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Details | Free verse |


Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream.
Far away from the vision of mortal eyes,
A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise.
She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child.
Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity,
“In hushed angelic lucidity!”
Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones.
Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust,
Below the memoirs of her floating vessel,
Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams,
A shattered female kneels in salvation.
An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind.
Lost in profoundness, in what might have been.
What was, for a moment in this period?
The grimness of her weak vessel dwells.
A lifeless winter strays around. 
An album so old and dusty,
A christening gown not ever embraced.
Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise,
Soften footfalls beating out the torments.
Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones,
Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache.
Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need,
Their hearts unite as one...
A closing of mother and child…     
~BY: PD~

Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey 

There walks Warriors in that graveyard,
Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages;
at night you can see their Spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far corner, up by the stream,
far from the eyes of publicity,
she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene,
catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity.
In silent lucidity.
Brittle now, those fine bones,
deep beneath the snow drifts of winter,
beneath the memories of her body afloat
down rivers and streams of Remember.
A broken woman kneels in prayer,
a heavy weight on a burdened mind,
somewhere deep in what could have been,
what was, for a moment in time.
The grayness of her frail body lingers,
in a dead winter of the unborn,
on page forty-nine in the family album,
in a baptismal gown never worn.
Together they dance,the woman and the child,
their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows
of many days at a worn out headstone,
many dances to come, many tomorrows.
Together they dance, The Woman's Dance,
their hearts as one...
the woman and the child.
~By: Catie Lindsey~

(for Catie's: Re-write contest..) 

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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Lay back clear your mind
Let my hands do the rest
Close your eyes hear the music
As my tongue touches your chest
I then whisper in your ear
Sweet words as I relieve your stress
No worries and no fears
Safe in my arms you nest
Tension flows from your body
As we begin to undress
Touching each others bodies
Enjoying each others best
Movements slow then pleasure
Our bodies tightly pressed
Laying spent from ecstasy
Satisfaction at your request

Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2005

Details | Rhyme |

What If God became a woman

What if God became a woman what a difference we would see,
And the first thing that she'd tackle is the way that we all pee.
She’ll have seen all the advantages that’s there when you’re a boy;
How it saves with all that squatting, and at night becomes a toy.

She'll introduce discretions, like an air valve better placed,
To save girls sneaking trapped air out and getting all red-faced.
With the aid of hidden pipework, they could whistle merry tunes,
And the playing of this music could be used for clearing rooms.

The next thing that she'd tackle would be partners taking turn,
As a nine months’ stretch is quite some time for carrying a bairn.
If the girls can do the last part, when dear junior starts to rub,
Men could have it when it doesn’t show and take it down to the pub.

And then onward into shaving - where it really isn’t fair,
As the slightest fluff grows on girls’ legs and barely none elsewhere.
I fear that Man’s dispenser will be programmed and re-planned
So a button pressed and wristwork will squirt hot wax in her hand.

And the final piece of justice; she'll see balance to be done,
As we both will have the ‘monthlies’ now instead of only one.
We’ll gladly do the mood swings, and we’ll even have the belly,
But the thought of using tampons simply terms my legs to jelly.

So there we are; the deed is done, at last the world is equal,
But I, for one, don’t hold much hope for this thoughtful female sequel.
And as for: “Will it make things better, or will it make things worse?”
I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Oh shite - I’ve dropped my purse!

Copyright © Dennis East | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |


She rises above a pool of twilight blue, The water glimmering liquid crystal Fluid as an oiled navel which brightens her flesh, That inside pure eyes, mist radiates On her curve, and frost trickles heavily across Dampened lips …blending with manly scent. A gush shudders at the rhythm of her depth While the anima of his raw grace, such kindness Transforms her outline into a Borealis Laying on a nightglow of lace and hemp … Till male and woman become undefined, Aligned through his surrender to a feminine Seed , as the water continues bathing them In the discovery of astral glow… like so, The sweet vapor within her body rains ------ and his tears Fall upon her quivering pores, Honoring the fertile goddess within. …………………… Anima- “ Every man carries within him The eternal image of a woman.”—Carl Jung ---------------- Animus/ Anima –Part 1: Anima Contest Sponsored by Tom Quigley 5/8/2016

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,

all women.


Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,

all women.


Think of how you treat,


all women.


Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,



all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Fickle Fickle- For Every Woman in a Pickle

WARNING: The following poem is a figment of the author's imagination and deals with fictional characters.....MEN! ;) (THIS IS FOR FUN, MEN, SO DON'T GO AND GET ALL HUFFY AND PUFFY ON ME!)

Fickle fickle…men are fickle
Get the women in a pickle
Sweet talk sweet talk…how they tickle
Treat a treasure like a nickle

Chat up chat up and then lie
Sugared bites of ego pie

Flirty flirty….brew a storm
Dissipate then like the norm

Riding riding on her wave
Naughty naughty to the grave

Feel up feel up where he can
Make her think that he's a….MAN

Swagger swagger, what a sight!
Thinking he's got dynamite

Tries to see how far he'll get
Up to third base is his bet

Fickle fickle, fizzle….pop
Mess with me, I’ll make you drop!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Never was good at humor! This is as good as it gets with me!

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Cigarette burns dot the seventies green vinyl chair and a floor television doubles as a table with a lamp and figurines. A six foot two inch three hundred pound strong man made the small room look like a doll house. I watched Big Daddy roll Prince Albert in a can on cigarette papers many times and he was precise, meticulous to make sure not to waste his precious costly addictive indulgence. I got the nerve to ask if I could roll a cigarette this evening and to my surprise he let me despite mawmaw’s protest. I was able to roll the paper without spilling a leaf he smiled and I felt I had accomplished something great. Life is simple in the summer time world of leisure and no school.  Big Daddy stayed outside from dawn to dark and worked the fields of corn, beans, tomatoes and okra. His old John Deere tractor made a "pup, pop, pup" sound when he drove down the road to our house. I could hear him coming a mile away and ran out to greet him. He had an idea that women were women and men were men when it came to working and he didn’t allow a woman to help him with the dirty work. A woman was to have pretty clean hands and delicate pale skin in his mind. Any other man said that to me I would give him a verbal lashing. But I overlooked Big Daddy’s faults he had a kind heart and never wanted to hurt anyone. He was generous in trading his vegetables and harsh if someone hurt his family or tried to cheat him. 
Sunday morning he rested and put on a suit and went to church never did he have his bald head uncovered except in church. He had a dress hat for Sunday to wear on the way to church. I miss seeing those fancy hats and suits. A third grade graduate knew how to dress and respect the lord better than any college educated wealthy man. He wouldn’t smoke at the church out of respect.
     Respect left
     With the man’s dress hat
     Equal rights

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

Let's Keep It Real

 It's funny when you just feel like you in this world alone -
Know one understand's you , not even the one's who consider themselves 
to be grown -
Black women a relationship is not about you , one woman -
It's about that woman including that man , united together we stand -
Every arguement is not just the fault of him -
Consider what you did before the arguement and remember 1 of you 
equals 2 for them -
 Know man should put his hand's on a woman as well as know woman 
should put her hand's on a man -
But , in a relationship we should both keep it respective because the outside
line will never understand -
Something that is workable to both of us is over exaggerated by them -
Even though we where both in the fault the outside line only blame's him -
I think that deep down inside every man has some good -
Im in a seat now where the one's you say , are no good once stood -
 I was more than good i was great -
Now, Im trying to keep from tearing down someone else's wall with all 
this hate -
Im a dog because i don't want to throw my heart in -
Rewind my life and sweet heart come again -
Who came up with this rule that he alway's has to lay down the red carpet
for you -
Back in the day's we women where strong and everything that was old to
us was brand new -
 Black women why does jealousy has to be part of your plan in order to get
some attention -
When you get some you don't want it ; sorry to you lady player's that one i had
to mention -
Black women if you feel like you deserve to be treated good than raise your
hand -
Now put your hand's down and look around because that's what it feel's 
like inside of every good man -
 Black men stand up and tell your woman i deserve to be treated good -
Black men tell your woman i love you but , let's make sure that what i said  , is
understood -
Some of us black women need to recognize that in a relationship it's 50% for
you and 50% for me -
If you don't have no 50% than don't expect no red carpet because everything
that you thought was about you include's me -

Copyright © Lakesisha Johnson | Year Posted 2005

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Venus the woman, Mars the Man


Like he pleaded for your friendship
Let’s say he did, alright he did!
Polite rejection would be great,
But all those “hellos” were as fake
He thought being true was good enough,
And hoped by her life would look up.
As in his mind was the thought born,
It there did die before it sprung.
Quite all the moxie that he had,
Without a toil would have been hers,
Yet she felt naught (like would a corpse)
When all his dreams drained through the crust.

