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Details | Light Poetry |
My eyes,
you traced the beauty of nature.
The starry sky and inky ocean,
smile of winter in the heavenly garden,
dancing of waterfall on the lap of hill
and kissing of butterfly with lips of lily.
You painted the alluring nature
in the canvas of my memory.
It refreshes my soul
and revives my heart.
My eyes,
you are lovely, you are smart.

My eyes,
You traced my childhood
with your experienced hand.
Sacrifice of my mother
and hardship of my dad.
Depth of their love
and length of their sorrow,
thickness of their sympathy
and width of their care.
My eyes,
You are cute, you are fair.

My eyes,
you age out books stepping with time.
My career holds what I need.
You created hopes
and enhanced expectations.
You make my avenue successful and vivid.
My dreams slept on rose petal bed.
I know, a good book is equal to 100 friends,
but a good friend is a complete library.
My eyes,
you are my friend, you are my diary.

My eyes,
you traced a queen
in a marriage party.
Now, she is my darling
she is my sweety.
I never forget that wonderful  night.
When you traced her sensation
and her jumping heart,
her tender lips
and her undressed beauty.
I was clean bold
with extreme delight.
My eyes,
you are spicy, you are naughty.

My eyes,
you are very clever.
You can speak more than tongue.
I know, you can't be wrong.
My anger is apple red,
my love is pearl white
and my pleasure is crystal bright.
When I am confused
you fly kingfisher flight.
My eyes,
you are my teacher, you are my guide.
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Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2016




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Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
 
 
I bless the day she came my way. Her quirky hat a strange display 
meant not to impress me.

But her shadowed smile softened and I was smitten.
My face turned the flush of a rainbow red and what was written
revealed my growing infatuation.

Something about this lady, giving, loving, wanting, haunting
showing no pretension. 

Her playful wit coming from her heart would set this woman quite apart
from all others.  

What gifts were about to unfold of female attributes that made me bold
and I kissed her behind her ear. 

In later days, as she has told, she thought that I was uncontrolled 
but it still felt grand.

Her blue eyes seduced me and her hills and slopes added to my salient hopes
that somehow she would be mine.

So thank you God I cannot hide the glow within that is my pride
that this  adored sweet precious woman , has become my wife. 

And now we're in our eighth year, so let me make this really clear
I 'm still very much in love with her.


C.A.K 10-12-2013

Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2013




Details | Light Poetry |
I splashed out on this greetings card,
It cost me 50p,
I thought that you were worth it,
For putting up with me.


But yours, I know, will cost far more,
(Perhaps a quid or two), 
But that’s because I’m worth far more,
For putting up with you.

Copyright © John Coopey | Year Posted 2009

Details | Prose Poetry |
If only you could see the vision
Now deeply living inside my mind
Feeling the peace which now stays
Knowing your love is only mine.

If only you could feel the passion
Which each new day is on the rise,
Then you would never worry at all
For you will never face lonely times

I truly love you deep within my heart
With a pure power that never ends
And every time I awaken to your smile
Its life essence selflessly begins

For I feel what you have given me
With the love you allow me to seize
Binds me tightly to a fervent need
To have your love always next to me.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

When a relationship is based
on a red hot snapper
with a knockout wrapper
that builds a fire in your jeans.

This kind of marriage is for
the movie screen.

In time the snapper cools down.
The knockout wrapper isn't
quite the knockout it used to be
and the fire in your jeans is on it's way out.

This is now the beginning of the end.
You don't really know each other
your not even friends
and now the fights begin.

If you had picked your wife for life
with the head on your shoulders
instead of the one between your knees,
you might have found a wife for life
instead of a high maintenance money pit
that you can't please.








