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The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.

Copyright © Tay Reid | Year Posted 2013

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The Butterfly Whisperer

As we wander the meadow we disappear
into the sun-lapped fields.
There's a scent in the air so sweet and clear
and plenty of flowery yields.
Listen for the sound of Spring's delights
and welcome back each creature.
On outstretched arms butterfly alights;
we admire each colorful feature.
Slowly it flits and flies away
only to widen it's wings.
Back it comes to flutter and sway;
In the distance a hummingbird sings.

There's a scent in the air so sweet and clear
like the nectar in each flower.
Sunshine and new life brings us cheer;
Spring delights in it's power.
Butterflies are wandering free;
landing on outstretched arms.
They're a beautiful sight to see
we whisper to their charms.
As we wander the meadow we disappear
into the arms of April and May.
Singing out so sweet and clear
we glory in each longer day.

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014

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Best Friend

I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one, 
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
I do!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!

Copyright © Jason Fisher | Year Posted 2013

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Let's opinion be different so there is story
I do not like to air criticism
I just only like to ask
And the question itself will be criticism
Criticism on people who were asked
If to ask would be more prudent
Criticism is quite violent
I am so afraid of violence
I have to use the technique
Technique to ask with its critique 
And that is certainly more painful
Like a snake that run along quiet
But the extract of poison is very painful
I also laughed when criticism aired among
True indeed… 


Oleh Neldy Jolo

Biarkan pendapat itu berbeza jadi ada cerita
Aku tidak suka berkritik
Aku suka sahaja betanya
Dan pertanyaan itu sendiri akan jadi kritikan 
Kritikan pada orang yang ditanya
Kalau bertanya akan lebih berhemah
Mengkritik itu agak keras 
Aku sangat takut kekerasan
Aku kena menggunakan teknik
Teknik bertanya dengan kritikan bersamanya
Dan yang pastinya itu lebih pedih
Ibarat ular yang menyusur tenang
Tetapi bisanya sangat pedih
Aku juga tertawa bila berkritikan sesama
Benar belaka…

Wednesday, 20 March 2013, 4:59 PM
Let US All Save Peace. Ilyimy. Layag Sug!
Puisi hasil perkongsian cerita dengan Cikgu Ezza Fazlina Jamlidi

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013

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unconquerable king john

a fire breaks out in his pants
whenever she walks into the room
but she just laughs
at how quaint he is
she has eyes only for the old man at
the end of the bar
his beat era leather socks are just up her alley
his pocket protector lifestyle is just
the thing for her wedding plans
she could always see herself
with his type of narrow shoe smart fella

he leaves her and her lover
at the dark bar
and wanders the lobster cages
looking to trap the feelings
that made him feel like
unconquerable king john
with his magna carta series pen
but this night is too full of babe sweet
and her pocket protector cowboy
so he goes home
to lay on his bed on imaginary nails
and suffer all the trials that good men should
wants to be worthy for the pay off
wants to be in line for the pearly gates

babe sweet and her man
live up the coast now
they own a bed an breakfast catering to the insane
who write great novels
on the walls in crayon
and spend their nights
hanging out on the roof singing ballads
to babe sweet
and her cowboy who lasso's the moon
its a wonderful life plays on the tv
every night year round
cause thats the dream they are sellin
that if you work hard
someday itll pay off

jerry garcia's picture hangs
in the lobby
he looks out at the changed world
with the shocked expression
of how did all these people miss the point
as the just go on beating eachother up
and crashing the gates
he is in the back room of babe sweets place
hiding from all the gretchens
and trying to redraw the lines of reality
we all got lost out there
gotta reinvent yourself
before the gretchens and the hangers on tear it all down
gotta bend the road before it bends you
just like unconquerable king john

Copyright © mark junor | Year Posted 2014

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I dreamed in a dream
I walked through an island
An island full of fruits and flowers
Its dazzling scenic view
Mesmerized me
I woke up in that dream
And the dream still a dream
But that dream is reality
Now I am eating Durian
But still a dream
Before I forget
Those flowers are you!


Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

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I talked to trees about you. 
I told them “don’t they importunate.”
“I texted you already”
I miss you every day.
Will tell you I need to do something
Once upon a time in a faraway mountain
Speaking in a language
Only the wind and lost people understood
A group of trees stood

I told them “I usually talk to someone every day”.
It’s a big change to be in this mountain
And they the trees said
“So why don’t you talk to him everyday”
I told him “he is far”.
And the trees said “but you are still far”
I told tree “yes it’s both the same being far”
But here in this mountain I am not free
So this is a big change for me

So the trees said 
“You can still talk to him”
“We will bring your thoughts”
“And let it cross to oceans”
“Until your memory matches”
But I said if I keep thinking I might suffer
And I might run to cross the ocean myself
And the trees said “when we too feel this we pray to our maker”
“Because trees practice patience too”

I told them that I know that, but I thank them for reminding me.
I also told them “that because we talked everyday for a long time.”
I can be patient not to talk to him for a long time because God gave me that as a gift in advance.
So patience is just a small payment for this silence.
So I am calm already.
I told them “he loves trees too”
And he used to climb mountains when he was younger.
So they like you too

I also told them that you got your back pain from trotting the hills
So they told me “when you come back home talk to him about us”
They said “tell him we kept you company”
“And we tried not to let our twigs and branches fall on your hut when the wind is strong”
I also told them that you have lectures about trees.
And they drooled over it.

One tree said “oh he seems to be a good guy”
I told them you are pretty too.
There are many trees there.
Some of them have holes in the middle.
Wounds made from fighting between the military and the freedom fighters
But they stand still oblivious to their surrounding and their predicament

They are as tall as three to four storey buildings.
And they are thick while some have hollow centers
Ah trees have seen so many things
I hope they didn’t get tired of my staring
With my niqab they can see my eyes so tired

I have to sleep.
We will talk again tomorrow
The durian there is creamy
Gift of Allah to those who can’t go home.
In the month of Ramadan
I sleep and tomorrow we talked.

23 April 2014

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

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The Butterfly's Ballad And I

I get a glimpse of you A soft hue of light lavender rising in my dawn Gliding fervently in a sun-kissed breeze. An ephemeral bliss enchanting the depths of these caramel eyes. Your purple wings flaunt in whimsical ballad Sprinkling evanescent dew across the embers of my heart. And I feel them ,silk fluorescent flutters tickling my bare shoulder Chasing the back of my neck Teasing in wistful wonder. My blushed smile preserves the moment of each tender touch across the ivory of my cheek It preserves the moment of fervent kisses fading in ethereal bliss. An unspoiled warmth A playful brush moving along hazel cascading hair. My heart captures the seconds before those iridescent wings fly high in sheer splendour to crimson blossoms which bloom Which sway,which bleed their rose Which wrap their stems around my feet Around my hands,so I would not follow shimmering dust on promised paths of rainbow's pastels. So I would not find the faraway land. Yet,here I am,on autumn's carpet I mark my footprints. Yet ,Here I come ,so close to you Surrounded by serene calm beauty Waltzing with the most unique butterfly The one I love ,loyal and true

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017

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DATE OF THOUGHT:13/04/2011
Come around
For the darkness has vanished away
Come quickly around
For the barrier has finally gone

What a relief
The morning is here
I have open up my petals
Filled with nectars of your choice

The ever flowing juice I have in stock
Withoout you ,I may not be known
Your frequent visit help my growth
Oh butterfly come around

Once the day break
I will open up for you
Neither sun nor rainfall
Would restrain me from welcoming you

I always await you
Please do not tarry
So I wont worry
And be sorry.

Copyright © Ogunlabi Olajide | Year Posted 2017

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Blue Butterfly

blue butterfly
dark night sky.

Crystal wings
dance of joy
Wings spread wide
make me beautiful

flying town
under bridge.
shimmery stars
gazing moon,

blue butterfly
dark night sky.

a dream
makes no sound.
can't be seen.
just flies.
flies to the moon

blue butterfly
dark night sky.

spectrum glimmering
dance on the wind
my heart flutters,
touching sky flying high

Copyright © Anita sharma | Year Posted 2015

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For Tonight I'll Cry

By: Tyner Twine

No one knew it was coming,
No one knew that you’ll be leaving
No one knew you were hurting,
No one knew you were dying.

Amongst the bright lights of the festivity,
Yours slowly starts to fade,
It hurts more to know the reality
That nothing can ever be done or said

Memories of my hands holding your tiny body
And memories of when I saved your life
I thought everything will be steady
But now, you’ve left our family.

I feel so shallow
As despair starts to swallow
Guilt starts to follow…
I feel so hallow

I wish there was more time to be with you
Turn back time so I won’t cry like this
Keep you close to me,
At least before you close your eyes.

What’s so hard is I can’t ever deny
Is the fact that I
Wasn’t even by your side
At least to say goodbye.

Outside, the stars shine
The winds sighs,
In your humble grave you lie,
There goes the white butterfly
So for tonight I’ll cry

Copyright © Kristine Mariz Ursua | Year Posted 2014

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French Fry

I'm glad that tator tot is out of my life 
but then i seen a french fry
and then i said it can't be true
i started to wonder what can i do
so i went out for the night 
the french fry was chasing me on a bike
and when i seen it i said this doesn't make sense
then he rammed me into a fence 
and then he came and punched me in the eye
and when i thought i just might die
i realized what i must do
i ate the french fry and then i puked
so i went home to my wife i'm glad that french fry is out of my life.

