Ian Love Poet Verse

Woman, Whenever, Wherever, Whoever You Are

womankind has been around for a while
  hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile
  been known by many names starting with Eve
  Boadicea, Cleopatra and Genevieve

  she can fly-by-night, be out with the bats
  purring and prowling with sly slinky cats
  never a tame girl, sometimes receptive
  with hidden secrets, deep and deceptive

  see her in twilight, creature in the dark
  flames flickered when she was Joan of Arc
  think she has been here for just a few years?
  think again, them hills they flow with her tears

  woman has been teacher for aeons of time
  wrote most of " Homer ", taught Plato to rhyme
  as Archimedes' hand-maid, she had a laugh
  when he shouted " Eureka, get me out of the bath! "

  around when Adam gave out those spare ribs
  her name is on parchment writ with rare nibs
  her time here with us, a mere interlude
  battles over centuries, a bitter feud

  with men from the past and future I'm told
  man on her arm, just her latest cuckold
  well-rounded dame or seriously slim
  cheerful demeanour or chief sister grim

  close-quarter woman talking loud and fast
  words over-taking like a blast from the past
  so hard to keep up, so hard to break in
  leave you behind in the wake of her din!

  what's this I hear, is she now slowing down
  pausing for men, is she wearing a frown?
  perhaps she's starting to shuffle the deck
  departure dreaming on a very long trek

  maybe no point in moving on once more
  the greater challenge is here at the door
  as men they shout " I am invincible
  I've the biggest Archimedes Principle! "

  late at night she now walks the floorboards
  seeking a new role, a song with new chords
  " where and when will I go, who will I be
  will I stay in this land or else oversea ? "

  men of the future and men of the past
  treasure this woman as head of the cast
  whenever, wherever, whoever you are
  she will always twinkle, shine like a star

  bring her some chocolate, bring her some wine
  make sure she stays and has a good time
  but watch at midnight in case she's outside
  all alone by the road hitching a ride

  silver moonbeam and finest curb crawler
  then down to the port and onto a trawler
  far out to sea where she thinks of those days
  when Gods fought Neptune for sight of her gaze

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