Like she pleaded to thus be strung,
Let’s say she did but was not wrong.
A gentle advance would’ve been best,
She tagged the others guys “coquettes”.
How would he know? He’s quite sinless,
And the movies would neither help -
Nor would these books reveal to him,
How upon maids, they work their wits.
Maybe she was, and’s still like him,
And never hopes to turn from it,
Maybe she too is still as true,
And hence she fell on tenterhooks.
She could be hurt and not retell,
The wondrousness within herself,
And how his fancy had took her,
From that first glance and salient smirk.

Like they both pleaded to be born
Dizygotic or one by one.
One should suffer, one should serve
One should proffer the other care.
Once on the earth and swarmed by dreams
Either, confused reality.
Who would be crowned? Venus or Mars?
Or would they both meet in the stars?
“Like a cold corpse felt naught” he thought,
Her heart was cold and dangerous.
Like autumn leaves are fallen dead,
She thought, “no love was on his head”. 

Copyright © Dominic Amezimi | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

RIP Virginity

Dear Sir, my innocence is gone now, no more fear 
Do you love to **** me again, I am always here. 
I wonder when you taught me how to use a pen, 
I was so into you but my ****** was in pain! 
I was crying; I was too immature to understand
I was turning only 13, I couldn't feel what happened. 
but I promise I never forget what you taught me at the end. 
I begged you to stop and looked into your eyes, 
there was a reflection of a cruel world, that’s  what I deserved!
Don't be afraid, mommy never knows what you did, 
Nobody knows that you made me bleed. 
Dear sir, my innocence is gone with all my tears,
as I had no safe place to hide myself from fears.
Nobody saw anything as your world was so blind! 
having hidden hatred inside, a virgin died. 
Dear sir, time cannot erase your memories, 
time doesn't heal all wounds, that you marked, 
yes, you took my innocence that will be always on my mind.
My innocent world was shattered by your touch
Hope no one ever has to experience such
For all the pain, all the cruelty, thank you very much!

Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2014

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Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 

©2013 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Fickle, Fickle, for Every Woman That's Put in a Pickle

WARNING: The following poem is a figment of the author's imagination and deals with fictional characters.....FAITHFUL MEN! ;) 


Fickle, fickle…men are fickle
Get the women in a pickle

Sweet talk, sweet talk…how they tickle
Treat a treasure like a nickle

Chat up, chat up, and then lie
Sugared bites of ego pie

Flirty, flirty….brew a storm
Dissipate just like the norm

Riding, riding on her wave
Naughty, naughty to the grave

Feel up, feel up where he can
Make her think that he's a….MAN

Swagger, swagger, what a sight!
Thinks he carries...."dynamite" ;)

Tries to see how far he'll get
Up to third base is his bet

Fickle fickle, fizzle….POP
Mess with me, I’ll make it drop!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

A repost. My Muse is still on holiday in Greece. Can't write for the life of me....but I miss community. it goes...

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Maybe, Not Just a One Night Stand - For Contest

"I'll cook you dinner, and breakfast is on me" .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

To Love a Woman

You love the warrior woman
the one who's in control
you love the sweet seductress
who electrifies your soul

You love the teasing temptress
the woman who knows to please
you love the siren vixen
who makes you fall to your knees

You love the modern lady
who's full of class and finesse
who takes it all in her stride
knows how to dress and undress

You love the pretty woman
who graces you with a smile
the loving kind supporter
who makes it all seem worthwhile

Why can't you love the captive
who's imprisoned by your love?
The one who needs your kindness
to know what life is made of?

Why can't you love the weak one
who needs your strength to survive?
the one who clings to your heart,
for your soul keeps her alive?

Why can't you love the hurt one
who needs healing from your lips?
the "thirsty for love" woman,
who's only been granted sips?

Why can't you love her fully,
for all the good and the bad?
Love her in her sheer madness
Love her when her heart is glad

Be different from mortal men
Who desire what appeals
Be her hero of valor
who feels all that her heart feels

For I am myriad women
in the body of just one
Don't love just a part of me
or I'm sure your love to shun

Love my strong fighting spirit
Love my broken weakened mind
Love seductress and seduced
Love with madness that is blind

If you love in completeness
If you treasure all I am
You'll be my king and lover
I will make you feel all man!

