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Details | Epic |
This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2012




Details | Verse |
Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....





Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |


I've Scribbled This Song For You...


I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...


now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,


la laa laa la laa laa laa...


(repeat to fade)


:-)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013




Details | Rhyme |
Always the friend but never the lover,
On the end of the phone, but not under the covers
Around me often beautiful women do hover,
But I’m always the friend and never the lover.

They say I’m a nice guy, who’s easy to like,
I listen intently and am always polite.
I’m witty and funny and show women a good time,
But to date me then hate me would be such a crime.

So, I’m …
Always the friend but never the lover,
On the end of the phone, but not under the covers
Around me often beautiful women do hover,
But I’m always the friend and never the lover.

They end up with guys who treat them all wrong
Then cry on my shoulder with the same dance and song
When I suggest that perhaps they should give me a try
They say, “And loose my best friend? Why then I would die.”

So, I’m …
Always the friend but never the lover,
On the end of the phone, but not under the covers
Around me often beautiful women do hover,
But I’m always the friend and never the lover.

Seems to me maybe I should stop being so nice,
Treat all of the women like a sexual device
But when I tried that once it wasn’t such a hit,
I just came across as some guy full of …

So, I’m …
Always the friend but never the lover,
On the end of the phone, but not under the covers
Around me often beautiful women do hover,
But I’m always the friend and never the lover.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
<                                        she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man 

                                          when they get together
                                          they join hand and hand
                                          for loves be glory
                                          in this fairy tales story

                                        
                                          for she's a hard headed women
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man


                                          though shes stubborn as an mule
                                          but can make that man still drool
                                          as he's so shy
                                          but  captured her roving eye


                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man


                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man


                                          now don't you just think
                                          romance can start out as a wink
                                          even if it may be a little lie
                                          come on little boy now give it a try


                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft harded man



                                      
                                          
My Next 
Country Western Song   LOL

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |
Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad |
They know all the loop holes for the IRS 
Elaborate parties, tuxedoes and women in their 5,000 dollar dresses 
A cardboard box, another statistic for the homeless 
A corporate exec did a downsize today 
The car repossessed, the house taken away 
Sometimes reality is a person's real life movie of horror 
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer 
Some have never known to go to sleep without a meal 
Our government turns a blind eye does not want to see what's real 
America's rich worried about the homeless overseas 
The poor get spitted in their faces by those wealthy celebrities 
A billionaire wouldn't even foot the taxes for the cars she gave away 
Never forget where you came from, you may have to return there someday 
All the rich have a gold key  to the IRS's back door 
They know all the loop holes for the IRS 
Elaborate parties, tuxedoes and women in their 5,000 dollar dresses 
A cardboard box, another statistic for the homeless 
A corporate exec did a downsize today 
The car repossessed, the house taken away 
Sometimes reality is a person's real life movie of horror 
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer 
Some have never known to go to sleep without a meal 
Our government turns a blind eye does not want to see what's real 
America's rich worried about the homeless overseas 
The poor get spitted in their faces by those wealthy celebrities 

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

Details | Tail-rhyme |
‘‘A friend once in his youthful flight 
Had found a beauty delight
Though distance stretched them in mileage
But their love was destined to find a page’’

A lark that sings in the morning bright
Ke-ke-li, O Kekeli! My beautiful light
The hanging garden upon my sight
Hands of fate has woven a happy home
A love of current, stronger than the Law of Ohm
Invigorating, a love connected at heart
Which God designed never to part

Where there is love,they say there is a way
Our love I believe is here to stay
Kekeli, my beloved, sing me a serenade
A song of an angel’s grade
That in heaven’s clime pervade
Sing it across space and time
And make it last like a rhyme

My beloved Kekeli! You’re my light
You’re my Hephzibah, my only delight
Thou art fairer than Friedan Betty
Thou art matchless in beauty
So calm and inviting like the blue sea 
Beauty not to be told but for eyes to see

Behold my mistress of fair skin 
Eyes of diamonds, pure and pristine
O Tell me, you whom I was made to love
One, unique in your choicest apparel
Lips of zebra stipes set with a berry
The hanging petals of a blossom cherry
Chief among all my thousands buddies
O Kekeli! The only ruby my finger shall find
And wouldn’t be ashamed to be called uxorious

"For as a young man marries a virgin
so shall your sons marry you, and as
the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
so shall your God rejoice over you". Isa 62:5


Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad |
This here brois the Slow Man's Rap.
This slow man knows where it's at.
I'm never condescending. I'm always offending.
But being what I am is a job that's never ending.
I got my ways. I got my days, when people of 
different shades look at me in strange ways.

