tell exactly why
To confess my love, to you, is all I wish to say
Tell you outright, at the break of each new day

Our worlds seem to align 
And it's not by design
I want you in my arms forever, to be mine
Oh love, just give me a sign

I've had none before, and well, you've had nine
But with this I am fine
To the shores of forever, with you, I will find
If you just give me some Signs

Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for
Please pretty girl, won't you open the door?
Leave me crying on the floor
Leave me girl, wanting so much more

How can lonely hearts mend?
Find others for their love to send
All across the sands of these times
Show me the way, give me some Signs

You could turn a whole life's world around
Without the utterance of a sound
You could halt his childish whines
If you just gave this poor boy some Signs

Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for
Please pretty girl, won't you open the door?
Leave me crying on the floor
Leave me girl, wanting so much more

Yet here I am, sitting alone and broken
No words to you have been spoken
Why am I so shy? Where did the days go?
Oh how they fly and Oh how you glow
Nothing left to do now, but wait for new Signs


Details | Rhyme | |

Creep you out

After all the things i did for you
And comfort when your feeling blue
When your dressed fancy and i say your beautiful
Or when i complement you when your feeling dull

But i creep you out?

That moment when Josh yelled at you
And i made him feel like a fool
Made him apologize and say that he was in the wrong
But you look at me as if i may be dumb

i creep you out...

The times that your unaware of
When people degrade you
I'm the one that stands tough
Attacking your rumors

I CREEP YOU OUT!!

How could you say this
When you don't even know me
Feelings of sadness and anger
Ignited by what you told me

Fine, thats how it is
I know you didn't ask for it
for my protection against the things
I don't know why i do it

...very well...

Forgive me for my creepiness
I apologize for being me
i have nothing else to say, 
but believe me i will make you pay.


Details | Couplet | |

Why ladies keep themselves always clean

Ladies keep themselves always clean, 
if some gentleman by chance will lean.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Free verse | |

The Waking Nightmare

I dreamt a dream,
So horrible and cruel,
That my screams echoed through the house,
The sight of the the men in dark cloaks,
Struck fear into my soul,
Though I did not know why,
Until I seen the woman,
Her body bruised and mangled,
Her deep green eyes filled with tears of agony and dispair,
Her hair, which had once been long and silky, 
Now was rudely chopped and tangled,
One of the men in cloaks began to speak,
And as he spoke another man poked te woman with something sharp,
I heard her screams,
I saw her blood,
Then I saw the brutal man, tie the woman up, 
I did not understand why,
It seemed so wrong,
The crowd in which was gathered, 
Stared in a uneasy, fearful silence,
The only sound being that of which the men in cloaks made,
When they lite the fire beneath her feet,
I heard myself crying out, telling them to stop,
I felt someone grab my arms,
My screams echoed hers as the flames licked her flesh,
They tried to drag me away, 
As I struggled, I watched her die,
Burnt alive,
The crowd disappeared, 
Staring at me with knowing eyes,
I suddenly knew, 
The next woman to be burned,
Was myself.


Details | Couplet | |

The real beauty's No

The real beauty's "No" 
does not offend, you know.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Vula Amehlo - Zulu for open your eyes

Vula Amehlo (open your eyes)

"Vula Amehlo"is Zulu for "open your eyes"

Vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
though eyes aren’t needed to behold
the flowing tears of those of us, left out in the cold

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
the time to turn your back is long gone
no time now to pander and no time now to fawn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we the people are hungry, angry, and our skin is torn
though we say it loudly, unbowed we are, and not forlorn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we may be invisible and tucked away far from you
but we are here, still, waiting for the promise of freedom to come true

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
you see us sometimes, though you avert your gaze
come on now, compatriots, awaken from your complacent daze

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we are the open wound that festers on your ostentatious display
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
as you roll down your windows and toss us some coins, look in our eyes
we are your slumbering consciences, we are the famished proof of your lies

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
forget us not as you tuck your pretty children in, and turn off the lights
we too are the children whose mothers, fathers fought for all our peoples’ rights

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
don’t think that we are bitter and livid for no reason or cause
we have been waiting and waiting, for days and a decade, without any pause

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
vula amehlo
mothers and fathers
vula amehlo
brown and white and all shades of this rainbow so bright
we repeat what we said, we are not going to melt away into the night
vula amehlo
one and all
our patience is being tested from day to day, year to year
we have listened to your promises and we now demand that you hear
vula amehlo
open your eyes
and see us, and hear us clearly, and hear us today
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
open your eyes



Details | Light Poetry | |

women

Women

I tell my friend yesterday
That I have a problem
I know a bunch of women
And I’m in love with all of them

He says boy you crazy
You will get in trouble
But when I see them
My love does double

See all women are different
No two are the same
Each add a different fuel
To keep alive a flame

Some are like eye candy
Such a sweet delight
And some like a star
Brightening up the night

So I tell me friend 
To have a clear conscience
 Trying to figure out a woman
A man don’t have a chance

A woman sees a burglar
She beat him up in side the house
Then she screaming 
When she see a little mouse

I love a woman in Trinidad
She sweet like a Pomerac
But if a dog try to bite her
She going to bite it back

I love a woman in America
She’s in the military
If she find out bout the others
I know she will beat up me

And I love one in England
I visit her every year
We go to the pub
And drink some warm beer

A woman is an amazing creature
So full of surprise
You could sweet talk her all day
But don’t tell her any lies

I love a girl in Mexico
She like she food real spicy
But she sweet like a ripe mango
So that’s alright with me

There are women all over the world
And each has their style
So you really can’t blame
Some men for going wild

I have to end this poem
Riad taking me to maracas beach
See women buying bake and shark
So I give my cell number to each

Women have to understand
They have so much beauty in them
So if a man tries to love only one
Them he will have a big problem


Details | Rhyme | |

the rose number 1

the rose is a beauty to behold
it is loved by most women on this earth
is it because the rose is like a woman? 
when it opens up and spreads its petals
it shows the beauty within and the softness to the touch.
yet just like a woman it has its thorns to protect its beauty.
so is the woman who has been betrayed-she will never be the same
she will protect the beauty like a spider protects its web.

so this is what i see.

the beauty of a woman which is locked up inside
will bloom like a rose with nothing to hide.
her beauty will be admired by men of all nations
they'll try to get to her to feel the sensation.
the sensation of knowing she is the one
    who could raise the setting sun.
so as men we have to take care
for once we get into their hair
they'll be no way of turning back
until she combs her hair and loosens up the slack.
she will have us like a spider has its web
and suck us dry until we're dead.
but! what a wonderful death it will be
as long as we live in harmony.


Details | Rhyme | |

That Angel Smells Like Lotus Flowers

I know not her name, 
But I can trace her by scent, 
She has driven me into a smell-at-them game, 
And am attracted to her a hundred percent, 

Stronger than my very own Chase, 
But am unable to keep the pace, 
The scent, be it expensive, I'll buy on higher purchase, 
I just want a glimpse of her face, 

Is she a material girl in a material world? 
Who taught her to smell so sweet? 
Whatever the case I'll buy her the world, 
And place it beneath her feet, 

I spoke with the wind to reverse her scent, 
And I followed it to a mansion so beautiful, 
It is here that I'll pitch my tent, 
Till I see this angel that converted me to a beauty fool, 

Alas! A master piece, 
If she isn't a runaway angel from heaven, 
Then God must have really been at peace, 
And created her in days more that seven, 

Introduce myself I shall, 
Even if its only for a while, 
Am Leonardo da vinci, please Monalisa smile, 
But she disappears behind that great wall, 


Details | Rhyme | |

Women made me

I focus on my attributes in hope to one day compete
With them so called, "players and g's"
A wide skill level, intelligent approach to life
From writing poetry to being the best in a fight

