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WOMEN ARE EVIL - men ARE stupid
Women are evil, men are stupid
when it comes to affairs of the heart, the arrow of cupid
It's sometimes a game that a broken love plays
so clever these women creating such disarray
Men go in like idiots, hook line and sinker
not seeing clearly hidden by blinkers
whilst being ridden, women take men for a ride
there is almost always something sinister lurking inside
To manipulate, all they do is spread legs,for in truth men are just dumb ****s
all they think of is shooting their muck
so to summarize the last statement so easy to control
such a fixation men have on that sweet juicy hole
A nine month period a baby after this
a time when women can truly take the piss
i know men can be such bastards but in short women have the evil last laugh
they will hurt you so easily with there vengeful wrath
From restrictions on kids, to doing your best mate
as i said, just opening legs men just take the bait
yes there are enlightened ones like myself, who recognize this
still with my kid a women controls me and takes the piss
Men are from Mars, women are from Venus
wouldn't it be funny if i was a women with a *****
just to clarify so you understand
i could have an evil intention coupled with a stupid plan
If i had the mind, genetics and equipment equal from each sex
i could get ****ed,**** also cry from cruel texts
i could start a campaign to change how both parties can be
i'd be the one to set both men and women free
Okay there would still in the future be a few underground freaks
would have the evil, stupid thing going on, not taking in my speech
but it's just my thoughts, this will obviously never be
one can only dream, loose oneself in a fantasy
For those who hear my words, take in all that i write
men will always be stupid they will never see the light
so women can continue being evil playing their evil game
today, tomorrow, the future will always be the same
For while women have a pussy, a sweet juicy hole
that will always be the ticket to gain easy control
its like dangling a carrot on a string in front of a donkey
they are the organ grinders we are the monkeys
Men are dominant and strong, women are subservient and weak
whosoever made this bold and silly statement, let the ****ers speak
men are stupid, women are evil and clever
to be honest i see no change, it will be this way forever
Poem by Paul Powell 20/06/08
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
Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet, Constance too
and Lena "Lolita" Townsend just to name a few.
There's also Linda "Sweetheart" Marie
and the ever so sweet Audrey Carey.
Colleen Bono, how great are you?
Carol Brown & Loopylu Loopylu,
Charmaine Chircop, Dane Ann Smith-Johnson and Doris Culverhouse too.
What a passionate love affair I have had with all of you.
Carrie Richards, Simone Segal, Deborah Guzzi,
Bathsheba Bathsheba, Ashley Rapanut, Brittany Larson and Faleshia Murphy.
Susan Palli, Jessica Arteaga, Diane Christian, Caroline Cecile Paczynski,
Ann Rich, Mercedes Jordan, Kimberly Hilliker and Catie Lindsey.
Audrey Rollins, Joanna Smith, Patricia Adams, Karen O'Leary,
Janette Fisher, Madeleine McLaughlin, Nicole Sharon Brown and Carey Sakolowski.
Amanda Governale, Nicole King, Rhoda Galgiani, Laura McKenzie,
Bernadette Ignaciuk, Amanda Governale, Izzy Gumbo and Judy Riley.
Sue Mason, Pamela Griffiths, Karen Dominick, Donna Golden, Iolanda Scripca & Royal Royally.
I've even made love to that vile Sylvia, aka Stephanie.
Am I forgetting anybody? I don't really know.
Oh yes, one more comes to mind. Nikko Palmario
So many Great women to make love to here at the soup
and so many many more that theKidster must get to.
I've had a sweet romanticism reading all your poetic words.
Some of the most beautiful verses I've ever read or heard.
BILLYTheKidster wants to thank all of you
for this passionate cerebral love affair with all of you.
There's more Great Woman here at the soup
that theKidster can't wait to make love also too.
This Soup Laundry List Will Just Have
...To Be Continued.
PS: Adeleke Adeite, since this contest is sponsored by you
I guess it wouldn't hurt to say that I've made love to you too
here @ the soup, and enjoyed it too.
(Hey, there isn't anything wrong with Poetic Male Affection, even Poetic Genderless Affection)
I better stop sucking up. I suck at it.
When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what they do to a man
when they play with his emotions,
lead him on,
take advantage of him.
They don't know what they do to an innocent man
looking for love.
They break his heart that is full of love,
they stab him in the back
when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment
they laugh at him, and tease him,
Do they know what they do to a man?
They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips,
they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart.
They drive a man to his bed,
with tears running down his face
and force him to dream of nightmares.
When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is that saddest thing to see.
Goodnight and sweet dreams...
It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets
to create a heavenly perfume
some time around bloom time
excess pruned down by a third and hung.
We see a bit of the hanging God then
in the silky down of lavender, thyme
offer homage of pressed violets,
golden suns of marigold as tune of awe.
The mincing of the mints is heavenly
as candy, sharp peppermint, mellow lemon balm,
the bedding down of chamomile, poppy maw,
the spiral sweets and gingered leaves of geranium
shavings of orris root, too many iris anyway
so free them all and set the scent create a smelly sum.
Add carnation stars, sticky sweet hollows of fennel
to tell the men, here is where the women live
won’t you remember your marjoram, your rosemary
with the pots on to boil, or laying head on crisp sheets and sigh.
It all takes planning, to decorate, alleviate, scent
create the corners of a life. Let’s go set the herbs.
Then breathe in the heavenly scent of potpourri lent
as offering, homage to all the plenty wonder of our lives.
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
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
As I sort through the loss,
in the shadows of the clouds I am under.
Blinded by the lightning,
deafened by the thunder.
I miss your soft whispers,
which cause me to cry.
Into the pillows where I lie,
in my sweet dreams.
When I think of my sorrow,
at a world of despair.
A depression that keeps me yearning,
for you to even care.
That the radiance of your light,
reflects of the tears I cry.
I run to the lies,
of my sweet dreams.
Bewildered and afraid,
I can't stand the loss.
The pain that's pushing me,
towards a line I can't cross.
I know all heavens aware,
your loves not there.
So I run to lie.
closing my eyes to the lies of my sweet sweet dreams.