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A granny I might be

A granny I might be

A granny I might be
But I can always see
My hair is growing grey
My shape is quite okay

I still love my fashion
I guess it’s still my passion
I always look quite smart and dressy
And very rarely I look messy.

I’m older, but I'm still a lassie
Sometimes me, I do look classy
I would not change a single day
Not ever, not in any way.

How the years they will turn out
Well who knows, I’ll wait that out.

Vera Duggan 13 September 2014


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Fairytale

There once was a man who lived in a castle,
Who longed for a girl so he could love her.
He searched far and wide, from Prague to Yorkshire,
But he found no such a dazzling damsel.
He dreamed of a woman of so special:
Kind and sweet and graceful and beautiful...
The type of woman not concerned with Wealth.

And he would rescue her from some reptile
Both great and horrid, a nightmare made real.
Like Tarzan saving Jane from a crocadile.
They'd kiss and their wedding would be ideal,
Full of flowers, jewels, and high style.
But it was just a dream, completely unreal.


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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


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Seeking Companionship

Desperately seeking companionship
Julie booked a cruise on a ship.
She met a very strange man there
with a beer belly and receding hair.

She ate the food and drank the drink;
the plumbing backed up, the whole ship began to stink.
For a solid week they were stranded there
with everyone running around in dirty underwear.

Finally the Coast Guard came and rescued them,
gave them cool fresh water and fed them spam.
Julie was glad to get back home but was sad she had no fun;
she contemplated her plight in life and decided to become a nun.

Julie knew that in a nunnery she would have no fun while there;
by this point she really didn’t care, at least she’d have clean underwear.


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REAL LOVE

Symphony is playing softly in the background.
He seems to be out more now.
He calls me regularly telling me his whereabouts.
Then he comes home after his workout.
Our relationship is on the up and up.
The heights we reach states we are a perfect couple.
     Our talk about the day brings a closeness.
     As the clock chimes late, we both sigh for a mental release.
We find each night of intimacy to be quite fulfilling.
This time we have together, we cherish.
Our wedding vows were written by each.
We rejoice.
We both play our part.
Our happiness is based on love and trust.
_____________________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 28, 2014!


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More Than Just Words: Repost

                                        I'm tired of you becoming just words,
                                         On every page when I write at night.
                                           I saw you as a pretty face at first;
                                         I wouldn't mind if my ink pen dried.

                                       I say it because you're a human being;
                                           These situations are not my type.
                                       I want "I love you" to mean something,
                                             And you stay right by my side.

                                              Honestly, when I write poetry,
                              The feeling is unconfirmed, undecided, undefined.
                                               You are worth more to me
                                     Than words written down on every line.

                                          I'd prefer to have you in my arms;
                                        Paper and pen will not tear us apart.


                                                

                                                   ©2013 Honestly JT
                               For P.D.' s "Any Poem Goes #6" Poetry Contest


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Girl with the mystery eyes

What lies behind those mysterious black eyes?
What happened to our paths why did they become tied?
Nobody spoke to you, why were you alone?
After seeing you smile my heart has fondly grown.
In the middle of nowhere you're from my home town?
This cannot be real I realise with a frown.
Maybe it's time to put these mushrooms down.


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'Which is better--To love or not to love--'

Which is better? To love or not to love
(a woman)? To love--and love well--is good
so long they who love love without falsehood
and count the other as their heart's pet dove.
To befriend (her) is better; never shove
a lady-friend into a lover, should 
her virtuous friendship and womanhood 
belie an injury that rob her love. 
However, to love God is best. Not I,
but the claims of this life--O Destiny!--
make it so that men like us must decry
love, and sin, for a life of poverty.
     Although, if God wills it, love will find me
     in heaven's field,--in heaven's golden lea!