I raise my intellect because girls don't like stupid
Began to learn in order to help cupid
Various knowledge, gained  just to impress
But i kept going, curious as to what i'll learn next

I play piano because i was inspired by movies
Where with a sweet song, you get that girl nice and gooey
She falls for you, and then you have your queen
And all you had to do was flick some keys

I blow that clarinet to use it like a net
Sweeping women off there feet with musical clefs
It feels nice as my fingers fly
Closing the keys and emitting soft sighs

At first i was focused on the women
Never having any i hoped this would attract them 
Now i revel in it, i love the music
And so i have a whole different reason to do it

It was the same with sports, women love the stars
The athletes with chests and abs seen from afar
So i hit the field and began to improve
Proud of the new cuts and grooves

I started poetry with my first love note
Trying a new technique because nothing else worked
I began to enjoy so i continued to write
But my first poem was written because i wanted to be her knight

Without woman i'd of had no motivation
Never would of discovered my talents without inspiration
Besides without a woman i wouldn't be alive
So i have no respect for them rude guys

To all the ladies, i thank you and i hope you remain
Strong in relationships, please stay sane
And remember, not all of us are alike
You probably just overlook the guys that are nice


Details | Couplet | |

A lady in arms

A lady in arms 
more rapidly charms.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Couplet | |

A marriage and a bet

One’s meanness and the other’s foolishness abet
them in arranging both a marriage and a bet. 

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Free verse | |

Enchantress Commander

The creature of beauty;
a curvature silhouette
with a sweet scent and tenderness
that can wittingly
or
unknowingly
lure and sedate the beast.
This Enchantress,
once sanctioned as weaker,
merely the bearer of offspring
has evolved
from a sex goddess 
into a commander,
able to rule
an army of warriors
by way of power,
yet 
remain true 
to her instinctive nature
as sensual,
the nurturer
a creature of beauty;
the woman.


by Ana Espinola Collins




Details | I do not know? | |

I am One Woman

I am One Woman
by Lori Maria Walton

Dedicated to women who have suffered abuse around the globe who need hope after the tragedies in everyday life, the disappointments we encounter along the way, and the beauty that remains inside, but we so often fail to see.

Left alone to die in a cell that is limited to your command
Why do women leave their only self
To join as a slave to the one who laughs at their weakness
Deems them unworthy through all tasks
In spite of all the hard work

I stand here amazed at my own naivety
Chasing a dream of what I’m supposed to be
Leaving the love and freedom of who I really am
To begin a life with someone who cares less
Than I ever could

A baby is what I was hoping for
A baby has evaded me
Leaving me only with your spirit of criticism
Whispering to me that somehow, I am really not ok
Even for a moment

Doubt beyond doubt
Piles up to the ceiling 
Along with all the initials that stand behind my name
Mocking me that I could only enjoy a false sense
Of victory over anything

Everything I have failed 
Nothing have I succeeded in or feel as though I have
Made a mark beyond a small tainted coloring
On the glimpse of life that meets my eyes
In every dawn

Shall I continue this nonsensical dance
Waiting for someone to acknowledge my ability
To provide something valuable to my family, society, and self?
Or shall I retreat into the secrecy of the spirit
That haunts my being

I am one woman
One spirit that wakes every morning 
A brief moment do I savor the morning prayer
The burgeoning flowered tree bowing to me and opening its door
To come in and dine

I cannot open my soul again
I cannot be all that I want to be for you as I was
I can only sit beneath this old maple and dream of days 
When I fully saw light, hope, and love within each soul
And lifted myself to new heights through a window 
That never existed.


Details | Free verse | |

Poetry is like... (part 2)

A feeling of love that runs through your soul and outshines your fears like
An estimated tenderly fulfillment between a soul and emotional tears like
A rich man’s bid between fancy sport car and a sexy woman like
The incredibility of a fine woman with long legs & fine features like
The elegance of the same woman in a sexy dress with high heals like
The roar sound of men hollering at this miss I’m hot with a smile like

The velocity of men praising God in seek of a woman’s heat like
The explicitly of a woman’s seduction in seek of love in a man like 
The patience, the tolerance and the craving that breaks a man in love like
The attention and worship given by men to the in-laws for a wife like

The smile a of gorgeous woman thinking I’m handsome enough for her like 
Her voice singing with the same smile I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day like
A poet falling and dreaming in love and destiny on a Sunday morning like
Let’s go to church the same Sunday to praise God and get married the same day 
like
A poet hoping to become the best in poetry session on Sunday night like


Details | Rhyme | |

PLAY-BOY 2

You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

Plenty of fish in the sea, you gotta' use the right bait

Move fast, early bird gets the worm, don't be late

I'm a player, I attract all types of women

Get 'em all wet, like they're going swimmin'

Switch 'em up, more than I do my clothes

Got a different chick at all of my shows

Can't choose, there's too many to pick from

I beat that thing up like banging on a drum

Like fishes in water, I got 'em hooked

Chicks galore, schedule's filled, like a library I'm booked

We're in the bed more than hospital patients

Take my time, make sure she's satisfied, I got patience

They call me the Hulk, all I do is smash

It's a hit-and-run, not talking 'bout a car crash

Call it the thing on the side of your bed, one-night-stand

Kinda' like a hit TV show, I'm on demand


Details | Free verse | |

To Her, From Me

You’re such a beauty and always willing
Your gaze itself is oh so giving
Without a mask you came to see
What rightfully would and should always be

And here we stand our fingers locked
How can the world look on so shocked?
To know that you found happiness
Wouldn’t you know, it’s priceless.


Details | Free verse | |

OH, WHAT YOU DO TO ME

The sun touches the edge of the horizon
The sky lit by the moonlight 
The stars scattered on the canvas up above
The silhouette of your face is all I see
I love you are the words whispered to me
Holding my face in his hands
His lips pressed against mine 
With a slight slip of his tongue 
He consumed me
His hands touch up and down the sides of my body
“You are my everything” he said
“I want to make you mine forever”
Breathless
Overwhelmed
Blissful
Dwelled inside of me
In my hands I grab his body
I pull him even closer to me
My fingers begin to roam about his masculinity
Passion flows throughout my body
It quivers at his touch
Finally the day is here


Details | Free verse | |

The Dream and the Drive

I have watched women's hopes of men 
and seen them fall away bit by bit.
I have watched  their love fade 
in the way that the freshness of morning 
dribbles to death in the hard dry heat of noon.

I have watched dreams of friendship and sharing die 
in the emptiness of two separate souls
both designed to procreate 
but one wanting to spread the seed to many vessels
the other to make a warm safe home.

Even though both obey a primal call
The male drive to spread excitement and exploration 
must mix with romantic care and dreams.
Then this thing that women give is sacrificed 
to the hot cauldron of man driven by sex and pride

And in our age we all look back
and see this thing and watch the dieing of the hope
in the brightness of the youth
 and watch it move into the brittle
truce of aged man and woman.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Aung San Suu Kyi

For Aung San Suu Kyi

manacled
you remained unyielding
bruised by their bayonets of power
you remained unyielding
gagged by their coarse brutality
you remained unyielding
today you return
and we salute
your spirit
that remained
and remains
unyielding


Details | Rhyme | |

Rewrite

Rewrite
You have been broken down to believe you deserve no better
But you do and you forgot so now I write this letter
The strings were cut free to be the woman you know you are
Fear the secret tether keeping you from going too far
The game replayed and still you chose to be the willing fool
Knowingly a pawn knowing they will break the rule
You strove to rekindle your flame to reclaim your soul’s fire
Don’t deny yourself the respect or deny the desire
That familiar face in the mirror longs to understand the why
Love should bring you a smile not more tears to cry
Cast away self doubt and that lingering fear of the unknown
Left to the dark the flower would have never grown
Revel in your strengths as you relish what keeps you smitten
Freed from page your story’s end is yet to be written
Drakavai2013