Copyright © Diet Water | Year Posted 2015

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when am missing you

when am missing you, i know its real. when am missing you, i will always love you.when am missing you, i know you feel the same.when am missing you, we,ve been  throught a lot. when am missing you, the best thing that has came along in my life.when am missing you, you make me happy to be with you.when am missing you,i hope you do too. when am missing you, you gave me a beautiful daughter.when am missing you, you will always be my boo.

Copyright © kendra peterkin | Year Posted 2016

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Heart In Hand

this earth
all your
starry night
radiant moon
walk out along the street
a cosmic symphony
your hand
holding mine
we walk and talk
passing hidden woods
making prints
in ocean sand
trembling heart
hold on tight
feeling universe
heart to heart
hand in hand

Copyright © Anita sharma | Year Posted 2015

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The Moment

The moment I saw you
Only for a few minutes
Of the site I see
Never realizing my life
Would change for the better of me

My heart was running full speed
Not being aware again
We only had an hour to spare
I know this may sound weird 
But this moment was the day
I got my life on track close to the end

I knew I fell madly in love
When my eyes connected with yours
Standing face to face
It felt like something had fell
Out of heaven from above

This has hit me so hard
Knocking me off my feet
Feeling I need a few minutes to breathe
Only time and space can give
Cause I sense my love running
So much deep

Somehow for that brief moment
You completely blew my mind
In my eyes seeing two different people
With two different personalities
Seem to have different life styles
But only one heart which were completely stolen
In that only one moment
During that one beautiful sunny winter morning

I knew I fell madly in love
When my eyes connected with yours
Standing face to face
It felt like something had fell
Out of heaven from above

That day I knew I had to see you
Only I didn’t know how or when
My heart started beating fast
When you said it was nice to meet you
I hope we can meet again
Wow it was like a blur
You caused my mind to stir
The ground started to spend around
Only I knew I couldn’t make a sound
All I could do was to catch my breathe
So I decided to take a seat and have a rest

I knew I fell madly in love
When my eyes connected with yours
Standing face to face
It felt like something had fell
Out of heaven from above

Oh my gosh what have you done to me
I once was caged
But now your words have set me free
I didn’t know how to react
With these feelings so bright
Only I know I dream of you
Each and every night

I never thought someone would look at me 
The way I see myself in your eyes
I never knew how my movement would change
With you in this life time
I never felt this fire burning inside of me
Nor I never felt this wetness between my thighs
If this feels like love I never want it to end
Cause finally knew the moment
When my life started to begin

Copyright © LAKEA BANKS | Year Posted 2014

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my womb, my heart
I feel you fluttering like a butterfly in
my womb, my heart
taking shape, form…in
my womb, my heart
you need/want to break free from
my womb, my heart
growing heavy and restless, you have outgrown…
my womb, my heart
I must eventually let go!
my womb has healed
my heart still bleeds
You’ll understand…once you know your womb, your heart…

Copyright © Vanessa Hollenbach | Year Posted 2012

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No longer his butterfly

He woke me up
at 5 a.m. 
Said he couldn't do this
He wasn't a family man
No he didn't want to sacrifice
or live in poverty
with a young family
Said I was just a toy
And that he never loved 
my girl and boy

So he packed his bags
And he said goodbye
Maybe for a minute
I thought I would die

No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
I think I'll flutterby

He's not ashamed 
of himself at all
He wants to party
Do drugs and alcohol
He wants his cake
and to eat it all

He's just another selfish man
Throwing love into a garbage can
I wish that he could understand
what life is all about
He decided to abandon me 
and leave us here in poverty
cuz he don't want a family
No chance to work it out

He woke me up
at 5 a.m.
Said he couldnt do this
He wasn't a family man
No he didn't want to sacrifice
or live in poverty 
with a young family
Said I was just a toy
And that he never loved
My girl and boy

So he packed his bags
And he said goodbye
Maybe for a minute
I thought I would die

No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
I think I'll flutterby

Written by Heather Condee

I wrote this song for an ex boyfriend. 
He didn't like my song. Thought I wrote him a
love song..... As if!!!! 

Copyright © Heather Condee | Year Posted 2015

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Either me or the highway

Either me or the highway,what did I do.either me or the highway,i thought you loved me.either me or the highway,what happen to the real you.either me or the highway,everything is falling apart slowly.either me or the highway, am still in love with you.either me or the highway,please don't walk away from what we have build together.either me or the highway,weve been through thick and thin,either me or the highway,been through ups and downs.either me or the highway,dont u wanna work things out either me or the highway,i guess there's nothing else to do but to say goodbye.either me or the high way,my love for u will aways be within my broken heart.