Copyright © Terry L. Allen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Senryu |
My Inspiration,                         My Only Beloved,                     My Most Dearest WIFE  
Fellow POETS' Masterpiece         Laureates of Poetry                  LENORE ELLEN : Laureate
Each Stanza THEY WRITE          Poetic Knowledge                     With  POETIC LOVE

Bringing Memories                  Yesteryear POETS                      Living in Our HEARTS
From the Future, to the Past   They INSPIRE all of Our POEMS    Fellow POETS' words of Life
EMOTIONS of LOVE                FEELINGS ; I DON'T KNOW           Penned For History

UNCONDITIONAL                   ANSWERS : Created                  With Feathered QUILLED Pen
Education and Learning           FOR ALL the Future POETS        Write SALUTATIONS TO THEM
POETRY IS Life                       Rhyme : withstands all TIME     Write with HEART AND SOUL

Inspired By and Dedicated To Laura Mckenzie      Author Notes ; Read Top to Botom Left to
Right. Read each Horizonal line Left to Right  Example line one all three Senryu 
My Inspiration, My Only Beloved, My Most Dearest WIFE Also Read Capital Words in the 3 
Horizontal Senryu Example : WIFE POETS' LENORE ELLEN ; THEY WRITE POETIC LOVE

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2008

Details | Light Poetry |
Sometimes in our life an angel comes,
To spend some time with us below.
The time may last but only a short time,
Or it may last a life time filled with love.

Sometimes in life an angel comes
To guide us along when life is rough
And our faith is low. They come
And stay until we are on our way.

Sometimes when life seems all down hill'
An angel comes to clear the way,
To bring the sun on a cloudy day.
God sent you an angel to light your way.

As much joy as she brought to you'
You also gave to her when your lives entwined.
Within you she will always be.
So when your heart is down and sadness is around

Just reach down deep inside and feel
The warmth of her love come shinning through'
For she will always be but a kiss away.
Sometimes in life an Angel comes
To bring to you the comfort of God's love.

Copyright © Patricia Edwards | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
"Where did you put it?,"I don't know,it must be over there"
"It isn't I just told you!,"Well I don't really care!"
"You said you put it up somewhere,now where the hell is it?"
"Ive looked,and searched every bloody where,and i still cannot find it".
"So what,what else is new,you always say the same",
"As if ,that on this planet earth,there is no-one else to blame".
"Well I really need it,you know I do,I'd appreciate the help".
"Now,that's better,talk to me nice,and watch out for your bloody self".
"Here it is,I told you it was,why don't you listen to me?"...
"Sometimes,you really amaze me,it's as if you could'nt see".
"Well I'm sorry,I really am,but I'm kind of in a rush";
"Shh,don't say anything,please don't speak,I wish you would just hush."
"Well,Im off then,I'll see you later,I'll be home in time for tea".
"So what",I say,whatever you reckon,Thank God,now there's only just me.

Copyright © Sharon Leonard | Year Posted 2007

Details | Light Poetry |
I was a good wife that kept a spotless house,
And cooked good food each day for my dear spouse.
When he mowed the lawn in the summer heat,
I would bring him a cool drink, just to be sweet.

After thirty years we have parted ways.
Now I have a new trail in which to blaze.
I’m finding out that being single has its perks.
I’m in charge now, and that’s how it works!

I don’t have to clean the house if I’m not inclined,
Or cook every day, working off my behind!
I can go out to dinner whenever I choose.
I don’t have to watch a man on the couch snooze!

I can run around the house naked as a jaybird,
And go without makeup, which in the heat is preferred.
Yes, the single life has given me a taste of freedom.
My new motto in life is “love ‘em and leave ‘em.”






6/15/17


Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
one try


wise guy

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009

Details | Light Poetry |
I am ashamed
I know what I have done is a sin
I can only hope the gods will forgive me
She will never forgive my evil deeds
No need to plead
Time and time again, I have aggressively acted
I can only hold my head in shame
Yes I have beaten my wife
Over and over and over
Twenty times at last count
I have beaten her to the fridge
I was first to the ice cream, no matter the flavor
But justice was always served
She would tickle me
Until that luscious erotic bowl of ice cream
Fell into her lap
We both laughing at our naughty little sins

Ice cream kisses……………

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
In love I was lost
I plunged headlong
Oblivious of the consequences
For she was fair to behold
E’en fairer than the lily of the garden