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A chick and a crone

Any chick is prone 
to become a crone.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Epic | |

A Woman Scorned

There's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorn. Every woman will have known that they
will have been lied to, cheated on, and deceived by their husbands/boyfriends and will
have driven them over the edge. It seems that these men (the boyfriends/husbands) have
been taking these women (the girlfriends/wives) and what they've done for them for granted
and it's not right. It also seems that these women are not good for the guys and the women
are angry about it. Some of the guys (the husbands/boyfriends) think that other women are
way more intelligent and way more attractive than their current wives/girlfriends,
especially when these men are having multiple affairs behind the backs of their women. A
woman's scorn means that all of the ladies have had enough of being lied to, cheated on,
and being belittled by a bunch of womanizing jerks, that includes the loser boyfriends.
And for a bunch of women scorned by infidelities and lies, there's such thing as bad
karma. What these bad guys did to their women will happen to them in the near future, and
when they pass on, these womanizing fiends will meet their judgment day and God will
punish them for all of the misdeeds they've done. The men may lie to their women and they
may lie to their family members, that will have included their parents, but they can't lie
to Him. He sees everything that's going on, and the men (husbands/boyfriends) are going to
pay for what they did to their women (wives/girlfriends). And like the saying goes:
"there's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorned." These men better be really careful
around these women because if they take them for granted, there's going to be heck to pay.


Details | Couplet | |

Ale and love

If there's not enough ale 
all attempts to love fail.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Free verse | |

No Love Chemistry

I felt like you were the one for me,
As you said there is no chemistry between us.
Now I have to dig deep to find the right love for me,
I went from having high hope with you to no chance.
I still value you as a person,
But now I have no romantic feelings for you. 
I find it hard that you say there is no love chemistry between us. 


Details | Senryu | |

She Knows How To Use Them

Purely ones learning For today, it's about legs So lets spread the word .


Details | I do not know? | |

Colors of Serenity

Colors of Serenity
by Lori Maria Walton

Serenity,
  an endless expanse, 
     Indigo

Cutting through a synaptic web
   Earth entangles thought,
      Amarillo

Fossils of our lives
  Entrenched in patterns unknown,
    Violet

Spoiled, the the artist
   Our existence, 
      Fuchsia

Melodious rhythms
  Overtaking our soul with grief,
     Transparent

Jasmine aroma
   Brilliant, shattered, replaced
      Colorless and free



Details | I do not know? | |

Six Months In

I AM

Six Months into learning of your betrayal

Six Months into learning of your lying

Six Months into looking at every infidelity website

Six months of looking for clues of 

WHO YOU ARE

Six months into learning about me

Six months into finding me lying to me

Six months of looking at every self help website

Six months of looking for clues of

WHO I AM

Six months of learning to be US

Six months of still not TRUSTING

Six months of trying to communicate

Six months of looking for clues of

WHO WE ARE.


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Misunderstood

The constant chatter from his nagging wife
Was driving him insane

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

Marvelous around the house
She was so domesticated

But when Sunday rolled around
She left him feeling aggravated

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

Sometimes he would raise his voice
Hoping she would understand

It was not deliberately
Her intentions were good

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

A woman misunderstood


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Woman

God's greatest creation
a sculpture of pure genius for man to 
marvel at
A living portrait art made flesh painted 
across the canvas of the world
Hues of brown
strokes of red
dabs of yellow
dipping his brush in the blackness of 
space creating the first Ms Universe
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka 
The Green Poet


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A Modest Proposal

You are but a man.
You will fail me
and make mistakes.
You will say the wrong things
and make me cry.
You will argue about my family
and come to hate my mother.
You will leave the seat up
and forget about my birthday.
You will be insulting and childish,
deceitful and wrong.
And thus being warned,
I will love you no less.

I am but a woman.
I will hurt you
and make mistakes.
I will be jealous
and hold grudges far too long.
I will redecorate your house
and accidentally shrink your favorite shirt.
I will lose my beauty with age
and my body as well.
I will be scared and angry,
anxious and wrong.
And thus being warned,
will you love me all the same?


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Feminine Perspective

I see women who come from all walks of life who have carried on in dignity and pride.

With self-respect and joy in her heart, peace in her soul and love that is sowed in her 
bosom.

She wears many hats as a mother,daughter,sister, wife, grandmother,aunt and friend.

She can express her motherly duties through love, patience and charity even if it means 
to sacrifice her wants and needs.

She spreads the message of sisterhood with compassion and joy in heart and she will 
stop at nothing to keep her sisters together

She fights for freedom and equality for women and for them to have all that it takes to 
achieve their goals and reach their destination.

Her gray hairs define her wisdom and her wrinkles show her survival in this cruel world.

She fights for her respect and to keep her family together, she works hard to keep her 
professional career intact.

She carries another soul in her womb and goes through many hours of labor and pain to 
bring this person into the world.

She pours her all into doing the right and being all that she can be a feminine 
perspective.

Whether she is in Africa and Mexico or right next door she is the one that you should 
adore.

She shines in all her glory spreading her grace and beauty sharing her holy duty.

The creator created a woman named Eve as a helpmate to Adam she came from his rib.

The woman is the backbone who holds it all together who keeps it all intact.

That it is a true fact.


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For my Mother

For a Mother.

 

she left me

with only the thoughts of her embrace to warm me

in frigid mornings of tomorrows yet to come

she left me

with her words of tender truths to shroud me

in the coming evenings of stabbing sleet and hail

she left me

yet she stays forever within me

in my waking dreams

and in my restful thoughts

she stays forever within me

she remains an abiding part

of the love

the pain

the tears

and never shall we be

truly apart

 


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Women

She too breathes, but no one notice, 
She too live, but why her life has become point of tease? 
She too loves, but no one cares, 
She too had her dreams, and nightmares.

She too had brains, which is only ladder to development, 
She too have heart where everyone can live without paying rent.
She too have problems, which she never share, 
Also no one listen to it, Like it cause any fare.

Why her voice is always buried? 
Why she's Never, from protection's cage, get freed? 
Why she is bound by limitations? 
Cant She enjoy and live her life with fun? 

Why only on her, Rules are imposed? 
Why to bow down, she is forced? 
Respect her as because of her, You are on Earth.
She is the best thing, God has ever given birth.

'ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO UNDERSTAND WOMEN', They said.
First Tell me how Many of Them, Had an attempt, made? ? ?


Details | Couplet | |

Eve

Only Eve is a madam, 
who is known from Adam.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Free verse | |

Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!

I can’t breathe, now!

Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls” 
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...


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A Christmas Miracle

Among the goats and the sheep
Our Savior rest in a peaceful sleep
The greatest gift of all, to all mankind
Laying in a feeding trough that was only hay lined

Such a humble setting for a King
But in the Heavens all of the Angels sing
For here is the King of every nation
My Lord Jesus, my salvation

Three wise men will travel from a far
Guided by the light of a glorious star
And three Shepard's follow too
For the Angel Gabriel came to them and proclaimed it was true

So just remember this story
Of the baby Jesus and all His Glory 
So the next time you come upon the Nativity scene
It will give you the true sense of what Christmas should really mean


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

What a Man can do ,a Woman cannot do

Husband and wife are inside their bed room sleeping,The wife is bordered and couldn`t sleep.She woke her husband,so as to iron out some issues.The clock indicates 1.45am.
WIFE:   I don`t think I can bear this any more
HUSBAND:what`s the problem darling?
WIFE:   The burden of this family is too much for me.It`s almost a  year now.
HUSBAND:Don`t worry,It`s for a short time,I will soon take over my  responsibility
WIFE:   May be you should have taken that bribe of 2 million.
HUSBAND:What?Don`t say it again,sell my conscience and go against  my principles and allow the importation of fake drugs.No way!The principles that I maintained jealously before  hooking up with you.
WIFE:   I know,I know;HHTT-Honesty,Humility,Truthfulness and  Tolerance.
HUSBAND:Yes,my darling;you can still remember.
WIFE:   But,look at what we`re been through because of losing your job.
HUSBAND:Don`t worry,I will get another one soon;...And you call yourself an advocator for women...what a man can do a woman can do better.Isn`t it?
WIFE:   Yes,I believe in that.
HUSBAND:Then,what have you just done?I carried the burden of this family for ten years without complaining,you did it for eleven months and you are complaining.
WIFE:   I still believe that women are better in understanding and   governing than men.
HUSBAND:I disagree;There are some things that men can do and women  cannot do them.
WIFE:   I do not concur with that idea
HUSBAND:Okay,I will prove it to you experimentally.
HUSBAND:Follow me to the toilet,I will get two empty beer bottles; I will urinate in one and you in the other.No drop of  urine should be on the toilet floor after urination.
WIFE:   Oh,No!Darling you`ve won.I agree with you;I can`t do it.
        You are wise,no woman can do it without pouring..
HUSBAND:You can now see;The head is always the head.let`s go back  to bed.