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Above the Broad

Jean Claude was staring at me Hmmm
from the balcony. Oggling all he could
peeking at the girls; posing with aplomb.
He raised an eyebrow. I thought, should
I raised the anti, laughed, jiggled some
and got a rise, I well understood
Jean Claude was staring at me Hmmm.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014

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I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Equal Rights for Men

As Women now have more power and rightly now have a voice
In the western world there are many more opportunities
Than there used to be and so much choice.

While men are today unashamedly in touch with their feminine side
And are now at last allowed to cry
Men wearing pink was just not done when I was a nipper
But now anything goes
Some men wear women's clothes make up and fluffy slippers.

Is something in the water or something in the air
But some women are getting more masculine
While men are showing touches of femininity everywhere.
Men may talk about swapping knitting patterns or tips on child care.

The girls around here have tattoos are rough and show off their bits
They have earings through their tongues and noses get drunk and aggressive 
Always fighting
In pubs and the street when pints of beer touch their lips.

We now have lady vicars in lace knickers
Female body builders and bricklayers
Men have took a giant step backwards
While women race to the top
And I hope they'll never stop.

House husbands are more common these days
They can change a diaper with just one hand
And talk on the cell phone for hours while doing the housework
Or taking the baby to te park in it's pram
I think women taking over the world
And using men as slaves is the masterplan
And men live in fear because they know they can.

Of course now men have big problems
Like deciding what dress to wear
Does my bottom look big in this
And ooh I hate my hair.

It's so difficult to tell the difference sometimes
When on a date
If you're heterosexual 
You may find out a bit too late.

Now it;s women who wear the trousers
And men who wear the skirt and bra
No one seems to care no more
Just who you are.

Women had been repressed by men for too long 
Now they play the tune
And bang the drum and sing the song.

Well if you can't beat then join them
Before it's much too late
My operation is next Thursday I hope keep the date
Please don't look down at men
I know we are sometimes a pain
But you have to realise
Men are going through the change.

''Now pink or yellow dress,?, hmmm.

Peter Dome.copyright.2015.June.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

Money on my mind like bread on a sandwich

I run the city, they're the lights, I'm the switch

I stand for what's mine, never see me slip and fall

I'm runnin' the race, you're a baby with a slow crawl

My cash stay on point, like a sharpened pencil

Try 'n' copy my style, you gon' need mo' than a stencil

I don't be's in the trap, buy my workers put-in overtime

Feds can't catch me, never see me committin' crime

That's why from time to time I shoot 'em a raise

And tell 'em to stash cash for those rainy days

If money talk, then there's nothing to say

If B.S walk, none of ya' fools can stay

My money talkin' for me, betta' yet, it's in a conversation

Ya' look like money; make money, nice observation

They say the love of money's the root of all evil

So how much money will it take to really love people

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ghazal |

Invisible Woman

Although I couldn't see her I knew she was there.
     Her essence filled the room with her perfume in there.

She was an invisible woman in need.
     Her wet, musky sex speeding her greedy sin there.

Being invisible made it near impossible.
     For what she wanted me to do, the air seemed thin there.

Invisibility has it's perks as you well know.
     She can do everything that she wants to do with all men there.

Scanky yes, but what the hey, when it comes to the lay.
     She has that need to play, so all men will win there.

Do invisible rosebuds smell the same you all ask?
     Well if you can see this mans face, there's a grin there.

He's putting snow white flakes into this luscious rosebud.
     The beauty of it astonishes all women there.

The luscious rosebud clutches like a tight fitting glove.
      Invisible woman uses her rosebud when there.

I know this because I experienced her glove.
      I'm here to say that invisible woman's been there!

Note: For Jarad's contest....hope this is close enough!!  lol

Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? |

Superficial Love

My physical lusts each and every cut, rip, and peck on his body my intellectual craves his thoughts, opinions, and charisma, my emotional wants to laugh, cry, and embrace his deepest feelings. Yet my emotional abundance does not captivate him, my intellectual determination does not appeal to him it is my physique alone that attracts his mind, body, and soul. It is the complexion of my skin that caught his attention, it is the reflection of my smile that made him acknowledge my presence, it is the kink in my hair that preserved his interest, the seduction in my eyes that tempted his spirit, the curves on my body that infatuated his sexual desires, and my forbidden fruit that took his whole being into euphoria yet my mind and soul is yet to be explored! My physical body has been pleasured time and time again but my emotional and intellectual elements remain untouched like the footprints on the moon!

