Gershon Wolf Poet Ballad

A Lady's Man

Tall and tan, velvet skin aglow
   His smile, a film star's photo
Sure of himself, he walked with a swagger
   A lady's man, his smooth tongue a dagger

Talented too, a budding young artist
   Painting portraits, positively the tartest  
Portrayals of la forma femme you ever did see
   A lady's man, footloose and carefree

He'd ply them with wine, lure them with words
   inviting them to his studio with clichés so absurd 
But they fell for him hard, he played the game well
   as he dragged them to bed for a night of lovemaking in Hell... 

They awakened the next morning to an empty bed
   Their fast-talking artist had conned them and fled
A lady's man to the end, footloose and carefree
   His life ever-lonelier, an empty sex-spree

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Jennifer Proxenos August 3, 2019 at 1:59 AM You describe them so well - God's gift to women kind, they think! There are some around, and they need their just deserves which I am sure not surprisingly, one day in their poor miserable existence, they will get! There are women like that also! Great write, well penned. Hugs, Jennifer. Gershon Wolf August 3, 2019 at 10:19 PM Intriguing comment, Jennifer. I kind of forgot that there are women like this too. I recall some now, in my distant, foggy past. Thanks for the comment! :) gw

Caren Krutsinger August 1, 2019 at 6:47 PM He sounds like the loveliest artist ever. HA! I am so hoping he is fictional! Gershon Wolf August 1, 2019 at 8:18 PM This is, for better or worse, a portrait of an actual artist as a young man. ~ gw

Lindsay Laurie July 30, 2019 at 11:18 PM Hello Gershon … practically all these indulging people end up lonely, sad, and confused, but can't understand why. Good looks don't last forever - thank you Gershon - Lindsay Gershon Wolf July 31, 2019 at 1:07 PM So true, Lindsay. Those good looks do fade, and then what?! Thank you for the perceptive comment and the support, my friend. Best wishes, Gershon

Kim Rodrigues July 30, 2019 at 8:41 PM Yikes! How it goes: inviting them to his studio with clichés so absurd / But they fell for him hard, he played the game well...nicely done Kim Rodrigues July 30, 2019 at 9:07 PM I know it’s not how you behave. Your heart comes through in your poetry.<3 Kim Gershon Wolf July 30, 2019 at 8:58 PM Thanks. (Btw. This is SO not me!!!!). …. This is based on a fellow I actually knew pretty well. He repulsed me with the way he treated women, but he sure knew his art. :) gw

CayCay Godwin July 30, 2019 at 6:22 PM First, I am intrigued that as a man you stepped into the emotions of a woman used but I have always thought feelings of betrayal are the same for all people and apparently you do, too, which, to me, shows how evolved you are. Kudos there. My teasing thought was oh, is this about his own youth - ha! A cautionary tale for sure that has the whole package of rhyme, flow and interest. It is the 'empty' part that many don't get - so glad you ended with that truth. Write on ... CayCay Gershon Wolf July 30, 2019 at 7:42 PM Wow. Your comment really nails everything, CayCay, esp. that it IS a recollection of a fellow I knew in my early 20's. I knew this fellow very well, and I saw how he used women, and how bitter they were about it... And he kept getting away with it. Thank you for you in-depth analysis. Best wishes, gw