Anne-Lise Andresen Poet Free verse

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- It's Not About Love -

To the one who searches for
                           any available pleasure here and now
                                 She makes herself available
                               even if the brothels had to close
             
                                                    ~

                       The wages were usually enough for a living
                                she does not neglect the church
                                - the hymnal was on the dresser
                   places where sexuality is expressed, without taboo
                                       Power and submission
                                          The female body _
                                   an object of masculine desire

                                       A crack of self-loathing
                                          camouflaged well
                                      The despair and the fear
                                           by threat or risk
                                           
                                                     ~

                                     When the brothel is closed
                                the women ends up on the street
                           Violence against prostitutes is increasing
                                     they become defenseless
                                         Body will always sell
                                              Prostitution _
                                   is the world's oldest profession,
                                   and it will never crumble away

                            The window of the soul is misted by tears
                            Although things do not changes for a tear







                                               16/02/2021
                                        Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
                                 Copyright © All Rights Reserved

                            They Closed The Brothel Poetry Contest
                              Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann 
                                        6th place in the contest

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Indiana Shaw August 18, 2021 at 6:45 AM Pushing prostitution onto the streets was never a good idea for the safety of the ladies in question, it exists, learn to respect it, these ladies put their lives at risk for all, the men who take their souls, and the women there after who accept their stolen souls when the man comes home who are lucky not to have to live those ladies lives, love your heart of the matter write Anne-lise, well done . . . : )

Brian Sambourne March 5, 2021 at 7:06 PM A powerful, thought provoking write. Such accurate observations when women are viewed as commodities as you note so well. Best wishes + congratulations, Brian

Mystic Rose Rose March 5, 2021 at 5:50 PM Sounds like she had a tough life, congrats on your win dear Sunshine

Charlotte Puddifoot March 5, 2021 at 1:49 PM thoughtful piece, people can be judgmental..congrats on your win in the contest!

Alexis Y. March 5, 2021 at 9:47 AM Hi Anne-Lise, I'm just coming back to say congratulations on a well-deserved. Have a wonderful day:-) Alexis

Linda Alice Fowler March 5, 2021 at 7:24 AM Very well done :) Congratulations on the win Anne-Lise! Linda

Unseeking Seeker March 5, 2021 at 4:53 AM No mincing words here! Straight to the heart. Congrats on your well deserved win!

Jennifer Proxenos February 23, 2021 at 8:42 AM Hi Sunshine smile yes the oldest profession in the world and the most desperate. Some men seek them out not caring about the prostitute, his family, and yes about the possibility of getting sick himself. It is a disaster, how sad that they have no one who really cares, they are used and abused. This poem is a winner I am certain. Hugs and blessings. Jennifer.

Demetrios Trifiatis February 18, 2021 at 7:08 AM The "oldest profession" which offers its services to the lonely, bringing fleeting joy to those who seek consolation! A superb poem dealing with this universal truth! Good luck dearest, Anne-Lise! Hugs xxx

Charles Messina February 18, 2021 at 5:12 AM This is a GREAT poem for the contest, Anne-Lise. Best wishes for a win! Hugs // Charlie xo

Mystic Rose Rose February 17, 2021 at 4:53 PM What a sad life it is, its a no win situation here, nicely penned Sunshine. Good luck in the contest. Anne-Lise Andresen February 18, 2021 at 2:19 AM - Vie Rose, thank you very much for your comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Robert Pettit February 17, 2021 at 4:48 PM I agree with what Carolyn has said just below. This is very well written. Anne-Lise Andresen February 18, 2021 at 2:18 AM - Thank you very much for your comments, Robert :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Carolyn Devonshire February 17, 2021 at 11:23 AM It must be a very sad way of life, Sunshine. I pity young teen runaways who get trapped in such lifestyles. You created a character and made us "feel" for her. I think that's the highest achievement of any poem -- to connect on an emotional level. Excellent work, Sunshine. Winning wishes for you! Hugs, Carolyn

Richard Lamoureux February 17, 2021 at 7:09 AM A difficult and multilayered issue. You have captured it well here. It’s not always about sex I think. People have a hunger for human contact and yes conversation. There are many men in and out of relationships that are dying of loneliness. Still there are others that want to satisfy their appetites without taking account of how women are being victimized.