Contest:"The Conversation" Poetry


Details | Free verse | |

Desight

So here she lay with the gaunt rose feeling so cold…

Help is in her eyes, but the feeling is of false…

Uneasy for me to slit the way to eternal rest…

I feel this breeze weigh behind me…

 And so the knife she lay so bold…

Nonentities realized this so coming…

Help is on the way my dear…

I shall hear you sleep… 


Details | I do not know? | |

Exotic Lands

Exotic Lands
by Lori Maria Walton

The day,
nurtured in the belly of a 
  fearless night
turns and is finally born
clinging to the soft arms of a 
  pretty morning

The sun, dozing on the 
heavy chest of exotic lands,
  rolls
and is now awakened,
plowing a submissive face 
  with golden hands

Play the bagpipes,
while the tea and the toast and
  freshly squeezed orange juice
seated spellbound
wait anxiously for the first touch
of honey lips

This day, as the morning 
waits on the table for the first
  touch of honey 
hands and golden lips prepare
to explore the shores of life

Blended melodies ring 
  in attentive hollows
beneath the sea of passion


Details | Rhyme | |

Just To Be With You

If I could fly to the moon
To be alone with you
I would

If I had to swim across the  ocean 
To save you there, too
I would

No matter where I have to go
Or what I have to do
I would do it, just to be with you

8/24/14
© Copyright by Melanie Palmer. All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

beauty

beauty...

a simple beauty
in the tinkling of ankle bells
treading across the fields of grain
amid earthy fragrances of the first drops of rain

a simple beauty
in the bitter-sweet song of the nightingale
calling out over the trees and across the plain
teasing the morning air with its wondrous refrain

a simple beauty
in the shimmer of the morning dew
clinging to the wings of the wildest crow
awakening gently as the cool dawn winds blow 

a simple beauty
in the smiles of the children as they play
their pleasure so pure as their beaming faces show
the radiance of bright sunshine melting into a dazzling rainbow

a simple beauty
in the joyful celebration of life
breathing in the essence of being alive today
alive! with yesterday a mere memory and tomorrow a lifetime away

the simplest beauty
is all around us, if only for a moment
we absorb the innocent laughter of those children at play
perhaps then we may feel again, and with feeling, embrace each new day


Details | Free verse | |

Trying

I am a woman in this society. 
I go by the name of 
*****, thot, hoe, skank, pussy, and many more
It seems to be okay
I guess it is okay.
I was born into this world Nancy
I was raised by parents who “cares”
They did a horrible job of showing it
With no real help from them
I grew up to be a very knowledgeable woman
At least I’m on the road to that point
I am trying to push past this norm
Push past all the negative
And push past all this disrespect 
But I would be lying if I said it was easy.
Every step I take forward
I take 5 step back
Every change I make
I face a new challenging obstacle
Every move I make 
There’s always disappointment
But I’m trying.
I’m trying.
Trying…


Details | Verse | |

This Babie

THIS BABIE!
This babie,
Covered like a street rover.
Material or time?
Does babie want to 
Expose her nudity?
Or does babie want to expose 
Her beauty?
Does babie attracts or distracts ? 

Behold,eyes weak and can behold
Should I cover them ?
NO !
I open them wide,lest I stumble and be troubled
The code,bad in here,
Were it in an orgy,I couldn’t murmur
Infact I could strike a deal with thee.

Who’s to blame ? babie or the maker of her garment?
The seller or the buyer ?
Both are to blame,
The maker for scarce marterial,
Babie for scarce wits and eyes and eyes to see

What’s beauty? It’s not nudity I believe or
Is there beauty in nudity ? Educate me please…
Babie,you stress your garments by stretching them
Ooh! Poor she…didn’t you see they were short when you dresses ?
How many times did you confirm on the mirrow?
Don’t stretch your belt size dress,stretch your brains babie 
If offended, go weigh yourself on your necks…or go out to your hooligans
In the streets…and I will coil back !
							


Details | Rhyme | |

My Dear Child Man Woman

My Dear, Child

Mandy, my dear child, I forgot to state, 
that it be your mother and me
that have come to be the authors of your life,
it is we that are responsible for your strife.
It was our hands that wrote upon the slate,
the future that foretells the story of your fate,
a story that we all are so sad to have lived, to see.

Man
 
The ways of man, the ways of me
are not what I am, are not what I see, 
but surely, they are, in the end, what I be.

A distance, small or great, from being free.

To soar upon glorious, feathered wings,
high above all, with a sweet voice that sings 
of all the right choices one’s life brings 
that could take one beyond all that stings

the body, the heart, the spirit, the soul. 
To  take us to that place, what a thing to know, 
that we may feel free, may know a safe place to go.

Shadows frozen upon the walls of time, 
along those mirrored halls, memories, they shine 
upon all that life has become, this fate of mine.

Woman

Is woman ?, Venus, a distant planet 
or a fisher of men, men to catch in her net ? 
Is woman ?, the statue of ancient myths and legend, 
or might she be other ?, alive, real, warm and a friend. 
Her heart, to many, she has lent,
will any one man be sufficient.


Details | Rhyme | |

Felicity Undead

Since I have bad luck with women, I decided to build one.
But after I brought her to life, I said "What have I done?"
I used dead body parts to build her and I brought her to life with electricity.
At first I was very happy and I named her Felicity.
But I accidentally gave her the brain of a Nymphomaniac.
Whenever she sees a man, she always jumps in the sack.
Men don't mind one bit that she's undead.
They just like it because she goes to bed.
I thought she'd be faithful, what am I going to do?
If you're a man, she'll definitely want to nail you.

(This is a fictional poem)


Details | I do not know? | |

Aint mi gurl

I met a women who wouldn't say hello

She was in my life before I could let you know

So hard to find a little find like this one-
don't ya know? 

It wasn't me who became the Ogre

It was my entire past...

She magnified to intense proportions over nite

But that women still only shows her teeth white

In my dreams

And in my coherent mind

The rudeness shines

In others as well

Pours like pales when I don't get what I want

I feel like my past might as well be gone


Details | Free verse | |

It Starts Within

Growing up you see nothing but the good
You’re taught that if you treat someone right, you get understood
Pure, that's how you enter the world
Most may say
But where does that all change
When did you go from loving with your all to disrespecting everything?

She was in middle school when she was called fat
She still remember to this day who said it to her
It stuck to her, and she's near her 20s
She don't think she will ever feel secure
It hurt
It hurts a lot
She felt disrespected
Yes she did
Messed her up mentally

Growing up her parents told her
"Sweetie, you are fat"
"Sweetie, you need to lose weight"
Insecurity, that's what she’s stuck with
The people who should love and cherish her
The people who should take her for who she is
The people who should respect her
Disrespected her emotionally.