She took me by my hand
And together we strolled
We explored the new frontiers of love
My company she greatly adored
Until she couldn’t break free 
From the spell of love
Cast on her by fate
Uhm! It’s amazing what love can do

Damning the consequences
I forged ahead with my newfound love
Paradise was unraveled before me
An adventure of some sort it seemed
“Give it a try,” I urged myself
Shutting my mind deliberately to the odds


For if she had known
Then she wouldn’t have allowed me
Entry into her life
But her actions defies all explanation
Void envelopes her being in my absence
What had suddenly come over her?
In so short a while

When she laughed, I laughed
When I cried, she cried as well
The blissful times we shared were dear
Held close to my heart like a testament
“Could anything be this cherished?” I thought
Life definitely seemed very good

She withdrew at certain times
Not because she was through with me, nay!
But she remembers her Man-the Man
“You cannot understand,” she tells me
“You cannot understand,” she affirms
I am another Man’s wife

Like a thief in the night 
Her man came
The show he stole
For he had cut short his journey
Unannounced he strolled into the scene
After all he owned the show
He assumes his manly duties once again
Giving her love and succor as it were
He was the man, I was a villain

I was soon relegated to the rear
Despondency and dejection became my theme song
Jealousy I spat out like bile
No one would empathize my shattered heart
For I was warned before hand
Not to fall in love with
Another Man’s wife.

Copyright © Funshio The Poet | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |
                                                  I'm Eve 
                                               Lead by God  
                       My faith in Him has always guided me in my life.
                       I find refuge in the, poems I write, books I read, 
                                 Composing descriptive paintings,
                             Wrapped myself around my computer 
                              Desiring to acquire more knowledge,
                                        It’s everything I need.
                                    I am a coward of the thunder
                            My Heart is as warm as the summer sun,
                    My husband insists I am too honest and too forgiving
                          I embrace the flow of life with love, dance, 
                             and listening to many genres of music
         I love to save family mementos of the past that brings back memories
                            I married my soul mate thirty five years ago
                                 He was freshly retired, Navy Chief 
                 I have three wonderful sons accomplished in their own field
             Two daughters in-laws that should have been my own daughters
           And five grandchildren that I adore,  one of them stationed in Germany
                          Friends are very special and also my family
                My Yorkie Peanut is a very clingy stubborn little handful
              I am a Christian Catholic and taught fifth and sixth grade prep,
 I instructed my students with lots of visuals because that is how I learn and retain,
               I also taught in the public schools with special needs children
                               from kindergarten to twelfth grade
                 with stern rules, but compassionate to all for fifteen years
                      My husband and I are retired and up there in age
   I love to walk hand in hand with my husband through the wood of the tall pine
                              and look at the pond that lies beyond
                  with the wild creature’s nosiness to see but stay away
                        I'm tired of getting old and tired of being tired,
                                  But I would do it all over again
                   I firmly believe I have to see it before I believe it and
                   You learn from your experience if it is right or wrong

©Eve Roper 4/7/2015
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Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
When I saw a diamond
yesterday, I saw the fire
which lives in your eyes

I saw the deep blazing
beauty that often causes
grown men to cry

I felt the pains that
many in life endure,
who suddenly find a
very deep need…

To have that fire alive 
within the diamonds heart 
become the one to satisfy 
their daily needs

For in that tiny window
I saw something precious
which might even compare
to you

Yet when I saw your
smile as the sun rose 
this morning I could no
longer continued with 
this sad ruse

For even though the 
brilliant flame of a 
diamond, will burn so 
very bright…

Even its brilliance alone
can never compare to the 
radiance that daily fills
your eyes with its exquisite
light.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
My success is my wife...... How I have achieved my success because a woman behind my shadow She is my ever loving wife and guardian She made our family strong well and she is the pillar of our family who hold us all She take cares of everything without time limit and put everything in order to make us easy She has shown us her faith to over come any obstacles and at the same time any problems dealt with properly As a mother she never grow old and mould her heart for us with gold She teach our children well and they learn so well She blends her love with sincerity and hard to define She brings us together always to be all in one family. She always look for the best in us and give us best she had She is my love and wife where these things abide and my success was completed when she become my shadow Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka All rights are reserved 2013

Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Look at you, you have found my heart
With love I stare into your eyes
With passion I devise
I can not part with you or can not stop the things I have started

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I walk by your side and I found my self crying
With your hands so soft with gentleness
With your smile so beautiful with carefulness
I do notice life with you without sighing

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Without a fear of losing you, you are in my visions
With beautiful roses by your side 
I love you more than twelve times
Without doubt I do love you, I care for you and you alone

So do not walk away 
Please lets talk about things anyway
With feelings of letting you go is make me ache in the heart
Do not stop believing my passion has fallen apart

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I want us to grow old with each other through years of journeys
With hope of sharing life of fulfillment that gives us memories
With this I hope to give all of my faith and I hope it is not to late
I Look into your eyes with such full life because you have been my life date

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

And you alone

So I raise my hands to embrace you

you alone


Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
*To the tune of "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen

I've heard there is a secret floor
That's locked behind your attic door.
But you don't really want to show me, do you?
You keep her there,
A ghost, a fiend -
An angry beast that taunts unseen. 
The crazy wife who wants to burn your house down.

You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic

My love was strong, so I needed proof
That she was jailed beneath your roof.
She showed up in the moonlight to betray you.
She lit the flames, she left you there
To choke on smoke and fight the flare.
The crazy wife who tried to burn your house down.

You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic

Edward, I've been hurt before.
I've been condemned, I've been ignored.
I used to feel alone before I knew you.  
I've seen her face through the attic door.
I've heard her wails through the attic floor.
The crazy wife who tried to burn your house down.

You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic

There was a time when you let me know
The truth about your scheming show.
But now you wish you'd never told me, don't you?
And remember when she stalked my room
Searching for her cheating groom?
The crazy wife who tried to burn your house down.

You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic

*Based (lovingly and jokingly) on the story of "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Brontë

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
When Broken Hearts, spill their Tears, Emotions, Quiver in my Quill
I Remember, after all these Years, Our First Kiss My Heart feels “Thrill”

Before Sorrow came and destroyed my Heart. I remember “The Golden Pen”
A combined Imagination of “POETRY”, set Apart, an Archive to be opened- WHEN??

Tranquility : Why do YOU hide from my Heart?? “ The Sorrow in and of POETRY “
Why do YOU sever , The Soul, I know I will be with “LENORE” for the Eons of " FOREVER "

Dedicated in LOVING MEMORY of “ L E N O R E “ , My LIFE, My WIFE, My ETERNITY
                                                             To Be Cont.    

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose Poetry |
All men (the loser boyfriends/husbands) think that it's their right to be physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward their female companions (girlfriends/wives), well they're wrong. Most guys are always beating their girlfriends/wives up every single day just because they didn't make their men dinner, do chores around the house, or whatever. It seems that these womanizing losers are way better than their women. Actually, they're not; they're idiots. Controlling these women and being physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward them don't make these Neanderthals men; they're like childish cowards. All guys think that they're the only breadwinners in their families and the women aren't. But guess what--they're not; some of them don't have jobs. And does anyone knows what gets on my nerves? Men always cheating on their girlfriends/wives with other women, getting them pregnant, and not taking care of the children they already have. And those controlling, abusive men, they're always telling their female spouses/lovers what to do, what to eat, where to look, and who to talk to. I mean, who are these womanizing losers to judge other men and to boss these women around? I mean, who does that? Everybody doesn't even know why they'd bother spending the rest of their lives with those abusive idiots. This whole saying by these controlling abusive men have been getting on everybody's nerves and my nerves, as well: "You're-not-to-speak-unless-spoken-to," this "You're-not-to-talk-to-your-family" ordeal, this whole "You're-not-to-have-guy-friends," and this whole "You need me! You're nothing without me! You have no money! You have no friends! Everything's in my name: the house, the cars, clothes, everything I own! You're useless! You're worthless! I own you for life! And you will respect me!" Where I come from, the rest of us nicer guys, we treat our women with the respect they rightfully deserve. The last time I checked, the mothers have raised their sons to treat women and other people with respect, but they now know where they've gone wrong with those womanizing clowns. My suggestion for the women is for them to leave their abusive husbands/boyfriends before it's too late because if they don't, they'll end up in the hospital or the morgue. To be honest, these women, they never should've met, let alone dated or married those abusive men to begin with. And if these abusive men think that they can control those women forever, they've got another coming.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Sometimes things are up,
And sometimes they are down,
Sometimes black is white, 
And sometimes it is brown.
All the rivers flowing,
Back to the sacred sea,
All the monkeys climbing,
Up the very same tree.
You think you know a lot,
Think you know it all,
But the autumn leaves are falling,
At the north wind's lonely call.
The thinking of the meaning,
The reasons lost and gone,
At last the place is ready, 
A vacant holy throne.
The emptiness that fill you,
Fills you from inside,
Is the treasure you are holding,
The bridegroom's holy bride.
And now the north wind's blowing,
Blowing down the Way,
And now we sit here waiting,
For the bridegroom's wedding day.