Copyright © Nicolette Holness | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


EPITOME APOTHEOSIS Glory Glory Does she answer to us to bring peace in our world? You know men are now participants of a new recreation. Gay sex is prone more than smoking marijuana in the sixties (60s). They call it getting to know themselves through the quality or state of being sexual. They say the old adage is for human sexuality to overwhelm homosexuals. This manifests the most through... pro-sports. The athlete does not mind being... horsed. Growing up down South crafted her life. In that the broken tumbleweeds leave the meadow in midair tolerating the wind until tumbleweeds no longer are there, A Mississippi child’s insight manifests. Twisting the mind, they want a woman to observe them. Facial expression is that this is the newfangled way to intensify your sex drive… Watching me turn him out makes your womanhood come alive. Why lessen your pleasure by denying what you feel inside? The exodus to the North found a fool’s game. The world became a male’s domain. As heterosexual women desire heterosexual men, they found all were doing other things. Insight manifests as epitome apotheosis. A Mississippi child begins to address this. In that the broken tumbleweeds leave the meadow, the quintessence of accepting is not a bed pillow. It is a head messed with. Might it be loss of self-respect and principles? Does this mean the world is changing the norms of a greater source? Gay sex is the new recreation in which man states is the true mental sport. He is not the homosexual only rising his erection to persuade the experience of sex. Might he laugh aloud to say… “A woman will include her-self or she will wish she had". "This is a male’s domain and that is the truth as is”. _____________________________________________________________ Written August 09, 2016!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |


This is in dedication to the transgenders around the world, who live in solitude punishing themselves for being born! Love you She Man for being strong and wise at the same time. I am a born man I call myself Ann. Being in the delusion I carried the hidden fear of exclusion. With the power of Hercules And the virginity of Artemis, I must have been proud being a hermaphrodite Carrying the blood of Aphrodite. But the so-called civilian society calls me a worm Who must live on the earth as a dung worm, Feeding the venom of alienation Punishing self for an unknown mutation! Think once, twice or thrice Have you ever been this wise, Knowing I am too a being Not a mere one, but a beautifully carved living being. If you think otherwise You prove me you are vice But, I am beyond you, know man I am SHE MAN -puvi- 29/10/2015
---------------------------------- Hercules - The strongest man on Earth according to Greek mythology Artemis - Goddess of the moon, hunting and nursing, and above all virginity according to Greek mythology Aphrodite - Greek Goddess of love and beauty

Copyright © Remnants of Some Silly Experiences | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet 8: The Perfect Woman

How many gentlemen have chased your myth?
How many captains and how many kings?
How many have heard of your legend fell?
How many poets and how many priests?
How could they resist your tender mercy?
They'll never deny the world at your feet.

How many gentle ladies dread your myth?
How many mistresses, how many maids?
How many have known your calamity?
How many nurses and how many nuns?
How could they ever dare compete with thee?
They'll never deny the world your beauty.

How many people, both women and men,
Meet the measure of The Perfect Woman?

*Michael Dom, sonnet for Nette Onclaude's Take Two contest.

**I had thought of shortenning this poem to fit in 'The Perfect Woman' competition, but I could not do that without destroying the original vision. A pity I wrote the poem before reading the competition rules! Nevermind, it's all good! mt_dom

Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Man and Woman

You like mystery
I like certainty
You like things left to the imagination
I like the imagination turned reality
You like the eternal chase
I like once and for all caught
You like to wonder
I like your wonder
You like the questions
I need the answers
You want to me to hold back
I want to be held
You want the joy of discovery
I want the joy of constancy
You want to compete for the prize
I want to be safe in your eyes
You want me to hide
I want to be found

You want
I want
Incomplete without
And yet
Tell me now
Why is it
That life has a DIFFERENT flavor
When you’re not here with me?

I'll never see through your eyes
and you'll never see through mine
But when our bodies entertwine
There is that taste of the DIVINE

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Sparked by the discussion on my latest blog...A Bit of Humor...About Men.

