Best Manly Poems
"Manly Men"
Manly Men are never alone
We have pride and honor to help keep us company.
Our strength's are many, both seen and un-seen alike.
Tangible and Invisible.
Manly men have no feminine side
We are natural leaders and fathers
We are Gentle and Kind
Protective and Vigilant
Nurturing and Giving.
In a manly way.
Manly Men sing and laugh
And embrace the mornings dawn
As another testament for their
Love of life and wife and family.
Manly Men cook and clean
We feed good food and make
Warm beds for all who come to stay.
It is our way to give and share
The honor we bear for being
Manly Men.
It is our way to love the day
and all those we take in our
care.
Beware you unkind, un-noble few
Our wrath we seldom show
Manly men face danger
And destruction we can
bestow.
A Manly man's embrace is wide and good
His smile can rule the day.
A manly man attracts good friends
and loves his family.
And they in turn, love him for who he is....
Their manly man.
So take a look at what you see
Be bold and strong and clear.
A manly man has nothing to fear
As long as his heart is true.
Stand Up, Be heard and sing
A manly mans good song.....
Life is good and great and kind
with a woman by his side.
He smells like dead butterflies.
i can still see the powdery color
from their wings on his skin
he's a canvas,
i'm watching him come to life
It seems that there is no shortage
of blind fools in the world today,
wishing that masculinity
would die, or whither away.
As if it were a simple choice,
and not written into our cells,
not realizing that without us
their future would not go well.
It may not be fashionable,
but that makes in no less true,
we need to teach both young and old
the value of manly virtues.
Ambition is a giant one,
and the most misunderstood,
but when channeled productively
it does us all enormous good.
The machines of the modern world
were not ordered by government,
but came from ambitious minds,
after years of toil spent.
The male need to be number one
gave us planes, computers, and cars,
so we teach our boys to use it,
and it takes society far.
Courage may be the most well-known,
and by many is called the best,
essential in a life that seems
an endless series of tests.
And those who test us never fail
to intimidate and make threats,
courage is what makes a man say,
“That’s as far as you’re gonna get.”
When you wish to cower and flee,
when the bullets fly for real,
it’s courage that stiffens the spine,
and makes men into hardened steel.
Then there comes Tenacity,
perhaps the strongest of the lot,
dismissed as mere ‘stubbornness’
by the folks who have not sought
to push a dream until its end,
to keep fighting until you’ve won,
in this grinding world stubbornness
is how all great things are done.
Not through strength or connections,
but by an endless force of will,
tenacity is what men use
to summit this life’s steep hills...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
...Loyalty, of all of them,
is the most lacking in our time.
But there’s untold importance in
staying true to those you find
who are sincere, honorable,
also true friends and family,
we build islands of refuge
in a sea of insanity.
Man’s great rock of stability
in the swirling dance of wrong,
loyalties, it is fair to say
are civilization’s bonds.
Finally, there is Aggression,
the hardest one to control,
but a good man who can fight hard
is more precious than even gold.
Some say we should abolish it,
that it does nothing but destroy,
forgetting that sometimes evil
is not something we can avoid.
And when evil seeks a victim,
it’s this virtue that it must meet,
were it not for male aggression
not a single soul would live free.
People who would dismiss these things,
who would lie and call them ‘toxic,’
strike me as people that inside
are frightened, broken, or sick.
To banish the traits that make us,
that built a world from sticks and stones,
comes off as mindless sophistry
from minds that are not yet grown.
And though they’ll never admit this,
I feel it must always be said,
were it not for the manly virtues,
we’d be concubines, slaves, or dead.
I love manly men.
I love men in tartan kilts
who wear them effusively.
What is under them?
Do they wear short pantaloons
that will not show under kilts?
Or just in the buff
that will allow air to flow
and cool what suspends beneath?
Regardless, I love
manly men in tartan kilts
who move with cool confidence.
I toast Scottish kilts,
and the bare-kneed manly men,
and Gael clans to which they’re bound.
May they never lose
their bold, cocksure demeanor
and ever display their plaids.
WHEN WE PONDER THE WRITTEN WORD.
WE MAY HEAR WHAT IS UNHEARD.
WE MAY HEAR PROFOUND THOUGHT.
WE MAY QUESTION THE RELIGION TAUGHT.
WHEN WE SEE WHAT'S NOT IN VIEW.
PECULIAR THINGS ARE SAID OF YOU.
YOU DON'T SAY PROFIT OR SELF PROCLAIMED.
YOU DON'T SEEK FORTUNE OR WORLDLY FAME.
ONCE YOU SAID YOUR VERY OLD.
YOU SIT AND WATCH THE WORLD UNFOLD.