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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
My wife can't cook as well as my mother. When cooking a meal, there is no other. With roasts, stews, or spaghetti sauce, in the kitchen, my mother is the boss. I married a girl like the one that married dear old dad. I still love my wife, and her cooking isn't that bad. Inspired by another member's poem.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
Missing you is like feelings of thee morning dew. The very first time I glanced at you, something like a widow a woman that husband has died. Wishing we had just a little more time. Wishful thinking believing everything you ever said was true shows how bad I want to be with you. Reminiscing over here dwelling on the past, indicating a desire of admiration I grasp. Adoration and appreciation is what I feel for you, longing suffering missing and enduring the lost just to speak to you. From morning till midnight, sunset to sunrise moving into the afternoon time I’m missing you. Arousing emotional response in motion missing you is my religion. My system of belief, therefor you’re an apostle sent by Christ making me a flock of one in your missionary. Leaving me with anxiety and tension I stay missing. Impatient for your fulfillment, missing you is an addiction and psychological dependence. Needing to see you even for a minute, in a recession I remain unchanged retain missing you.

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
I thought my Poetic Soul died , I thought of the Tears I have Cried 
A Heart  feeling pain and Destruction, after the loss of  my Beautiful Bride

As YOU gaze to the Future and the Past; In the Eons of Eternity Does LOVE Last??
Write with the feelings in YOUR Heart, as the Spirit knows this is a Good Place to Start 

My Spirit has walked the Dreams of my Past,  My tears in a ocean of Sorrow
Yet my Heart Beats Forever, in LOVE with Loving YOU for Eternity’s of Tomorrow 

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
If I could spend my whole life with you,
It will only be a dream, because no such thing is true.
If no one open's their heart all the way through.
       How can I ever really give my heart to you? 
If I did you wouldn't have felt the pain you do.
Therefor no need to say sorry,
we just say it, because we know it's not true.
We say it just to get you through,
to have, to behold, the pain I gave you!
If  you should ever feel like this is your last breath,
to love, is to lay to rest.
It can feel worse than any death.
A women romancer is truly the best!
I've sacrifice nothing making you feel like you do,
but you have to learn to give credit, to where credit is due! 
Stimulating of the heart, Is to know where to start.
         My devotion is to myself,
I have to love me, before loving any one else
I'm done with the burden of pain, to have me, it's to what you'll gain.
To walk beside me, to never deny me. To love me, is to live as one.
For you can now, feel just where I come from.
To pave a new way, to this unacquainted highway.
         Intimacy is thee only thing I could offer to you.
For you could only be mine, no other friend will do.
To have you all to myself, is to deprive,
from liberty, to imprison, to confine to me. To surrender your heart,
thorough thick and, thin. To never let any other lover in,
to whom I'm your only friend, from the start till thee very end.
         To vow to never give away your heart, if we do break apart.
If I shall ever feel the love you do for me, I promise to love you for eternity!
To never have to say I'm sorry, for the love I'll feel for you.
For I could never put you through!
To  have a good women by your side, is to tell the truth, even if it make's me cry.
That's what it will take for you can be a real man.
To stand tall, to walk with pride, for a real man shouldn't have to lie.
If it should ever feel like it's way to hard, and we took this new found love way to far...
           Reminiscence of that day,
that I began to play thee O' Jays, when I used to be your girl,
till you opened my eyes to this cruel world.
I would like to start all over again, can you change my mind, to just go back in time.
For to truly love someone, is to let them free. 
To find each other again, it was truly meant to be!
To say this is true love, shall ever be a mystery.
For there's no paradise, in this so called world we call life.
     Until thee very day you make me your wife!