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Warrior Princess Returns

I ride the wind on passion’s mighty steed
A Warrior Princess filled with hungry eyes
I take what pleases and I fill my need
My mane is raven black; see how it flies

I know desire’s lusty craving flame
And beauty is the weapon of my choice
I take as captive him with mystic name
A sultry siren with seductress voice

My captive I lay down beneath the tree
I ravish him all night and get my thrill
He’s bound and helpless though he’s been set free
He longs to do my bidding and my will

I smile up at the stars and sigh with glee,
For Warrior Princess name befitting me

Eileen Manassian

Those of you who have been here for a while will remember the Warrior Princess title! It started when one of my students told me that I remind him of Xena, the Warrior Princess. I wrote a poem in that Persona and then another poet, Richard Lamoureux, wrote a poem honoring me. Here are the links for both poems for those of you interested in going back in time. Well...She rides again! I'm feeling invincible!


My Poem: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=487921

Richard's Poem:  http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=495978


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Ungodly Gorgeous

Ungodly Gorgeous
Written By: D. Collins 10/29/14
She’s so ungodly gorgeous she should be ashamed of herself.
Possessing so much dominant beauty over everyone else.
The air stands still when she walks into a room.
She gives a winter chill to hot days in June.
She is nature showing off with near perfect design.
An anomaly created only once in awhile.
She’s ungodly gorgeous with tantalizing traits.
The envy of all women and their persistent hate.
She doesn’t wear make-up. Her hair and nails are real.
Her pearly white smile really enhances her grill.
She has a body that took the form of an hour-glass.
And, a personality gleaming with unparalleled class.
All traffic stands still when she’s in a public place.
There is instant paralysis in seeing her lovely face.
She’s ungodly gorgeous compared to others I’ve seen.
Without doubt, she is the Goddess we see in our dreams.


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I have felt your hand

 I felt your hand between her hand and mine,
 Your breath I've tasted on these lips I kissed,
 A shadow falls amid the songs and wine,
 And I am desolate from all I've missed.
 For though the night is but for passions spent,
 Her breast upon my chest so softly lay
 And in the comforts of her charms and scent,
 I think of what I've lost from loves decay.
 Oh how I've tried to put you from my mind,
 To place our memories upon the pyre,
 But as the morning breaks I only find,
 The hunger for your touch and my desire.
 And in the dawning light when tears are shed
 I think of you my love and bow my head.


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To Break the Witch's Spell

   TO BREAK THE WITCH'S SPELL
Suffer you not the bidding of a witch
does not she call from out of dark and death
to put in you, from head to toe, her pitch
as pain you feel, unto your final breath?

To break the spell, one time be all alone,
shut in your closet door and close it tight,
denounce her spirit, make her logic known,
to be her dying day, and final flight.

Then pray she knows, as certain as she dies
in agony, for every sin she's done,
her death will be, from whence she never flies,
and  pays the price for what was once her fun.

One death she'll die, but through eternity
Unless her spell is cast away from thee.
 
Die *****!
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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Her Evil Work

There’s an old creaky mansion before me One with a sole light in the attic free With a red door in the extreme entrance One that’s filled with webs of a spider dance Under a full moon by an empty tree Stands a witch, owner of this house I see With black cats to fulfill a dark wild curse Light forms around her hands looking adverse Then a cat forms into a handsome man Full of evil, this being has a plan Fog encircles the two standing around As quick as a wink he disappears down Her goal is partly done, her evil work Is powerfully enhanced by this murk
Russell Sivey


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Using an Umbrella as a Cane

She walks with a limp, it’s not a fable She can’t walk normal, she’s just not able She will always move along in this way Her limp leaves her lame every single day She moves along with a closed umbrella Uses it as a brace, something extra She meanders along down the cold street She walks along with the cane near her feet Down the old street she walks into a shop Hearing each step as she moves with a flop After getting her things she moves along Walking back to her abode with a song No one sees her but no, she’s not insane Woman just walks with a limp and a cane
Russell Sivey


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My Friend's Woman

This little woman I cannot resist.
Each day, she looks so attractive to me.
She made it to number one on my list.
She is as beautiful as one can be.
How can a woman have so much beauty?
Believe me, that girl is the living end.
If you miss her, you are too blind to see.
The trouble is, she belongs to my friend.

