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Shadow of Death

My shadow flirts with the sun
As I caress the darkness
We are one and separate
As my shadow smiles
Anxiety suffocates me
The shadow will soon fade
I shall die
One happy, one not

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

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Ashen Snow

An innocence we used to know
As morning dourly turns to night
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

A cell phone yearning for hello
With hopes of answer growing slight
An innocence we used to know

Within a stampede’s torrid flow
Bifocals lost in jostled fright
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

A playbill from three days ago
Once read with wonder and delight
An innocence we used to know

Pillars raised in commerce glow
Now broken pencils thrown in spite
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

So many hearts in fervent throes
So many souls in heaven’s sight
An innocence we used to know
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

Chopped  - Poetry Contest
Playbill dated 08 Sep 2001
Cell Phone
Broken Pencil

-23 Oct 2014-

Copyright © david mohn | Year Posted 2014

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Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

--------- 8-29-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Slipping      slipping     sweet summer is    slipping      away,

Ebbing into the ocean of my memories.

Palpable is my changing mood when all too soon,

The Equinox arrives to     l  e  n g  t  h  e  n     shadows.

Enticed by cooler days and nights,

My birth month acquiesces, then brilliantly begins

Bursting forth in bright beguiling hues!

Elegies evoked in me by summer’s leaving still linger in my poetry.

Resolved to all of it - at last - I turn to the revelry of fall festivities.

Written 8/9/2015 Originally For the Birth Month Acrostic Poetry Contest 
Now for Julia Ward's Your Favourite Poem From AUGUST 2015 Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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9 11

                             America the Free  ~             America the Brave ~
                           Freedom with price              Capitalism attacked
                            the many taken                   hearts broken still
                              one World                           try to rebuild
                            sadness and tears               fall hard with fears  
                            guilt by association             many accused still
                             souls evaporated                shattered dreams 
                            tears fall on innocence          left with anger 
                             The proud fearless             knew the inevitable
                              policeman fireman             many lives lost
                            grieving does not stop           12 years later    
                               New York city once          proud  & shameless 
                             refusing to let fears in          protecting ours 
                                left in shock still              question's unanswered                    
                               nothing learned                     nothing gained  
                                ready to attack                   many left behind
                              anger greets denial              anger meets rage 
                               unacceptable still                 refusing new love 
                            wanting days to rewind           let us go back in time 
                              acceptance  allowing           the victims leave in peace
                              the brave taken young           leaving us sadly old
                               haunting dreams                     lost spirits dwell
                               no answers to hate            never forgetting that day
                               Evil entered suddenly              unforgiving fate
                                entering our City                we stand with the fallen
                                 How to fix                            how do we Change 

            This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Twenty Four Reasons to Die

The roses of September the first
They know the dance is almost over
Slowly the life shall bleed from the stem
Beauty shall wilt
The winds shall blow away the memories
Bagpipers four deep and six long
Shall march upon botanical grounds
In remembrance of those brave souls long ago
Stoic the march, the notes lingering in the air
Falling on the deaf ears, of the already departed
Two swords laid as the cross
Highland dances of youth,
Old photographs lieing burned in the trash

Marching forth, to old peoples applause
They march towards their own death
Overlook there, over the sea, look closer
Shall you see the dust that covers me?
Twenty four reasons to die
Yet here I am on the twenty fifth
Wishing for only one

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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Let autumn wind whisper its song
Summer sunshine rays from yesterday we remember
After a long and lovely summer,
it often feels like autumn kept going cold and gray
But the truth is that this is one of the most colorful month

Now comes the polar night and the storm's time is near
We celebrated Thanksgiving in connection with the harvest
Autumn is yellow, red and orange
This is perhaps the finest with the autumn
Take a hike and you will see how beautiful it is out there

Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

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September Day

September meets with warm embrace,
 quickening the harvest pace,
though looming autumn can't efface 
 what's left of summer's arid grace.

The linen hanging on the line 
 dances with the gust and shine,
while maypops heavy on the vine, 
 with honeysuckle, twist and twine.

The cool grass tickles naked feet 
 while weaned lambs in the distance bleat,
and find some shelter from the heat 
 'neath leafy canopy retreat.