I ASKED YOU WHY DO WE EXIST.
YOU SAID TO FACE TEMPTATION AND RESIST.
WHAT'S THE PURPOSE. SHOULD I BE SURPRISED.
THE ANSWER IS HERE BEFORE YOUR EYES.
TO BE FREE OF TEMPTATION, WILL SET YOU APART
TO VIEW THE WORLD AS A LIVING ART.
MANLY TROUSERS PRESSED INTO EJACTULATING SPATS THIS man of god large belly and buttons with a big gollywog voice \his madness of conviction for personal interpretation //behind psychosis and need for control.
ticks and rolls his eyes his lips rubberish proclaiming righteousness:
for dullards — persuasive. ]\
Both sides feed the madness; one side — a voice of God!
the other; REPENT so intelligence prevails,
while the spirit and soul snitches
weak mindsEAT confused souls.
the grey light of not KNOWING,
our lightheaded twic twoc inlgy attacks
a need for clarity.
a world spins unknowingly as though
consciousness is ether.
i too admit it is oppressive
how man espouses thoughts into reality!
lot of his physiognomy;
their manly trousers pressed into
ejaculating spats.
blind eye leads to face — well-runed.
THIS dance!
This trance! Silence breakers.
An old man in beige, like a janitor
in the back bedroom of a barrio waiting on the lid to drop.
the priest is dropping his trousers.
NARCOTICS: the ancient gods and our feelings towards them
a lance of fire – a brain with a mother’s milk.
a protective shield, thanks to the invention of machine
purity also possible for many.
NEED to know needs to know callousness accepts.
conduit and refined quartz weather radar connects,
the asphalt bridge crossing a broad river of chemicals
A DREAM, a heaven’s journeY.
The soul journeys through a desert of twisted words, a
psychic bubble where five guys in sandals watch a laser show
but not really see a cartoon mouse
and a smiley guy climbing the mountain that houses
a naked reptile with a webbed hand that flings
its claws.
Of kindness
:: 12.21.2020 ::
I once sported a manly beard,
a beastly beard had I.
But then on the farm, at the crack of dawn,
while my lady cheered,
she chopped it off, and while the cows mockingly mooed,
I quietly cried.
And with that, a little something inside of me died.
I would venture to guess it was my manly pride.
She brushed and whispered into my tickled ear
"Brian, how I pined for your lovely face,
and your youthful countenance.
You don't need a mane to rival a lion in ferocity
-you're sensitive and wise,
I can see it in your eyes,
and your words they always seem to make sense."
Who was I to debate with her?
Her words would lose weight
if I failed to concur.
We all have our faults, mine is sensitivity
Way too emotional, get hurt very easily
Should be tougher
Not a sweet old bugger
A real man but wearing a pink peony
the great bard says
we're all players *
that play many parts
but my shank hasn't shrunk
that the world's too wide for--
my manly voice fills it just fine
maybe after a pint or two
in mid-speech a word
(on the rarest occasion)
eludes me
so--
okay--when it does
--don't you dare
I'll find it myself
don't deny my muscle its exercise
don't cast me a child lost in oblivion
in my world I'm still the king
and please remind me (should I forget)
*From As You Like It by William Shakespeare
Ah, yes, the manly ritual.
How many times have we seen it?
We watch as the bill is presented,
and each man scrambles, reaching
for his wallet, a point of manly pride.
"This ones on me!"
"No, no, I'll get it!"
And so it goes.
Yet, when we look around
at the worldly banquet
of forests, earth and air,
where all have indulged,
in gleeful consumption
of this sumptuous meal,
we've drunk to the gills,
after dinner cigars are half-finished,
their fragrance fills the room.
All our appetites have been sated,
and the bill has been presented.
We see no manly scramble
for the wallets,
no manly ritual,
over who will pay the bill.
You think your being so clever
Please believe me there is never
A time I'll fall for your tricks
You are not so smart or slick
Trying to push me till you
Get what you need--I'll be blue
I've learned from my heartbreak past
Love like this will never last
It just ends up very bleak
When a lover tries to sneak
Around having an affair
But you better best beware
The lies your telling will not go
Your face is starting to show
The mistakes you have been hiding
Now you better be deciding
Where I will forcefully kick
Men like you make me so sick
Leave right now or you will be
Singing high notes for eternity
Moving faster my foot starts
Towards your favorite body parts
Hurry up, get out. leave
Or there will be no reprieve
From the actions I'll be taking
Leaving you in pain and shaking
.
eve's glister'n mirth
when i sing to her
soothez my deep
hern innardz rhapsodically
weep
when i add her name
mine prescious chavah
kiss’z me sweetly
‘til ourn
sleep