I have a love note that I want to send.
How can I ever get her attention?
I want to stay on good terms with my friend.
Thinking of that causes apprehension.
A friend or a lover, what is worth more?
This is strange territory I explore.


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Women are always right

Furiously giving into a man
is the worse thing that a woman can do
when she knows she's right. He will think he can
get away with anything. Telling you
he's the boss and makes the rules from now on.
Last time I checked women had their own mind
thoughts and opinions. They don’t need, "I'm gone,
because your not my sweet old mama" kind
of speech. They need you to admit your wrong,
and tell them no matter how hard you try
that you will never be right. Sing a song
if you have to, just don’t make your girl cry.
Just remember that when you think your right,
your not. The woman always wins the fight.


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The woman I am

Some say I am a strong woman Some tell me I am a brave woman some think I should be more of a woman Some will tell you i'm a good woman While some think im not much of a woman. Or at all like any woman they ever knew, And that I could be so much more. But all I am is a woman All I am is my woman I am the woman I can be Not the one I should be, could be, would be Not so much more, too much like, or nearly so.


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MORNING ADVENTURE

(For Ukadike Chimma)
 
That day I was but walking on my path, full of self-confidence,

heading towards a purpose I had set from my residence.

My humble head bowed low, I pressed forward in a haste,

yet I was mindful lest I outrun my chance to court a waste.

Leaving behind the sights and all that my back had brought

to face what my way’d unveil, I prepared even to be fought.

Forcefully my head was raised, for something had beckoned—

it was an irresistibly pretty figure I saw or so I had reckoned.

I gave a pause, poised to find what the distance would unfold,

little foreseeing I would enjoy defeat from what I set to behold.

The more it advanced the lesser my endurance and my strength.

I trembled: it was the first adventure facing me from this length.

I am a young soldier though, at home, in a haste, I’d left my wit,

and now struck helpless by her soothing hit, I am no more fit.

Have mercy, spare me, for all my skills I have lost or unlearned,

or take a wink to look away while I address the desire I discerned.

If I am blessed to accomplish this task, I shall be more than glad;

but If I fall casualty to the defeat of the challenge, I shall be sad,

for I have never before retreated from a duet of this kind all in vain,

yet if I can use up all I have left, I shall not care to manage a gain.

Now she’s near so it’s time I waved her a stop to give my best,

since I’ve got two awesome things—this task and a school test.

To pass one and fail the other (or miss one) is going to mean a crime.

God, help me here with overwhelming words as my tongue I prime,

because I must not exhibit a repelling style or make a worse blunder

and be displeased with  my waning military spirit if we’re put asunder.

Do you understand I can’t make out why I stand under your charm,

because it always takes place the other way round without any harm?

The ethereal lure radiating from this unblemished skin equals the cost

of your doting parentage, the root you grew from that mustn’t be lost.

Now you grow, grow and grow, while skeptics marvel as you soar tall

from the root of this tree that you must garden and see it doesn’t fall.

If you can disorientate me in this manner while I forget to remember

what I’m capable of,  you deserve kudos from January to December.

Because of waywardness my tongue should give way to my clever pen

which is mightier than the sword and be the spokesman of wise men.

It adores the spotless teeth you flaunt as a sign of mildness and peace;

appreciates the dazzling light in your eyes that reduces one to a piece;

and promises to smear your plumb cheeks with  deserving delight

by ensuring that you beam with dimples like the stars in the night.