Copyright © kendra peterkin | Year Posted 2017

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Somewhere In Montreal

Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi

SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!

If...this stamp were you...my kiss...would seal it!

For you're beautiful...to me...and your...heart cries!

And I know...that a beautiful...woman's broken heart...just dies!

Your words are...soothing as a...warm summer's tide!

As my fingers slide...the ebony dust...past the page...'fore my next ride!

And...PS...I love you...and my kiss...just...sealed it!

Ruby red...or a...cocktail...pink...pout!

My world is...upside down...and...inside out!

Every fairy tale...every song...is...only you!

Life...always goes on...but...me...and you?

Somewhere...in Montreal...I'm here!

Somewhere...in the world...you're there!

Ships at night...the...cruelest joke!

A fading star...a little girl's...heart...soon revoked!

If...this letter...ever reaches you...my kiss...just sealed it!

And...I am...beautiful...just...you'll see!

Beautiful...as an...orchid...just...you and me!

Love...in Montreal...chilly...at tea?

Penning lines...together...just you...next to me?

Didn't it...didn't it...and my kisses...didn't...they seal it?

My fingers...etched along...glistening gemstones...in...the pitchness of night!

Child's play...pretty stars...shining...so bright!

Snowflakes...collecting high...as your kisses...falling...upon mine!

Life together...forever...one...of-a-kind!

And so...you'll come...so...you'll come...I just...knew it!

You were always...going to come...and...I just...knew it!

Momma's first...jewelry box...just...a silly toy!

Stuffed...with...cracker jacks...for that...special boy!

Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2014

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wishful thinking

As i sit and watch the rain fall on my windows i gaze at how peacefully the sounds of the water dropping drip by drip. I observe my tears drip Down. And drip away in my Soul as i see my self dancing in the rain of a bright future finally at peace to feel the passion of Devotion placed at my feet with the actions of my flesh putting in all the work to make it in life. I strive each day for better giving my heart enough time to lounge in the chair underground so i can get my mind in shape. Imaging ways to be creative in my own mind being diffrent from any other woman u may see but still be me gracefully.

Copyright © Alicia Green | Year Posted 2016

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The Butterfly Effection

I've often wondered
If there's ever been a precious gift of love
I've often longed for lots
Of smiles and love
To come so perfectly
A butterfly befriended me
We were bonded 
Through despondency
I stayed so long 
But finally I fled to save my hopes and dreams
And I miss you butterfly
And even love you
And I wish there was a way 
For me to trust you
But it hurts me every time
I try to reach you
So, I miss you butterfly
And even love you

Copyright © Keneathia Brown | Year Posted 2011

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Thy Heavenly Father, You listened

Thy Heavenly Father You listened,
You were there for me last night,  as I sat and weeped,
Thy Heavenly Father you heard me, as I crumbled in tears from deep within,
Thy Heavenly Father, you held my tear shed face, as I let go, in my own private holy space..


Thy Heavenly Father you listened, I repented onto your patient, caring, heart, you held my hands, gave me the strength needed to give my troubles onto you, in the darkness,  I found a beautiful light,  you helped me get onto a path, that is straight and narrow,  for I am a child of God, you guided, walked beside me, so that I can someday live with you for eternity..

Thy Heavenly Father, you gave me strength, to stand on my own again, I can't believe it's you, can't believe it's true, you held my hand when it was cold, you picked me up from my fall, you gave me strength to face the world out on my own again..

Thy Heavenly Father, you listened to me, you needed me, and I need you, you were there..

Thank you..

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2016

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I am your true novelist 
that can draw you in 
I will dance with you 
in all your romance
and your magical love
I will write all that I see
even when you make my heart bleed
I can feel your hunger for my love
you have away that captives me
when I look in your eyes 
they are shining like the cascade night
You tell me so much things 
that makes my heart ache
you cast your magic on me again
I written down all your evilness
you make my heart race
Yes, I am your novelist 
you make my spirit fly
like a beautiful butterfly
that dances around in the air at night
in your cascade eyes 
I feel so untouchable
until you call me back to you
I see many things your darkness brings
you taste all my sweetness 
but all you given back is bitterness
yes, I'm your novelist 
I penciled out your face
I did erase the dragon from the sky
I get this mental image that makes me cry
but this is your flavoring of your love
You tell me all kinds of things
that makes me want to scream 
I am under your spell
you cast your magic on me
you captive me
just to make me bleed
you want pleasure 
just a drop of your sweet blood
that will give me so much love 
No , my magical love 
go fly to where you once was
You are my novelist and my queen
you will write what comes to your mind
I put magic on you 
Forever you will be mind .

Poetic Judy Emery 

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017