The gentle wind so jaunt'ly plays 
 and tousles copper hair ablaze
like furious dancing autumn rays 
 from Mabon's fiery upraise.

Through rustling leaves the sunbeams glint,
 I catch the balm of sage and mint,
and every herb and floral scent
 blown to me by the wind's dissent.

Breathing deep olfactory prose
 until the old red rooster crows
waking me from my repose
 and from beneath the tree, I rose.

When as I rose, a red leaf fell, 
 wisping down its last farewell;
a changing season to foretell;
 the coming bounty doth compel.

Cicadas loudly buzz along 
 and sing their end of summer song,
o'er by the thorny brambles throng;
 unto the prairie they belong.

By and by, I turned my mind 
 back to the farm and daily grind,
collecting eggs where I can find; 
 inside the henhouse, else behind.

The hens put up a bitter fuss 
 with feathers flying from the truss, 
so I let out an angry cuss. 
 Still, they obliged; allowed me thus.

Upon it all, I took my leave, 
 finished with my blast and thieve
much to the angry birds' aggrieve; 
 giving them a day's reprieve.

Outside the coop, behind the fence, 
 my greedy boar approached me whence,
grunting for his recompense, 
 and so two eggs I offered thence.

Then on, as careful as I might 
 into the farmhouse kitchen white,
delivered up the shelled delight 
 to feed the morrow's appetite.

Upon the ending of this chore, 
 I happened back outside once more,
to watch the day fade into lore, 
 and Luna make her grand encore.


Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2017

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Rambling Indiangrass Long

Rambling Indiangrass long, skirt folds hide shy pale knees, untied hair flies flirty breeze - asters in basket throng with purity of wild white in wicker natural, petals pressing tactual absorbed in beauty quite spectacular. With my hand I brush the sways of gold, towheaded seedpods add bold plumed flourish to the land. Feathered heads rising to peek ‘bove teal blades turned yellow graceful in ripened mellow, silky Autumn mystique. Susan Ashley September 23, 2018 _________________________ ~ Eighth Place ~ Contest: Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018 Sponsor: Dear Heart *Rambling: to walk aimlessly or idly over or through. To wander around in a leisurely manner.*

Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018

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The Magic of September Wind

The Magic of September Wind IMPORTANT NOTE: I have changed this Poem into a love Song with some changes here and there and soon you can hear this Song on my music channel on You Tube RavindraKK1 or on my Radio Jango's 'Ravindra K Kapoor Radio' Or use (copy & paste) the URL: The cool soothing breeze, Which blows today, Shall not be the same, Touching my heart tomorrow. The night Moon which peeps, From behind the moving clouds, Shall be telling, A different story tomorrow. The stars which appears to be, Singing a Song, When the cool wind touches, May not twinkle with a smile tomorrow. The alluring clouds, Which moves and swings in the sky, With the dancing leaves and trees, Will be forming some new shapes tomorrow. The butterflies and birds, Which sings a joyous song, To welcome the blooming flowers and wind, May not be spreading their wings tomorrow. The Rainbow which has opened, Gateway of colors to invite and welcome, The migrating birds of September, May not be visible even after Rains tomorrow. All that moves and fills my heart, With the beauty of Nature and the magic of Love, May be pleasing some other eyes, And it wouldn't be called mine tomorrow. But the joy and love they have given to me, While enchanting my mind and heart, Will never vanish from the thoughts of my mind, and It would remain there as a Song for today and tomorrow. Ravindra Kanpur India 07th September 2012 Protected under the Poetry Soup provisions of Copy writes.

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2012

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Picture Perfect -Contest

September skies stilled
Butterflies go unnoticed 
Nature holds secret

Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2015

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I Tasted Summer

I tasted summer…
It sure tasted good
I was dying for a sip
Of my iced coffee CHINO
Only in Cyprus…
My drug of choice
Crushed ice with sweetened coffee
In the evenings
succulent watermelon treats
Eating it all with relish
Even the seeds
what greed!

