Best Philosophymen Poems
She thought by marrying an older man
She would forever look young in his eyes
He led the way, ‘twas a child that held his hand
Until he met with an early demise
Older now, she finds herself attracted
To young men more likely to outlive her
But my, oh my, how her peers reacted
With choices she made, they could not concur
Fiftyish gal with a thirtyish mate
He showers her with such great affection
And he doesn’t mind she can’t procreate
But from old friends she's scorned by rejection
These friends have husbands who are cheating now
For men have desires to feel young as well
Their marriages hang from a fragile bough
As these men fire blanks at much younger belles
*Entry for Dr. Ram’s “Cougar Effect” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
When men were more primal, they were suspicious of all outside their clan,
they would band together for survival, still today suspecting won't give way and
lives in the heart of each, and every man. It goes by the name of indifference, the
demon that breeds with hate. Now there's been a revival, but all men are still
tribal, a victim of our fate. We all must fight this demon, for it is our very souls we
have at stake.
I never considered myself racist, because I did not hate. but I did not love; I did
not feel, and I didn't even think. Men of another color were so little to me. I did not
hate them, I did not loathe them, I just let them be. They were the object of my
indifference, said that demon deep in me; buried too deep to see, the demon that
would not go free.
It is few men that get to look within, at the indifference they have sown. Fewer
men still get the change to kill, that demon in their soul. At the birth of my
grandson Jordan, who was fathered by a race not my own. Love for that child
shined bright through my heart, so that demon in me I could see. The object of
my indifference my grandson could never be. His love I now hold, it fill the hole in
my soul where a demon once lived in me.
True resurrection starts
When human minds and hearts
Leave sacrificial arts
To claim their lives on earth
The highest gods of worth
That men can know.
When sacrificing dies,
The human soul will rise
In hand and tongue and eyes
Till "I" is then adored
The one heroic sword
That all men know.
And independence, true,
Will run dependence through,
And Time will glow.
God made all women pretty so men would like them.
God made all women beautiful so men would love them.
God also made many a woman with a very low IQ.
It was the only way God could get some women to love men too.