Kim Rodrigues February 17, 2021 at 4:45 AM Truly not what love looks like! Good write! Anne-Lise Andresen February 18, 2021 at 2:18 AM - Thank you very much for your comments, Kim :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Regina Mcintosh February 17, 2021 at 4:35 AM I wish it would ... so sad. God bless you with love and prayer, Gina Anne-Lise Andresen February 18, 2021 at 2:18 AM - Gina, thank you very much for your comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Joanna Daniel February 17, 2021 at 12:21 AM Sad lives they live, a good one for the contest, Sunshine:) Anne-Lise Andresen February 18, 2021 at 2:17 AM - Thank you very much for your comments, Jo :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Aurore Severo February 16, 2021 at 11:11 PM A very touching poem. Anne-Lise Andresen February 18, 2021 at 2:17 AM - Aurore, thank you very much for your comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Harry Horsman February 16, 2021 at 9:13 PM It a sad old place the world is at the moment, Ann-Lise. Effects everyone and every corner of the globe, as you demonstrate here with this wonderful poem. Anne-Lise Andresen February 18, 2021 at 2:16 AM - When they do not have a place to be, they will be more visible on the street - Thank you very much for your comments, Harry :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jan Allison February 16, 2021 at 5:19 PM so many of these poor souls are drug dependent too:-( makes you wonder how they are managing to make a living now with 'social distancing'. excellent ink Anne Lise:-) hugs jan xx Anne-Lise Andresen February 18, 2021 at 2:14 AM - A "dark" life ... that many do not understand, Jan - Thank you very much for your comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Panagiota Romios February 16, 2021 at 10:17 AM I have never walked in their shoes. Now women can sell themselves online. The glory of the Internet? Not to mention the men who cheat on wives without a second thought. They are deemed innocent? Not in my book. Illness, danger...wow? Quite a poem, Anne Lise! There WOULd never be this profession if men were satisfied and faithful. Pangie Anne-Lise Andresen February 16, 2021 at 11:44 AM - I do not like high-heeled shoes at all ... :))) ... just kidding, my friend :) - Everything is possible to buy online today ... quite simply - Thank you very much for your comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Victor Buhagiar February 16, 2021 at 8:24 AM A sad state of affairs. Prostitution cannot be eradicated. But it constitutes loss of the soul. ~~ Anne-Lise Andresen February 16, 2021 at 11:39 AM - Their soul is crying, Victor - Thank you very much for your comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Alexis Y. February 16, 2021 at 7:59 AM Hi Anne-Lise, You've penned a sad but true write. Prostitution is the oldest profession, and it's not going anywhere—good entry for the contest theme. Best wishes in the contest. Have a great day- Alexis Anne-Lise Andresen February 16, 2021 at 11:37 AM - True Alexis, even if all the doors are closed ... - Thank you very much for your comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Judy Ball February 16, 2021 at 7:31 AM Sad but true. These women think this is the only way they can survive. By demeaning themselves and letting others do the same to them. Too bad they don't listen to the people who care what happens to them and turn their life around. Good one Anne-Lise. God Bless, JB Anne-Lise Andresen February 16, 2021 at 11:35 AM - There are many who have no other choice ... not out of joy but out of necessity ... to survive, Judy ... sad and true - Thank you very much for your comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Tom Cunningham February 16, 2021 at 5:52 AM Shame that many end up on the streets just to survive but they deserve the same respect like everyone else. Tom Jan Allison February 16, 2021 at 5:20 PM I saw brothels in the ruins in Pompeii it definitely is one of the oldest professions. Anne-Lise Andresen February 16, 2021 at 11:32 AM - I think it's better to have a place for them ... a "house of joy" ... as they named it in the old days - Thank you very much for your comments, Tom :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

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