I don't care. I have no fear.

Didn't cause no one's troubles. 
I got my own. I just do my thing.
Then I go home.
So don't blame me, if you don't feel free, and 
why don't you just let me....go to sleep.

This here slow man treats life like toy.
Don't believe in sorrow. I believe in joy.  
Don't believe in fighting.  I believe in rhyming. 
And making the best of my too short timing.
Cause my bomb will blow, when my fuse burns low, 
and life's got to move. Not fast, but slow.  

Feeling fine, feeling free, feeling fun...
under the sun.

I've paid my dues and and sang my blues.
Now it's time to put on my walking shoes.
The thing is here, the thing is back.
The thing is coming at you with the master rap.

I got women on the left.
I got women on the right
I got work in the middle.
And this is my wife.

I'm one slow Joe, but a lot is what I know.
And I can't speak jive but, I know I'm alive.
I'm up and down, and all around.
Don't act like a clown, cause I rock this town.

I'm flying like a bird.
I am the word.

Now that I've bored you with my name.
And my stupid little game.
It's time that everyone go insane.

So, have a good time. On the party line.
Where the fun is so fine.
And laid on the line.

Enough with the rapping.
Let's see some hands start clapping.
Some feet start stamping, and 
lot's of dancing.

Or whatever
Or whatever
Or whatever

Y'all

Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit it

Get with it.
Get with it. 

Women so fine.
A bottle of wine.
A real good time.
I ran out of lines.

Moving my feet, to the master beat.
Looking nice and looking neat.

Move your feet
Move your feet.
Move, move those feet.

Hit it.

One last time.
One last time.
One last time.

Nevermind
Nevermind.

Copyright © Daniel Schack | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang

The chick's riding me, she started to pant

She dropped down low, started giving brain, transplant

She's eating that wood, like she's a termite

Got something to quench her thirst, but it's not sprite

I think I might go down-town, to get some dessert

She's like a water gun when she climax, squirt

Always takes showers, but she's oh so dirty

Started at three, it's going on four-thirty

Make sure I meet her needs, you're a minute man

She say I got flavor, but you're kinda' bland

I'm speeding, you get home at six, it's rush-hour

Gotta' clean up for you, hit it in the shower

She's so wet, it's like swimming in the ocean

Hop out the shower, dry off, wipe her down with lotion

Starts to get upset, said she wanted me to stay

Ain't in Florida, but she might go M.I.A

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | Carpe Diem |
Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.

Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Welcome to the planet
Wake me when it’s over
The dreamer’s always tempted
To come around and show her

And I just keep wastin my time
On girls that won’t love, me, like their wine
And it’s just too easy to blame
The rock and the system for causing my pain
And I just want you to know that I’m through
With being alone, when I’m with you 
And when you mask the truth with your lies
It just won’t get any better for the rest of your guys

And when you fall asleep
The night covers your tears
And the darkness sees you weeping
Cause your conscious can’t be cleared
This year you’re feeling colder
Your heart’s a little older
You haven’t found your soul mate
And now you think you’re too late

But one look inside of my eyes
Gives you the hope that there’s a guy
Who can make you feel happy and sad
And it’ll be worth it to feel that again

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I want to sing you
I want to write you
I want to watch you
And describe you

I would like to compose you
You, my ninth symphony
To put you on a stave
To play your melody

I want to sculpt you
Without engraving too much
Hardly anything to change
Some details to fix

I want to photograph you
Under different lights
To whip with the flash
All those artifices that are hiding you

I want to break your records
Go through your body's limits
Jump higher, run further
When man an athlete is one

I could go on with other arts
But none of them seem good enough to define you
So I'll go on in which my words are the finest
For you, I'll never stop writing

Copyright © Romain Collart | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
God simply made man and woman
to be together for the rest of their lives...
it's a blessing this heedless world
has not fully known;
and it's so rare nowdays
to see two people in love,
and promise each other to be faithful!
Is that all so impossible?

Real men don't cheat on their women,
real men give their whole hearts full of gold
to those who really love them;
I've come to know a good man
who did just that for his woman,
and he still loves her although she's old!

Unfaithful men, would you rather have
an unhappy home or feel a joy
as sublime as the sunrise in glory?
Untrustworthy men, give up what you crave;
you can be the strongest man on earth,
and still can't stop the tears gathered inside!