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
I will grow old
I tremble in the cold
None to care
I have nothing to fear...

But my love is alive
Though I strive
Beautiful roses to pluck
Yet I am stuck..

I grow old with wrinkle
Yet I will kinker
You will always remain in my mind
This is how you will find...

Copyright © Surajit Dahal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
My Darling Girl, 

your big dark eyes  met mine

against your pale skin and yellow hair

this name sang in my heart, Susan,

my Black-Eyed Susan.

A wild flower you’ll be, you’ll be a

kind friend,

loving wife,

strong mother,

sweet grandmother

and always you’ll be

my darling girl, my Black-Eyed Susan

Copyright © Alicia Lambert | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Me without you is a motionless sail boat,
A kid being out doors in the winter without a coat.
A basketball star without ever having any coach.
Can you picture trying to fly a plane with no engine?
A mother of three trying to feed her children with no kitchen?
Do you notice some of the things that are missing?
Baby you are a puzzle, with a piece missing. 
Without the E in ME, is everything! 
Nothing is complete if there is no YOU AND ME.
That is like trying to serve a turkey with no wings on Thanksgivings.
I am the key you turn in your ignition, I kindle your love intentions.
Oh, what sweet reminiscing, like a pastry treats with frosting.
I bet that put a smile on your face, like a kid winning his first race.
 As I were your Hostess Twinkie and you were my creamed that filled me.
You are the only one that completes me, that how our love flow so swiftly.
As a little girl twirling around in her favorite dress, I think I will keep you because you fit me best.
There is no such thing as a Me without you, because simply no one could ever compare to you.
That is like a sneaker with no lace, you are surly to fall on your face.
But don’t worry I will be right there to catch you with grace.

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose Poetry |
Have you ever imagined the world we live without women?
It is like a lung without some oxygen, agonizing and inevitably dead,
A face never with a smile, boring and unfriendly.
A cup of tea without some grains of sugar, bitter and foul,
A pool without some water, dry and empty,
A good ride on a bad untilled road, rough and uninteresting,
The earth without some drops of rain, an inescapable famine,


But how come with the great number of women on planet earth?
We still live to cry as a reggae legend sang “no woman no cry”,
It is because they permit evil as much as they permit good,
Gullible and instrumental in the hand of the wicked ones,
Ugly and nice, beautiful and dangerous,
Cunning like serpents, deceitful like chameleon,
Holy but liars, having a form of godliness but highly ungodly,
Lovely like little puppies, sweet like bees honey,
Women, an invincible force in our our world today.

(c) 2010

Copyright © Joshua Akinwande | Year Posted 2011

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She is strong but also weak
with that beautiful smile
so graceful and meek
Her touch is soft
and her words ever so sweet
Never a dull moment
always bright and sometimes lenient
with a positive outlook
even when it's clearly out of the books
She wipes the tears, and forces the smiles
touches the heart
and never you dare cross her child
Mother, Mama, Mom, Mommy
the many names that she goes by
All quite fitting for the warrior inside
with the love giving and super healing ways
she never makes a mistake
Even when you thought she was wrong
give it a day and you'll realize exactly what she was trying to say all along ( you soon realize she was right all along)
She is the all knowing, all loving, super talented and magical gift from the God above

Copyright © Tora Simpson | Year Posted 2013