Dudes hit on her like she is a piece of meat
With a 
"Let me see what’s under all that"
Or a
"Omg! Look at that ass"
And a 
"Girl, you know you want this D"
That’s the attention she gets
That’s the only attention she get
So she takes it and it becomes okay.

Emotionally disrespected
Mentally imprinted within
And she don’t even know

She grew to become a woman she never thought she’d be
Finding love in all the wrong places
She let that sorry piece of crap hurt her
She let him disrespect her
"Trash come here" 
And a 
“Don’t get that ass beat”
Ending with a
“You know who daddy is”
Disrespectful that’s what is.

Since when was this okay?
Since when was this just whatever.
When did this all start you may ask.
It all started when she didn’t get the love she deserve.
It started when that guy called her fat.
It started when her mom called her ugly
It started when her dad called her fat
It started when she gave in
It started when she disrespected herself.

Possible yes it is
She disrespected herself when she didn’t stand up for herself.
And when you don’t love or respect yourself, how would you know to see it.
And that’s how it is. 
Respect starts within, and without out no one will respect you Ever.


Details | Couplet | |

By fluke

Unpretty women by only fluke
can give their children a pretty look.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Rhyme | |

What a woman worth

We need to treat our woman like precious gold, but we as men have a problem to beat them
cuz our hearts are cold!
We should cherish every day, but we as men never know what we have till it's taken away.
We play with their hearts, like it's a game, but when they return the favor we are never
the same!
We say we love you and that's not lie, but we always do things to make you cry.
What part of love could do such a thing, I guess it's not true love now that's just a shame.
We say that we will always's try to treat you right, but we're so quick to find the next
best thing in our site. 
We say that you are the love of our life, but we cheat and lie now that just ain't right.
We try to put the all bad things in the back of the mind, but you when get feed up we have
lost so much time.
We try not to let our emotions show, but it's so hard, when we have to let the ones we
love, go!
I guess we'll never know what a woman worth, until the day comes and she is finally placed
under the dirt!
By: Clarence B. Bowser Jr. the III


Details | I do not know? | |

For Maya Angelou

For Dr Maya Angelou


Vanquished by the day one may be,
Beaten down by the barren night.
 
Faltering at times,
at times upright.
 
Still one stands.
One still fights.
 
For though one falls,
One must rise.


Details | Free verse | |

Lady Heroes

" Lady Heroes ... "


Sarah, In Her 90th Year Stage
Was Way Past Childbearing Age
But Just Like Her GOD Conveyed
Sarah, Got A Miracle Wage!

Sarah Shined ...

Rachel, Too Had Long To Wait
To Her, It May Have Seemed Late
May Even Have Given Up On That Date
But When It Happened, It Was Great!

Rachel Shined ...

Leah, Was The Wife, Less Loved
So She Knew The Heart-Pains Of
Keeping Patient, While Bearing Up
and Leah, Was Blessed From Above!

Leah Shined ...


Esther, So Humble, Had Risen Far
To Help Lift & Cast Off Her Peoples Bar
And On Every Purim of Adar
Lovely Esther, Still Shines Like A Star

?	?
So, If You Have To Wait In Line
Until It's Time To Fully Shine
Remember No Matter How Far You Go
GOD, Can Make You ... A Lady Hero ...

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _


Mary, Accepted What Was Odd
Even Tho' She Knew It Would Be Hard
and Became Mother of Our Lord
She's A Shining Slavegirl of GOD ...

Mary Shined ...

?	?
So, If You Have To Wait In Line
Until It's Time To Fully Shine
Remember No Matter How Far You Go
GOD, Can Make You ... A Lady Hero ...

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Just Like Jael and Deborah
Lady Heroes
Like Abigail and Lydia
Lady Heroes

Like Ruth, Naomi and Rebecca
Lady Heroes
Like Elizabeth and Hanna
Lady Heroes

Like Mary and Martha
Lady Heroes
Like Eunice, Lois and Priscilla
Lady Heroes

even Like Rahab, Synteche and Euodia
(Yes, They're Lady Heroes)
and May You, Your Daughters & Mommas
Shine and Be  ... Lady Heroes ...

        Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/1/2014
                by:  MoonBee  Canady


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Love Aligns

Love Aligns

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


© July 17, 2010



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


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Maritime Warfare

Gray ships
Docks and ports

Palm trees 
And mangoes

Fresh breeze
Wide relief


A night on shore
Red lips, hot breath

Oh, no
Baby wails

Woman sits on golden land
Bundle in hand

Agony
The choice.


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Women's Day: Let's trade

 
It's time for me to do Marriage trade Is it what some call bride price? Never mind..I am a merchant so i call it trade Barter trade system is my best I give you a living thing for a living thing Slave for a donkey I will respect your business language of 'in laws' Its like mine of the 'by laws' Since your daughter has all the arms to dig Legs to walk, eyes to see and a stomach to puppet Yes I am interested in this commodity So!!! let the trade begin... To be fair I will take your daughter in exchange for six cows If you hate cows I can offer four goats in exchange for each cow I know goats are somehow stubborn like women So we can think of hens Ten hens for each goat WHAT DO YOU THINK? Or since we have the rats and you enjoy these edible rats I can give you 20 rats for each hen and then i take the girl nice idea, don't you think so? Don't fight We are doing trade here You will be a billionaire Think about this I will give you four thousand, eight hundred edible rats For just one girl who has one head and only two hips Its a fair deal old folk Think about a farm of 4,800 edible rats!! You will be voted the next village chief For starting some big project around As your daughter will shake out of her My slave boys Who will run my estate for years see?
/*I wrote this poem with an African picture of 1800, If you still do this just know you are mad.. Happy women's day*/


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Woman

woman are the greatest gift 
from God to men. They're caring  
Without them there is no beginning

Woman's heart are formed by 
Love, It’s tender and soft they
Show it through their acts

Woman are of knowledge 
whom are willing to be challenged
They're thoughtful, tolerant, wonderful 
and powerful


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Put Their Life On The Line

We lost many soldiers
War after war
Many families, too
Have had their hearts torn
Mangled bodies laying 
All over the field there
Some knelt beside them
Could see the pain show there
So many tears had been shed
For a friend or a loved one 
Felt guilty, for they weren't protected by someone 
When soldiers came home 
No longer talked about the war
What went on was nothing but horror
So many today 
Still are forgotten 
To me,  I feel that is just
Down right rotten
Wars dragged on forever
Some still left unfound
There are those still in prison
Tied up and bound
They put their life 
On the line, for you and me
It took bravery to fight 
Yet, people walk past them today, you see
Not even thanking them for what they did just isn't right



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King Solomon's Judgment

He was now sovereign of the land of Israel.
Following in his father David’s steps, he ruled well.
This land had never displayed so much prosperity.
No king would ever be more powerful and wealthy.
The Jerusalem palace now showed great opulence.
However, he employed great wisdom and providence.
David said, “Walk in God’s ways and obey each decree,
Then He shall in turn keep the promise He made to me.
If your descendents adhere to My commandments well,
someone will always sit on the throne of Israel.”
Solomon kept his word as his father lay dying,
to be forever faithful to God and discerning.
He must be prosperous in every undertaking,
diligence and integrity never forsaking.
The Lord gave discernment, great knowledge, and keen insight.
God spoke to Solomon in a dream he had one night.