Real men don't cheat on their women,
real men adore and cherish them 'till they're gone;
to be beside them and share a lovely dream,   
to console and encourage them when they're weak!  

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |
Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 

Copyright © Ag Ki | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum |
Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash
The yesteryear clotheslines of our country have mostly gone
Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache
Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone

The yesteryear  clotheslines of our country have mostly gone
Disappeared from view like Johnny Cash's song "I Walk The Line"
Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone
Morals, good principles have been twisted like Kudzu Vine

Disappeared from view like Johnny Cash's song "I Walk The Line"
Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache
Morals, good principles have been twisted like Kudzu Vine
Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Holy. Freaking. Crap.

Here come the snare drums,
With the bass drums,
And the cymbals,
The band follows.

I have a secret.
Everyone knows it.
And I don't know about,
If I can contain this shout.

And I don't know,
If I can take it anymore.

I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

Tap tap tap.
Boom-de-tap-tap.
The marching band's coming.
You better start moving.

They don't stop.
All of them just stomp- stomp- stooooomp.


I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

This song probably makes,
No sense.
But there's really no,
Deep meaning.

These are the facts...
Literally everyone goes,
Crap, crap, crap.

I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

Zoom zoom zoom.
Zoom te zoom zoom.
My heart goes boom boom.
But you just see it through.
Like it's a clear,
Drum beat.

Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |
i do feel the need to air my intent o, the smell of your sweet seductive scent your sensory feed draws me even closer you make me a lyrical composer I take a sip of your inner essence and feel it is affecting my cadence you intoxicate my moral fiber make me into a marital liar too much serenading a problem now I begin to believe I’m awesome tales of such grandeur fill my public stage soon I stutter and forget my own age Mellow brought her little sister Tipsy this merry threesome will lead to empty

Copyright © Just James | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Up all night an orgasmic spell purity as
Muliple, meteor showers making love unto,
My heart's, deepest desire mother's, fantasy ~
A dance we knew not one anothers, sexual dreams....
Until his fourth of July the night that, paradisiacal's gateway
She, revealed her love's soul my world, forever, atop perfumed sheets..
Changing into gossamer's nightie knowing, i would soon return: two martinis
Sensual smiles my eyes her voice their, erecting, afore tomorrow's light: pure beauty
Slipping seductions legs betwixt, ecstasy's, warm wet thighs.... Twined, tongues no secrets,
Left to hide her lips, a taste and heaven..where what greater stars shall shine but, `She *

Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, LOOK ACROSS MY BED.
THERE WAS THIS BIG OLD WOMEN,LYING THERE IN MY BED.
SHE PUT HER ARMS AROUND ME,GAVE ME A HUG.
I FELT LIKE I WAS BEING SQUASHED LIKE A BUG.

I WENT OUT ON THE TOWN,DID ME SOME DRINKING.
I BROUGHT HER HOME,NOW WHAT WAS I THINKING?
I DONT KNOW WHAT I DONE,OR WHAT I SAID
TO HAVE THIS BIG OLD WOMEN HERE LYING IN MY BED.

LORD,LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME.
STOP MY DRINKING,SET ME FREE.
IF I DONT STOP MY DRINKING,
THIS BIG OLD WOMEN IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME

Copyright © robert ray | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ballad |
I adore modest women,
so soft-spoken and
very elegant,
who aren't looking for men
to seduce without being
atrracted to  them!

There's a shortage of men,
and they try to get whomever they can,
ugly, handsome or good- for -nothing;
all they want is pleasure, not a friend! 

I love simple women
who are fashionable 
and very sleek;
I love women
who can look in their mirror
and say to themselves,
" I'm beautiful! "
Honesty can make any man weak,
enough to give them much more!

Be careful of women who touch their face
when they laugh and pretend to like your kisses,
giving you the illusion of a full moon...
in the middle of a hot afternoon:
you will burn, but won't remember a darned thing;
and all that wasted energy for a quick sling!
 