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

Details | Diamante |

Man Woman

Man Creative, Strong Stretching, Toiling, Striving Of Adam’s Tribe; Of Eve’s Womb Establishing, Nurturing, Feeding Creative, Strong Woman

Copyright © Michael Campbell | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

My Green could fill-up a Bay, need a few Packers

Haters look, fold and crumble like Ritz-crackers

Money comes and goes, but you know mine stays

Like a well-trained dog, sometimes it even lays

Money brings power, respect, gotta' have the jewels

Call me a handy-man, I stay with my tools

I know it sounds messed-up, but it's money-over-everything

My weight's been up, you just started like a flower in spring

My money keeps flippin', like some Burgers on a grill

Money on me heavy, like a work-out, makes me sweat fo'real

Active, got a million hustles, I'm motivated and dedicated

Call me and money happily married, we can't be separated

Not talking movies, but I bet you ain't seen this in a while

My money's long, go 'head, call it the green mile

Long as I'm stashing cash, I'll always come out on top

Like a junkie smokin' dope, me making money won't stop

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

The Traveller's Unclaimed Land

He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!

Copyright © Nicolette Holness | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Secrets Men Share About Women

I will tell you deep dark secrets
That only men share
In private conversations
Where no flower is allowed
To bloom

A woman can be like a video game
Makes us feel like boys again
Yet we sweat and toil 
Huff and puff
A man’s work 
Dedicated to scoring points
Until we hear her 

A woman can be like a  lawnmower
Fill her up 
With the sweetest oil
Grasp that fragrant hair
Tightly in hand
Pull her forward
In a rough yet tender way
Until a lingering kiss 
Ignites her motor
Rewards us with
Those powerful 
Lets us know
“Job well done.”

A woman can be like a roller coaster
Ride her up
Ride her down
Wild excitement 
Abject fear
The perverse delight in
Wondering if we will 
The  perilous journey 
Or be
From the track

And my woman
My love 
Washes me  in her
Most private
Perfume sins
Whispers obscene 
In harsh gasps
Hot breath bullets 
That shatter my brain
Is a living contradiction
Bringing obedient 
To share our love
Primal desires unleashed
In communal ways
That would  have made 
Karl Marx 
Renounce his creed

My woman can be like a fountain
A watery refuge from 
The steamy oppressive night
Hit the right switch
And she’s a squirting delight
Close your eyes
And you can almost hear
Dancing music 
Synchronized to 
The contractions and expansions 
Of her gushing love
Resuscitates your 
Weary body
Heals your tormented soul
Bathes you in the 
All that is good
All that has any meaning 
In this


Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Saul And the Witch of Endor

Saul & the Witch of Endor “7 Saul then said to his attendants, “Find me a woman who is a medium, so I may go and inquire of her.” “There is one in Endor,” they said. 8 So Saul disguised himself, putting on other clothes, and at night he and two men went to the woman. “Consult a spirit for me,” he said, “and bring up for me the one I name.” 9 But the woman said to him, “Surely you know what Saul has done. He has cut off the mediums and spiritists from the land. Why have you set a trap for my life to bring about my death?” 10 Saul swore to her by the LORD, “As surely as the LORD lives, you will not be punished for this.” 11 Then the woman asked, “Whom shall I bring up for you?” “Bring up Samuel,” he said.” 1 Sam 28:7-11 NIV King Saul sought a medium— He totally rebelled against God above. Consultations with mediums were banned, In accordance with the God of love. Rebellion to this instruction Is still prevalent today; Mediums and spirits are sought To lead the unknowing astray. There are many like the Witch of Endor Communicating with evil angels. Most portray themselves as benevolent And helpful to earth’s rebels. Do not be deceived my friend For you are being mocked. King Saul met his death the following day; By evil he’d been trapped. Spirit guides can speak truth And quote the Bible too, But they are rebellious to God; Communication with them taboo. Many are deceived these days, Just as in the days gone by. They fail to talk to the Lord, But on evil angels prefer to rely. Saul and the Witch of Endor Is a perfect example of rebellion. God told us not to talk to the dead; To this command, He made no exception. Evil spirits enter men and women, And place them under their control. God wants us to surrender to Him; Through His Holy Spirit, His power to enroll. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue

Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |


You try it, You even buy it, You don't get it, You claim it, You disclaim it, It works, It doesn't, Again, you denied it, You pay, your stay: monthly, annually You gain, sustain, You barter, charter, You bargain, you bust it stays a must. You cry, You cuss, You fuss, Sign on the line It pays betrays Rent -- it stays.

Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015