On one day, two prostitutes appeared before the king.
These women presented issues both were disputing.
They lived together in a brothel in the city.
Each was ill favored, and neither deserved his pity. 
These women both claimed to be the mother of a son.
They declared victimization by the other one.
The first woman said, “Her baby is the one that’s dead,
she rolled over in her sleep, and covered her son’s head.
I discovered that morning when I would nurse my son,
she took my baby and substituted her dead one.”
The next woman said, “No, do not believe such a thing!
My son is alive!  Her baby is dead!  She’s lying!”
The other one cried, “That one is mine, she’s deceiving!
How could someone do such an evil deed, mighty king?”
Solomon evaluated each testimony.
He made this decision on hearing each woman’s plea:
“Bring me a sword; I shall divide this baby in two.
There shall be two halves of this child for each of you.” 
The second woman said, “Yes king, do it!  That sounds good!
Cut that thing in two.  If I can’t have him, no one should!”
The first one yelled, “Don’t kill him!  Please don’t do such a thing!
Give the baby to her and spare his life, my great king!” 
Solomon turned to the first woman and said to her:
“Here woman, take the child, you are the true mother.
You have shown compassion here.  There can be no other!”

This was just one example of Solomon’s wisdom.
There would never be a greater man in this kingdom.


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I Stand Tall

Taken by the heart and crushed,
Emotions shattered, thoughts rushed.
Crippled by the love that was finally denied.
Riddled by the gunfire by a lover who lied.

Hurt and beaten down, yet I stand tall,
I shall never again be beaconed by a lovers call.
Revitalized by my own heart and soul,
I will be one with, Emotional control.

Bitter sweet memories of lovers past,
I shall never again mention when asked.
Powered by the will and passion in my heart,
I have begun anew and with the past I have part.

Beware, for I am beautiful and strong
And I shall never again be that lost love song.
Angels have united and fight for my cause,
I will never again be the woman that I was.

My dreams are my future, filled full, with love,
And I will get all that I have been dreaming of.
I will rejoice, be happy, and smile that smile,
Knowing that my love life is set, if only for a while.

©REB (Jan 2013) someone needs this MH


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A VIP

A VIP while making pee 
looks like a not-quite VIP.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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A skin peel

The thorougher the skin peel, 
the stronger the sex apeal.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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A Girl Thing

We cry
We love
We care
It's a girl thing
We control
We take
We demand
It's a girl thing
We're crazy
We're moody
We're impatient
It's not just a girl thing
We're independent
We're brilliant
We're free
It's most definitely
A girl thing


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What to Say

What to say to a woman.

To a woman with doubt in her mind,
fear in her heart,
knots in her soul.

To a woman with lust in her eyes,
hunger in her gut
and desire in her body.

To a woman who wanders in the dark,
rejects the love of friends,
accepts the hands of a stranger.

To a woman who misses her companions,
her family;
and longs for arms at night.

To a woman who cries out for attention
and finds it only in the eyes
of a man hiding behind a mask.

They try to teach us so many things;
how to live, how to kill,
how to die,
how to win and to lose;
cook, fish, drive, read, write;
how to be honorable
and how to survive pain.

But not a one has told,
or even truly knows,
the key to giving comfort,
to listening;
to find solutions,
or to be the romantic
or the friend
as needed.

Not one, man, woman or beast
has ever told a man;
what to say to a woman.


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Above the Broad

Jean Claude was staring at me Hmmm
from the balcony. Oggling all he could
peeking at the girls; posing with aplomb.
He raised an eyebrow. I thought, should
I raised the anti, laughed, jiggled some
and got a rise, I well understood
Jean Claude was staring at me Hmmm.


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Is Femininity Still a Weakness

no body takes a second look at a girl who wears pants daily
 but the moment a man wears a dress in public it is booming around social media everywhere 

women who wear mens' cloths are making a point
 they are strong independent women they believe they are equal
 they are not afraid to say that not having a penis
 does not make them any lesser of a person

 but a man who wears a dress 
is frowned at a spit on he is pussy a faggot, he is gay or stupid
 or just trying to be funny

 as a feminist who wears manly cloths to express a point 
you are a feminist who is afraid to express femininity
 as a man who wears a dress to express himself or make a point
 you are a man who is so manly man man you are not afraid to express femininity
 as if femininity is some sort of weakness
 and both of those people are still clinging to the idea that the cloths you wear some how sway your beliefs

 women who get offended at men wearing dress
 are women who get offended at men expressing femininity 
are women who are oppressing themselves

 boys, if you ant to wear a dress
 wear it proudly
 if you want to be pretty,
 be as pretty as you can be 
boys remember that wanting being yourself
 is no weakness 
women, if you want to be treated as equals
 do not act like men so that people will listen to you
 if you want to wear a dress
 wear it proudly if you want to be pretty,
 know that wanting to be pretty is not a weakness 
and remember that wanting to be what you are 
is not a weakness either


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The Look

When a man and woman get married
A new language will unfold
The man knows not to question why
Just do what he is told

She never has to say a word
Men will see it in that glare
It's the look that men never speak about
The "You better not do that" stare

You know the one I speaking of
Like when a woman on the street passes by
And if she catches you sneaking a peek
You'll get that evil eye

Or when you say something stupid
And your wife starts shaking her head
You know the look I'm talking about
That one that says, "You're dead"

Or when you're at her mother's
You better not say a word
You know her eyes are watching you 
Even though she's never heard

It doesn't need any definition
Cause men know what it means
It's the look than causes your heart to stop
And can even rupture their spleens

So when you learn this language
Your words will surely die
The look she'll give will be enough 
To even make a grown man cry


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Maracas Bounce And Men Will Pounce

You can shake them and they bounce
Heavy or light, pounds or ounce
Men will always stop and stare
Sometimes even women glare
At these fascinating features
On heavenly lovely creatures
Being held up by a holder
That will go around your shoulder
Or they can be out and free
Causing much insanity
Itty bitty or full size
They'll always be a surprise
Different shapes on everyone
Always causing lots of fun
If your young they're high and firm
But getting older they will turn
To softness and start to sag
On the ground where they will drag
So get as much enjoyment that
You can before they get a flat
Shake those maracas while they are
Still pointy just like a star


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Before you say I DO


Don’t wait for Mr. Right

Before you say “I do”
Be the Mrs. Right, don't wait for Mr. Right  
Think deeply and search through your heart
if you're the type of woman who can manage her home
if you're the type of woman who can handle her man’s emotion
if you're are not that type of lady who thinks marriage is 
Only for child bearing and for a kitchen-house wife

Hope you are not the kind of lady who has no vision 
For the kind of man she wanted and lack wisdom on how to treat men
Hope you are not the kind of lady who desire to use men as hand-bag
And forget that they may in-turn use her as a punching bag

Hope you are not the nagging type of a woman
Who her husband prefers outdoor activity than sitting by her
Or the one her husband prefer to see empty bottles than seeing her face
talk-less of listen to her ungrateful wish
Who only complain about what her husband did not do
But fail to commend on what he had done when she least expected
Who compare her husband with the neighbor’s man?
And who always compete with her man in different regard

Hope you are not the unfaithful and faithless of all women
Who is unstable in her matrimonial home
Who is not ready to stand in when things are tough and rough?
Hope you are not the kind of lady who is addicted to party
And will abandon her spouse and children at home without trace

Hope you are not that lady who snub men that come her way
Instead of listen to their talk, she is busy thinking about their purse
Hope you are not that kind of lady who her thought is in what she can get
From every men and not in what she could give to each man who are in need
And you are not that lady who snub men she think are not well-to-do
And you are not that kind of a woman who her greed for pleasure
Allows her date only those well-to-do men because of her belly

Hope you are not that kind of lady who looks down on potential men
Who make jest of men struggling on their path to rise to prominence?
Or that kind of lady who is not prepared to assist her man when there is need
But in vain waiting for those she thinks are rich and loaded with money
And you are not that type of girl who is waiting for the ready made men
Those that have built their empire without the help of any woman
But need a woman as a house wife and not a career woman.

So before you say i do
Make sure you are the Mrs. Right 
And be aware of your flaws
And don't expect any Mr. Perfect
Since he’ll not come by anyway
So think deeply before you say Yes I do


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The rest

Usually the best 
is among the rest.