I tasted summer…
In that first dive into the pool
How cool!
Immersed in liquid delight
Open eyes
I touched the bottom of the pool
Two dolphins painted there
Let me have my way...
I did a handstand
Legs pointed straight up into the air
The water running down my legs
Straight up....I held on

In my element
My hair flowing around me
As I did my strokes
Diving in and out of the water
A fish…
That's how I got described
by the one who watched,
"Your so agile"

Such exuberance
I thought…OH…this is better...
Better that a sensual high
There was I
Gliding in and out
Water above, below, all around
Carrying me
Splashing around me
loving me
Playing...playing with my hair
Saturating my soul
With giddiness

Muted sound
Below the surface
I swim underwater
The width of the pool
I thrust up for air
Water slides off my body
The sun kisses me
Applauding the feat
I taste summer
It sure tastes good

Salty scent in my hair
My body slathered in sunscreen
Sand clinging to me
The beach
My sensing feasting
On every single thing...
My eyes delighted

A small September crowd
Enjoys the breeze
that creates the waves
I wade into the water
Intake of breath
I squeal
It's refreshingly cold
The water laps at my legs
crawling further and further up
Making me gasp
I submerge
I laugh

I dive into the waves
One by one
I play...
I push myself high
My face to the shore
They pound on my back
I take a deep breath and let them roll over me
Enjoying the roughness
That "out of control" feeling
This is greater than me

And then
I lie back
I float
Blue above
White puffs: baby angel breath clouds
I let the sun ravish
The water carries me
I forget everything
My mind blank like the blue sky
There is nothing but the NOW
And there am I
Tasting summer
Salty and sweet
September treat
And happy
Oh, so, happy, am, I!

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Under September skies

One night all alone in the garden
Under September skies;
The moon was gone but the starlight shone
And glowed like your beautiful eyes.
Away from the shimmer and lamplight
I stood so lonely there;
While the noise of the throng was loud in song
And floated on the air.

You looked down through the starlight
And I looked up at you;
A memory came that I could not name
A feeling unknown and new.
We were lovers for a short time only
So why should I feel such pain?
To know you would go where tomorrow
Would not bring you to me again.

The time that flies fast between us
Can never be captured I know;
For hours now sleep and eyes now weep
As the turmoil spins below.
But I know that I shall remember
Though I will try my best to forget;
How I looked in your eyes under September skies
After the moon had set

Copyright © elizabeth wesley | Year Posted 2011

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The Clanking Chain of Wild Geese

The Clanking Chain of Wild Geese

I was watching the September sky every day,
With a hope to once again get a glance,
Of the clanking chains of those lovely wild geese,
That suddenly appears with their music melodies,
But quietly they disappear every year, 
Like a Rainbow that comes and gets lost gradually.

No one knows when like a rainbow,
The wild geese would appear suddenly,
While changing their forms like clouds in the sky,
Mesmerizing our eyes for few seconds or more, and then,
Disappearing in the sky, like the dim vanishing evening.

The wild geese often appear in the sky,
Forming a shape like the garland of God,
And quickly changing shapes, like our emotions,
While moving in the sky like an arrow,
They sing the joyous songs of today, not tomorrow. 

Forgetting the past and the future like an arrow,
Which keeps running, until it reaches its marrow,
The destination to pierce a heart,
They create either a joy or sorrow,
While singing a song of today, not tomorrow.

Oh, September sky I watch,wonder with ,
And hope to see  them once again,
My childhood friends wild Geese,
Coming from north and vanishing in south,
Like my thoughts which arise and fall.

But this year, I did not see the winged necklaces of God,
Neither could I see a rainbow being formed,
Nor even hear  their chorus like songs,
No clanking of wings, No music of their joys,
No rise and fall of images like thoughts,
No sounds and music touching my heart.

One day,  I was stunned to hear,
The species of goose are in great danger,
Man has stolen many of even God’s necklaces,
The rainbow of birds and the grandeur of sky,
A great heritage of Nature is vanishing before our eyes.

Oh, my sweet friend,
Will I ever be able to see and hear you again?
When you would clank your wings, in the windless sky,
Creating a dance and music, on such lofty heights,
Where no musician can ever fly,
With a hope till I am here on this earth my friend,
I would keep waiting and watching 
For you O wild Geese in the September sky.