I adore modest women
who don't wear lots of make up...
to hide a despised face;
isn't simplicity
another form of beauty?
I adore modest women
who undress you when they're hot...
they make you feel wanted without words:
and that's when my passion starts up,
and I become a real man!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007

Details | Tail-rhyme |
The one for whom literati’s at quiet, 
Mysterious, invisible could only imagine at sight, 
Enchant beauty captivate hundred hearts, 
Naïve glimpse can bewilder this world site, 
 
The best Eden abode where thee dwell, 
Essence with flipped pain might be well, 
Beginning to end, hoped this to befell, 
Cause intruder thoughts can’t be Quell, 
 
The worth of whom is pre-written, 
Won’t thou catch thee, with desultory walk in, 
Endow of her to follow Almighty Will, 
Synoptic praise of  her is not hidden, 
 
Will wed to a paradise women, 
Blue eyes, fluffy cheeks and intact human, 
Of which there be the distinct one, 
Assumed to be with her, not an omen, 
 
Ideate, if she put on silk attire, 
Cosmos world burn to fire, 
Enriched with pure affection and sublime beauty, 
Of before worthless the charm of Hawaii pier.

M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
shahid817@gmail.com

Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Take a walk along the side of the tracks
And you’ll be getting all that you’ve been driving at
With your, snake like grip
And ruthless eyes that despise
There ain’t no compromise

You’re slithering 
Just like an animal
It gets me worked up
Hard with just a little pull
So let’s skip the bull
And cut right back
To the fact

Pre-Chorus
You been teasin me without a please
Hugging me without a squeeze
Pushing over boundaries
Just one time too much

Verse 2

Ya know ya asked me once 
If I could be your apple
I said “teacher please”
But you said “See me after”
But I’ve got work to do
And a mouth to feed
Know what I mean?

Pre-chorus





Chorus
And she said “Take a bite!”
You know it’s all in the rhythm
Take a bite
Just thrust with your hips now!
Take a bite
Don’t squeal like a pig
Ya know it’s all so good, cause it feels so right

Take a bite!
Ya know it’s all in the wrist now
Take a bite!
You know it’s all in the kiss now
Take a bite!
Don’t squeal like a pig
Ya know it’s all so good, cause it ain’t so right

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Rest are Women! 
We worship Women,
We love Women as Mothers
We seek affection
from Women as Sisters
We are Men

We place Woman
on a Pedestal, We need Her
We use Her, We misuse Her
We are Men

We love our Wife,
We hate Daughters
We flirt Women;
We abuse Her
We are Men

When Women dares! and
Gets down her pedestal
We hate her,
we fear her
We are Men

Wonder! Why God fears
to get down from pedestal
The offerings will stop from all,
Shall ignore even the Lord
We are Men
The Rest are Women


INDIA, THE LAND OF GREAT CULTURE  is sadly named among the five worst places 
for women in the world in a survey.

Copyright © Suresh Iyer | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |
you ask me to believe
i'm left wondering
about the colour yellow

are women meant to be hidden
behind burkas of black
or a bluebird's blue?
to disappear
into daylight,
is it for God or the lusts
of men? are not women jewels wherever
we are and whatever we wear?

tell me, is Christianity American
and Judaism Israeli and how did
the two get so entwined in Joseph's coat
of many colours? when was there a time
when Jerusalem was built to be divided?

there is a well, Miriam, i'll meet you there,
we'll capture the morning sunrise and embrace
the painted desert with the rhythm of our hearts,
our fingertips will glide along the wheat fields of our
longing, our
hair will come undone, we'll love the God of creation
and we'll make love with his sons

in an oasis of grass, the yellow bird sings not because
it has an answer, but because it has a song.







Copyright © Anna Ruiz | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
Baby don't walk away
It's true that the beginning is better than the end
Please hold that smile somewhere in your heart

I will give you everything that you need
Except all that you are and will be
Cause you are the first one of your kind

And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
And I want nothing else tonight

Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it

Somethings you shouldn't have to do alone
Like sleeping, waking and eating
Some people got way too much on their plate

I would give you everything that you need
Except all that you are and will be
Cause you are the first one of your kind

And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
And I want nothing else tonight

Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it
You'll never be alone, no
So sugar come on show us those soles
You've been wearing out when you collect the toll

Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it
Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it

And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
The whole of what you got, the whole of what you got

Copyright © Neal Shannacappo | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |
GREED VS. NEED

i ain't eager to get even
since settling scores ain't my stick
it's just that to you money means being mean
and i think that's pretty damned sick

share the wealth don't mean nothing to you
not with a twenty in your pocket book by prada
take that twenty and keep it all to your self
and sing a song of yada yada yada

money to you means a cage or a corral
and i suppose only women who keep men in cages believe they rule
well keep singing that song of greed plus selfishness sung
but honey, money won't turn this man into your phool

will you still have that song to sing when they take all your valuables away?
because ill-gotten gains usually never amount to much
so keep up the melody and get a choir to sing harmony
because one day you may find that money will only be used to buy you a crutch

i ain't out to even no score with you
take your green goddess and fold it into two
place it back into Prada's produce
because one day you'll find out what happens to greedy women like you
          (c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~




Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse |
WOMEN OF OUR NATIONS, STRONG WOMEN! HELD FAST AND BOUND BY THE WHIMS OF MEN CARRYING SHAME, ENSHROUDED WITH BLAME WOUNDED, NEAR STRANGLED BY THOSE WHO CAME WOMEN HELD FAST, SHACKLED IN CHAINS EX-DAYS OF SLAVE-TRADE YOU’VE HELD THESE PAINS LOOK AT YOUR HISTORY, TELL ME I’M WRONG TELL ME, WHO HAS FOR YOU WRITTEN A SONG… A SONG THAT’S A LULLABY, EASING YOUR FEARS A SONG TO BRING SOLACE AND COMFORT, NOT TEARS ‘TIS TIME THAT YOU LOOK AT WHO YOU ARE WAKE UP AND FIND OUT FROM WHENCE CAME THESE SCARS WOMEN OF SORROWS, CARRYING BLOOD STAINS STAINS IN YOUR GARMENTS THAT ECHO THE STRAINS OF STORIES QUITE DARK AND HIDDEN THOUGH STARK LET SELF ADMIT WHAT’S MADE THIS MARK. ‘TIS TIME TO AWAKE AND FROM YOU SHAKE VOLUMES OF SHAME DUBBED YOUR MISTAKE! WHAT YOU NEED RIGHT NOW IS TO BE SET FREE THOUGH YOU WEAR NO SHACKLES THAT MEN CAN SEE THE BONDAGE YOU WEAR IS YOUR SHROUD OF SHAME NOT SEEN BY MEN, BUT ETCHED IN YOUR NAME ENSLAVED BY YOUR MEMORIES, BOUND BY THE PAST YOU FILL OUR CHURCHES FOR A SALVE AND REPAST. OH LORD, OUR GOD! DELIVERERS WE NEED DELIVERS WHO LOVE YOU AND YOUR SEED! BONDAGE-BREAKERS FREED FROM STENCH THOSE WHO WILL NOT TWIST AND WRENCH OUR WOUNDED SOULS QUITE BATTLE WORN DEPRESSED, SUPPRESSED AND TEMPEST-TORN DELIVERERS! COME! FROM ZION COME! DELIVERERS! BRING DELIVEREANCE NOW! BRING THE WORD TO HEAL THE LAME SING THE WORD TO LOOSE THEIR SHAME SKILLFULLY THE SWORD EMPLOY HALT THE MELEE MIDST GIRL AND BOY! IT WAS FOR THIS THE SAVIOUR CAME TO LOOSE THE CAPTIVES BOUND IN SHAME THEN THESE WHO’RE LOOSED, FROM BONDAGE FREED WILL THEMSELVES BUILD… TOUCHED BY THE NEED POWERED AND PROPELLED, SPIRIT-FILLED… THE NATIONS IN THEIR HEARTS INSTILLED

Copyright © Christina Milford | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |
(Chorus): Men, women need an apology from you
for playing with our emotions and when you know
you don’t mean us no good you want to stick around
to see if you can get in the pants
Men, women need an apology from you

(Verse 1): Remember when you said you would call last night
and you didn’t (I need an apology from you)
Remember when you lied like that other chick was just a friend
and she wasn’t
So you cheated on me (yeah, I need an apology from you)
Even though deep inside you knew I was your everything
Why come every time when we about to leave
you say baby please don’t go because I love you
Yet and still you show no actions
When you were cheating and step out on us 
so you could try to hide it (Men, we need an apology from you)

(Chorus): Men, women need an apology from you
for playing with our emotions and when you know
you don’t mean us no good you want to stick around
to see if you can get in the pants
Men, women need an apology from you

(Verse 2): Remember the times you called us out our names
but did you know when you do that
you might as well dis-respect your momma too
All you fellas who out here making the babies but can’t be man
and help raise what you create (yeah, we need an apology from you) 
Also, while you in and out acting like a child instead of being man
and realizing that materialistic things isn’t everything

(Chorus): Men, women need an apology from you
for playing with our emotions and when you know
you don’t mean us no good you want to stick around
to see if you can get in the pants
Men, women need an apology from you

Copyright © Deneshia Bryant | Year Posted 2007