Volodymyr Knyr 
2014


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Women

 Women are fragile and strong at the same time.

Women give life everyday and raise it with all the love it with all thier might.

Women are fragile you should not every hurt hurt one because when you hurt one of us you better be prepared to fight all of us.

Do not underestimate women because they are stronger than men can be left bruised 

 not a dime to their name and have babies to fed and the very next day they get up to 

look for work hustling to bring home the money to buy food and clothes for them and 

her children and does not even break a sweat as she pays the bills suriving from one 

day to the next keeping her head up high do not mess with women they are both 

fragile and stronge they can feel pain but be strong enough to wipe away the tears and 

get back to business the very same day.

Women are both fragile and strone and that is how we will survive through anything that comes at us and teach the next generation of women to do the same.


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On how to slacken men's pace

A lady slackens men's pace 
by only a pretty face.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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What's My Type

What's my type? Now there's a good question that 
I'm sure a lot of women wanna know so, let's 
get right into it. I'm a man of God seeking 
companionship so, I like to take it slow. ya know 
everyone has there story to tell and mines... 
no need to go into details but when you 
get something or someone for wholesale 
don't sell it retail....If you're a woman that's
as hard as nails please pass me by...I'm 
old school as far as love so I'm highly attracted
to feminine women who dress nice classy
attire, passionate, sensual, good communication
and someone who hates liars. A woman who's 
virtuous in God's eyes on fire for him that woman 
who's sanctified because she loves righteousness
and hates sin this woman has to be mindful that
it's best to wait to we're married because we 
know it hurts God when we fornicate unto him
what's my type?

The "wifey type" to me is some relationship title for worldly
people but me...I see beyond that peep hole
I'm a king so in the kingdom that I stand for
I desire my mesmerizing queen
I'm in need of a woman who loves to kiss 
not pressed over me but is in need of what I 
have to offer like her this love I got is her next fix
I'm a fan of women that know how to dress 
a woman who looks at me 
with such promise because all her life I've 
been exactly what she's been wanting to feel
and that's real, and If you're one 
who don't know the difference between black people...
black males in particular and niggas....pass me by I'm not
your type of guy, but the question remains
what's my type?

My type isn't physical features but If you have to change
your lifestyle for me get away from me yeah I beseech ya
I'm on fire for God naw better yet I'm full blown ether
and If you're this woman "spiritually" we might not 
be right for a relationship but hey you're a friend 
of God so yeah I wanna met ya. I need a woman
who loves to express herself down to earth 
honesty & trust is the key and I'm the door If you're...
seeking knowledge wisdom & understanding I might
be what you're looking for, I'm a gentlemen in 
every sense of the word whether you hate it or love it
I don't really call this "my type" of woman 
because she's mine I'm hers she has a place for
me right in her left bosom so....forget my type
because that is her whom which I was promised 
so let it come to pass....what's in the dark always come to light


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ULTIMATE WONDER OF THE WORLD

 

Bare breasted brunette
Posing in itself
So sensual
So erotic!

The half dressed gown
Covering
Just her intimate organ
So seductive
So voluptuous
Extremely canal
So much added anticipation!

Hidden fantasies
Extremely wanted
The suspense
The adventure
The seduction!

Plated food not wanted
Preparation is needed
Manipulating the dish
Consuming it slowly and with pride!

Without expectancy
Is loss of excitement
Trepidation is needed
With uneasiness.

A lady with beauty possesses
So much exquisiteness
So elusive the shape of the breast
So splendour the waist
So sturdy the thighs.

A lady
The ultimate wonder of the world
And mine!



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A Cheating Farther

My farther could not fulfill a father’s duty 
My farther could only fulfill his own pleasures 
.Women
.Sex 
.Alcohol
 
He couldn't love us the way he loved them
Coming home early hours in the morning
Mother goes silent   whenever he was around 
Wiping away her tears with her soft hands If he ever spoke 
Pretending she has something in her eye 

My farther only loved us 
Well pretended to love us 
Only when he had alcohol
All the other times 
It was those cheap women

Punching 
Kicking 
Abusing our poor mother 
In front of our innocent eyes 

He always used to say I'm going to change
The only change he did was sleeping a different women
He just couldnt live without 
It never accure to him he had a wife and children

A tender age of 6 all this was going on 
I was shocked
Ashamyed 
Embrassed 
It was like someone cast an evil eye on our family
I could'nt talk to anyone 
At home
At school
Or even a family member

I use to always wrote strorys of a farther and son having such a great bond
I always wished those story's were true.


It was like  more my dad went with other women 
The more abuse she received
The more my mother wanted to please him
My mother was a woman from India 
A women from the Asian community
If anyone found out about farther it would be bestay(shameful)

My mother never had a voice to say I’m leaving 
The voice she had was silent 
21 years they've been married 
Years of betrayal made by my farther 
Days and nights of abuse 
The family gathering lying on how much work he does
Moaning how his wife is so lazy
Moaning on how  much we annoy him
Going on and on how great he is.

He couldent bar ethe thought of us leaving 
His family name would be known for scum
But was was the use leaving him 
He was jst going to pick up move away and cheat on another woman 
This is the way I lived with a cheating farther....

Copyright (c)
Jay Singh Thapar

Jay Thapar


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This is the Day She Turns 30

This is the Day She Turns 30
by Lori Maria Walton

This is the day
when she turns thirty
but it is just a day
that nature, in its eternal flow,
acknowledges with a smile at
human constructs,
which are all caged.

This is the day
when she turns thirty,
receives roses, plays with daisies,
hums a secret love song,
gliding with steady wings
in the conference of the birds,
who are all free.

This is the day, 
when the mirror looks into a blue, shining ocean 
of spectacular eyes and sees
beauty, magic and elegance
making love on the seabed
which is translucent

She rises from the daisies
far above the day
and becomes timeless
she surfs with the minerals under an absolute sky
I see her and I see her beaming
behind a veil of joy


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Women

 Women are fragile and strong at the same time.

Women give life everyday and raise it with all the love it with all thier might.

Women are fragile you should not every hurt hurt one because when you hurt one of us you better be prepared to fight all of us.

Do not underestimate women because they are stronger than men can be left bruised 

 not a dime to their name and have babies to fed and the very next day they get up to 

look for work hustling to bring home the money to buy food and clothes for them and 

her children and does not even break a sweat as she pays the bills suriving from one 

day to the next keeping her head up high do not mess with women they are both 

fragile and stronge they can feel pain but be strong enough to wipe away the tears and 

get back to business the very same day.

Women are both fragile and strone and that is how we will survive through anything that comes at us and teach the next generation of women to do the same.


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Kelsuke de Eichmann

Kelsuke de Eichmann was a man of little yet complex words.
He used the word translucent instead of the phrase see-through.
One thing he knew how to do well was break a heart:(
He would see a flaw in a woman and just turn away.

If her beauty was overshadowed her brains he would walk away and never come back.
"When," he thought " when will I find this perfect woman? I have dated the young. I have
dated the old, I have traveled alone.
I have hung out with women from the far East to the far West.
I have suffered frost bites for the women of the far North & the same goes for those of
the far South."

He tried to create a woman from copper the next day and called it Stacy but we know it as
the Statue of Liberty.
He thought it looked perfect until he saw a red dot on her face.
He thought it was a pimple but it was actually a bomb!
He did what he always did when he saw a flaw in a woman, he turned, picked up his heavy
rain coat, and started to walk.
But he felt something against his heavy,gigantic, sticky rain coat. He looked and there it
was the red dot that was on Stacy! With his strong arms he hurled the coat towards Hawaii!
It hit Pearl Harbor and blamed the Japanese because they just happened to be passing by.