Kanpur India. 1st Oct. 2010

Dedicated to my loving wife Dr. Shashi Kapoor, as a birthday gift for her
Birthday on 2nd Oct. who loves animals and birds more than any thing

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

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Fading from life

it’s always august’s end
september’s beginning
that bothers me the most

i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips

the trees are now painted 
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end

the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall

the trees will soon stand 
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
each ending
as i watched them 
fall from life
amongst summer’s end


Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013

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Cross-Eyed Woman -Limerick-

Cross eyed woman had a nasty fall after running into a brick wall she was hit over the head with a big loaf of bread while trying to play basketball. Copyright Cynthia Jones Sept.23/2004

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

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The Wheel in September

I've startled a frog, who leaps in flashes.
He and a grasshopper zig-zag away.
The lawn whispers mildly, in tune with the sun,
Yet something's amiss--the air is unsettled.
Squirrels and I stash away seeds,
salvaged from spent, rain-ravaged beds.
Bees are now torpid and cling to the mums.
Bedraggled zinnias give up the ghost.

What becomes of the Grim Reaper's harvest,
of creatures who cannot withstand the strain?
The mystery hides in an infinite point--
the one in the center of The Great Hub--
the crux of a myriad transformations.

Copyright © Carol Mays | Year Posted 2015

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Welcome September

Welcome September with a brand new moon
New and exciting beginnings occur
Planting new seeds to fulfill new fruit soon
Falling in love with  autumn cool breeze stir

Life elegance to be September trees
Sounds of strumming strings unfurl brittle limbs
Fall breeze a soothing kiss of amber leaves
Enchanting they fall round and round with wings

Fickle gaiety among festive days
Departing summer amid cooler nights
My spirit’s pureness admires and sings praise
The last of harvest corn dollies delights 

Remember September   as Fall enters 
Surrendering to   hints of cool winter

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

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September's End

as the morning rose
charcoal feathery clouds
blended with the ebony backdrop
of night

the yellow shimmer
of the falcate moon
offered little light

the air was thick
with smokey white trails
that lifted from damp lawns

my mind drifted
like tires on asphalt
trying to remain grounded
on the roadway

another gray Monday 
setting my mood
this last day of September

memories bled
less red than the edges
of  these clouds
as the sun began her rise

my thoughts shifted
much like this day
life towards death
then back again

the pink splashes
in sun's wake
reminded me of you
and your wake

the air chilled me
like a kiss from cold lips
as they part from life

yet memories warmed me
like the touch of sun
as it beat down
from skies that now
match the blue of my own eyes

the clouds have all faded
much like life did
from eyes that closed
that final time

though the trees
are changing like the times
i see through the green
the orange, yellow, red
peeking through the edges
awaiting to take flight in the wind
and spiral down
grounded in death

the air is thick this morning
as i choke on tears held back
in remembering September again

Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013

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BOMBS xxxxxxxxxx           HOPE                               
RUINS xxxxxxxxxxx             PEACE
DRONES xxxxxxxxx                  LOVE 

MEMEME xxxxxxxxx                    KIND
xx EGOEGO  xxxxxx                         NESS
DIVISION   xxxxxxx                     COM
*** HIERARCHY ***                            PASSION
HEGEMONY xxxxxxx                 EMPATHY                                                 
HELL BENT  DOGMA                      
xxxxxxx CONCRETE                   S      R                                              << <<
TOWER xxxxxxxxxx                T       E                                              <<<
xxxxxxx CONCRETE              E        S                  ////// PLAIN PLANE  MAD  TERROR~~~
ILLUSION xxxxxxxx                E     E                   \\\\\\ BAD HUMAN FLIGHT ERROR~~~              
xxxxxxx CONCRETE                   L     R                                              WIN
DECEPTION  xxxxxx                    E     V        CRUS                               GS <<
DEFENCE  xxxxxxxx                      D     E         HED                                                                                                                        
DELUSION  xxxxxxx
DECLINE xxxxxxxxx                   HELP
DELUGE  xxxxxxxxx                            HELP US