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eulogy for Marguerite

Maya met her Socrates
public examination of her life 
and writing down her hypotheses - 
female blackness a caged bird's life

singing often, singing she arrived
from uncivil lessons on civil rights
to stand-up straight and thrive
in beauty - with rhythm besides

Marguerite Johnson is dead
but Angelou will arise
to see life wondrous instead
with dark-brown soulful eyes

mourn not that her life is passed
celebrate that it was expressed

© goodguysoul 2014-05-28

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/still-i-rise
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0


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seduced

It is an action and a state of mind,
With you as the controller or controlled,
And with you having the power to find
A way to make the other feel consoled.
This action defines the sexy battle
That a man is capable of doing,
Causing a woman to become rattled,
Because she got some pleasure while viewing.
This action, that make's a woman's heart swell
Causing her will power to take a test,
Is something that a man does very well,
But is something that a woman does best.
       Your will submits to total destruction,
       When you live in a state of seduction.


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I love me Black woman

I love me black woman 
whom God created from the sand
the black woman that I adore 
she has my eyes allure 
she's my first virgin born and pure
I bade in her wisdom, power, acceptance and I am sure
She's definitely the one 
that has given me a special son.
I love me black woman with vision
she's ahead with an incredible mission.
i love me black woman with passion 
the quality of her blossom that I cannot ignore
in my mind she has never been bored.
I love me black woman from the very top of her head toward her bottom feet.
I love me black woman all the time 
wouldn't dare trade her for a dime. 
I would have write the more ,but there wouldn't be space 
to describe how much a black woman worth.
She's the mother of all earth 
given a gift with an unbelievable birth.
Who wouldn't love a black woman 
in such case is ignant.
to abuse a black woman, I dare not 
She's my black woman beautiful within and out
she's all that I 'm bout
a black woman a red rose to be 
I can't help myself but see
that a black woman is all that
Precious, fragile and magnificently phat
I love me black woman. 


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THE UNREPENTANT VIRAGO

THE UNREPENTANT VIRAGO


Named for a man, my treason’s not my own
My tantalising tales tame his temerity
As I cling to the cliff-hanger 
Of my own biopic, my to-be-tested verity
He claims I am inevitable as the ocean
And my head will roll, be beached upon the sand
And he will come and take me by the hand.

I will scream loudly history’s muffling cry
Show female slavery, oppression till he wonders why
The goddess in him was quenched, and died of thirst
He thinks then that I will be the first
To bandage up his Achilles heel with Elastoplast!

Published, I’ m not damned, but live with gumption
I’m here to fix his arrogant presumption.

By Rosemarie Rowley


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THE AMAZON MEETS THE GREEKS

THE AMAZON MEETS THE GREEKS

When life was thick with possibility,
Before the written word and the weighing scales,
Your definitions held too much probity
In the rich seamless embroidery of our tales.

Our vanished mystery, which your history sealed
Up in the libraries of the planet’s scar.
So what way to better wield a shield?
You men just skirt the theory of war!

Words became deeds – there were forests to lop!
Hard iron entered body and soul
I cherished my child  as a cosmic tear-drop
Bound to osmosis in the ocean’s roll,

And took the sword, and chopped my source and dower
Because you underestimated female power.


(c) Rosemarie Rowley


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Woman

Curtal Sonnet Sequence

A woman should be gentle, always kind
Yet he held her down to rape her again
Removing the smile that once seemed to glow
The joy of love had long since left behind
A fragile doll that knew only of pain
Who couldn’t see a way or place to go
At his hands her body crumbled to dust;
Inside her voice was calling, soft and low 
It kept her mind from going past insane
And she knew she could and she knew she must
Say No!

They say the battle is won; we can rest
The girls of tomorrow have greater clout
They’ll live their lives in freedom’s liberty.
We can do no more, we have done our best
The flags of pride have been slowly rolled out
So they can love with true equality.
But while one woman remains hurt, abused
We must all remain strong not turnabout
No woman should be left to man’s slav’ry
We must not let her be tortured and used
Shout out!
Inside a woman beats a goddess heart
A hidden voice that often calls aloud
But we only hear her when we need her most
And she holds us when our lives fall apart
Or if we choose to walk against the crowd
The presence we feel when all else is lost.
And as we nurture our own children through
To fly as freely as a summer cloud
She nurtures us the same at greater cost
So in all we say and all things we do
Be proud!