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Virago

Oh Virago, I wish thee were a Virgo
but thou snaps thy gaping jaws
Waving Cancer's claws
Thy most tenacious tongue
I come undone
No longer a shy fellow
For Thy lashings driven me yellow
Dear Virago, common courtesy
quakes
Thy curtsy shakes
Slowly I wane
Oh, most sublime pain
Supreme leisure
Am I to be the benefactor of
thine pleasure?
Thy pink lips have tinted mine blue
Most noble Virago, sainted shrew


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virago- I came across this old term when I was reading old short stories. :D basially means shrew.


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shopping

Shopping


Will see in every shopping mall
Men waiting out side clothing store
Because their wife or girl friend
Goes in to shop some more

Women will try on every pair of shoes
Before they find the right one
And when they come outside
They still say they didn’t get none

 A man wants to get out the mall
As soon as he gets in
He will just pick up his items
You bet everyone will be fitting

A woman have to call she friends
Because a blouse is on half price
And have Hannah come to the mall
Because the colors looking nice

Home after a shopping expedition
Now her heels starts burning
But she don’t like nothing she buys
The next day it will be returning

When it comes to shopping
A woman has super powers
She will buy out the whole mall
And still wants her bf to give her flowers

Women all over the world
Are the same where ever you go
You should see how Amanda smiles
When she shopping in San Fernando

And don’t talk about Suzy
Well now the shopping start 
She will spend whole day in store
and only leave when it gets dark

And to buy a post card
women Will read a hundred times
Then walk away and come back
Before they make up their mind

A man will pick up a post card
While in seven eleven
And when she reads it
She thinks he’s from heaven

Women likes to wear make up
For some it gives confidence
Then some just like to wear it
To get a lot of compliments

But that’s what makes women beautiful
And we don’t want them to stop
So to all you women we say
Go and shop till you drop



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Strong

The things in my life seem nothing more than a complex structure that I can no longer mold
or control.
 I am a strong black woman in a world full of deception and criticism.
 I am a strong black woman who cannot help to be independent, to have pride in myself.
 I am a strong black woman who can understand the problems that we must face and overcome
to reach success. 
The fact that I am all these things never ceases to amaze me but amazes others. 
Amaze the ones  who look down on me not because I possess all these qualities but because
I am black and a  women in corporate America that I can stand on my own two feet  and let
my opinions be heard.  
Time have change this is no longer the 17th century where women must be seen but not heard. 
This is no longer the 19th century where blacks must work on plantation and obey there
masters and be suppress from obtain any knowledge about the world.
 I am a strong black women and I will fight to overcome all the barriers that surround not
only me but also other black women who feel suppress. 
Fight to overcome the hatred, racism and male dominance that are placed not only in the
minds of adults but children that they cannot succeed unless they are a certain color or
gender. 
I will fight for all those who can no longer fight for themselves.
 As I unite the weak and make them strong with these powerful words of wisdom.
 Words that they shall never forget “Strength lies within you and you must find the
courage to override all these hateful remarks to overcome your fears.”
 Words that have made an impact in my life when I felt I was not strong enough. 
I am a strong black women and I will conquer every challenge that passes by to take
control of my life.


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AMERICA

this is our country tis of thee' were people are alike yet divided into groups.we ahve the poor 
the middle class the rich and the non existed.who is AMERICA.we are the homeless man 
under a bridge covered with newspapers.we are the prostitute on the corner turning a trick 
for a hit.we are the police man who got shot trying to arrest a murder.yet we are the murder 
who lost his mind and killed his whole family.we are the children in the schoolyard running all 
around yet we are also the bully in the hallway pushing young kids around.
we are the man on the corner slinging his drugs all day to the people who fall victom to this 
evil everyday.we are the nurses in the hospital who help the doctors save our lives yet we 
are the doctors who give a pill to a dying soul to end their suffering.we are the pimps on the 
corner who sell their woman for a price yet we are the men and women who pay for sex 
disregarding our on morals.
we are the men and woman fighting over seas dying everyday to protect this land of liberty 
home of the free.we are the people who build the bombs that take lives away yet we are the 
judges who took the oath to put them away.we are the men and women who sit on the jury 
to decide someones fate yet we are the ones who make the choice to take their freedom 
away.
who are we?we are AMERICA!


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"A Woman Eyes " by Joseph Goodwill

If you take a moment to look deep inside a woman's eyes you can see the 
window to her soul. You can see her joy and her pain; her hopes and her 
dreams.  She may never say a word but her eyes can tell a whole story.  I know 
because I have had the pleasure to know many beautiful and wonderful women 
in my life.  But 6 women changed my life along with Christ.  They were my 
mother, my grandmother, my two aunts, my cousin's wife, and my beautiful wife.  
When I look into their eyes I saw where I came from, where I am now and where I 
am headed.  The man I have become I owe to God.  The way I treat a woman I 
owe to my mother.  A woman is a daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife, and that is 
just for starters.  You can find her at church, you can find her in the community, 
you can find her being a nurse to a child's wounds, and you can find her being a 
rock to her husband when the world is knocking him down.  And after all of that 
she is still a woman in every sense of the word.  I know man is the head of the 
house and God is its foundation but a woman is its CEO;  Chief Everything 
Officer.  My mother is no longer here on earth with me but if I want to see what 
she stood for all I have to do is look into a woman's eyes.  I don't only want to say 
thank you to the women who changed my life but thank you to all women for with 
God and you everything is possible.


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Uglier than sin

(This is a fictional poem)

Every woman changes after we go on a date.
They become lesbians when they were previously straight.
I'm not popular with women because good looks is what I lack.
I'm getting tired of looking at mirrors because they always crack.

One woman screamed and lost bladder control when I kissed her.
Maybe the reason why I'm so ugly is because my parents are brother and sister.
I only go on blind dates and women never like what they see.
They find it more appealing to date each other than to date me.


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Difference Iz Vol. 2

I guess to me vol. 1 just wasn't enough
so I guess it's time I refill this lyrical cup
the difference is I gotta explain how different I really am
the depths of a real nigga has just began
concerning this world I guess it don't amaze me
how men & women use each other is far from crazy
but maybe I just reached my spiritual peak
like I told yall love is what I continue to seek
most men can't seem to look a woman 
expect by the way her body looks
I guess the difference is I'm on a different page
matter fact a whole nother book
difference is I'm talking to women to see where there heart is
I could careless how many baby fathers you got & how many kids
I'm on a mission just to talk to women because I respect their convo
it sometimes amazes me how a man could make a woman feel so low
but thats the world its lost and don't wanna be found
so if anyone hears God's voice they recognize this heavenly sound
difference is I'm on a love search yeah It might hurt
but one thing I realized is you gotta put God 1st
difference is I'd take a woman with a good heart gladly 
for the simple fact I know with this woman 
I'd be eternally happy


Details | I do not know? | |

Jesus was the greatest man who ever lived

Jesus was the greatest man who ever lived.
He loved to show kindness and he loved to forgive.
He resurrected the dead and made the blind see.
A couple of men wanted to stone a woman who committed adultery.
Jesus said that the person who had never sinned could throw the first stone.
When Jesus looked up, he saw that the men had left him and the woman alone.
Jesus loves us, that's why he died for our sins.
When the second coming arrives, he'll return to Earth again.


Details | Lyric | |

women flaws

ladies
dont forget how amazing you are...
some women tend to forget
you have alot to offer to life itself...

oh ladies
dont forget how amazing you are...
some women tend to forget
they have alot to offer to life itself...

oooh

women are the greatest gift to life
im tellin you once-im not tellin you twice
ladies are the hearts of the earth
ladies dont forget how much
you worth...

the heart of a woman keeps the world turning
the strenght of a woman is so dam amazing
you (you) all you men dont see
hardships and burdens women baring

ladies dont forget this one thang
you worth more than anything

ladies 
dont forget how amazing you are...
some women tend to forget
you have alot to offer to life itself...

oh ladies
dont forget how amazing you are...
some women tend to forget
you have alot to offer to life itself...