xxxx CAPITAL xxxxx                       MULTI    
*** MILITARY xxxxx                                  CULTURE
xxxxINDUSTRY xxxx                                SKIN                   
xxxxxxxx   POVERTY                                          TONE
GREED xxxxxxxxxxx                 COLOUR
xx DISCRIMINATION                           BLIND
COLONIALISATION x                           ONE RACE
CIVIL WAR xxxxxxxx                                  SOCIAL REST
UNCIVIL WAR  xxxxx                       TRUCE TRUTH

xxxxxx DIE-VERSITY                   DIVERSITY
xx  SHARES STOCKS                           CO
xxxxxx   HIERARCHY                             OPERATION
SHACKLES   xxxxxxx                          FREEDOM
DOMINATION xxxxxx                               LIBERTY 
DESTRUCTION xxxxx             xxxx HAPPINESS xxxx               
xxxx INEQUALITY  xx             xxxx JUSTICE  xxxxxx
xxxx  MONEY  xxxxxx             xxxx   EQUALITY xxxx


Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016

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September morn flutters its bright wings Radiant colors of love and joy it all brings Never just a dream Drizzles fuse with summer air in delight Rainbow looms are strewn in vast site They perfectly prim September smiles brandish vibrantly on air Virgon-Libran Stars pace dazzlingly in flair Trees arc overhead Gilded crackers carpet densely around Others in streaky flames stud…abound Let’s frolic and tread September aroma wafts, whirls… swirls Bracing breeze bounces, dances, twirls A lavish confetti-bearer Overture of year’s most awaiting parts Enchanting hues rain from the start Ber Months’ fun greeter Sept. 23, 2016 (Fri) 9.59pm ©2016Leonora Galinta
I wrote this poem to greet you all lovingly a Very Happy and Blessed September! Also, a very Happy Birthday to the September Celebrants especially to our very dear poet and friend, Andrea D. Her very special day was last Sept 5. Once again, Happy, Happy Birthday! This poem is for You and for all my/our dear Septemberian poetic friends. Wishing you the BEST in life especially Good Health, Happiness and Success. Biggest and sweetest hugs from me. I Love and miss you all!

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2016

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four years

lying in the tangled white sheets
hair mussed i can still feel your touch
where you loved me and i loved you.

your scar on the side of your cheek
a piece of shrapnel embedded
you said you'd come home in a week.

it's august now  come september
four years exactly you've been gone
your heart forever within her.


Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2016

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Autumn Equinox

Toss the ground around make the colours stand out loud
Rub your fairy boots in the dust, the autumn leaf is a must
The air has a nip that makes your cheeks aglow
The wheel turns now way before the snow

Rustic colours tumble and fall
How do you prepare for it all
Pull out the jumpers
Stoke the timbers high
Dont forget to look up at the sky

The dreamers are here
The wheel keeeps on going around
Souls Gather here on the earthly ground
Hark all the elements are Making a beautiful sound

Drums roll and the Fires are lit to Roar 
Okay here it comes the new season you were waiting for
Lets gather around and come and celebrate and honour
Take an eternal vow before our Father and Mother

Oh how the wheel turns my soul
Makes me light aflame inside 
My meditation is whole now I can abide!
Spitfire and fireworks sparklers will light and be burning
Time will always be told and the wheel will still be turning.....

Copyright © Gail Lewis | Year Posted 2016

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A Prayer for September 11th

My god you call us to be faithful
and while we are not always successful, 
me not always with fervor, 
do not turn a deaf ear to my prayer.
They come into our country in deceit, 
striking blows against the innocent.
They take lives that are not theirs to take.
We have gone to protect the faultless.
Now they come to murder the blameless.
Returning our goodness with vileness.
Allow Satan to punish their immorality.
When they are judged, let the verdict be guilty.
Let their punishment match the grief they have stirred.
Widow's black for all the curs.
I praise my God Yahweh, 
for he is in my heart always.
Let us not seek retaliation, 
but let my Lord be our retribution.

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That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!

Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2014

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Women's Rules For Men -Not a Poem-

#1 Put the toilet seat down. What woman wants to end up falling into the toilet in the middle of the night? #2 Stop changing the channel. Believe me guys, when women are trying to watch a soap opera, you best leave the remote alone. #3 Put your own dirty clothes in the laundry. I hate picking up crusty socks. #4 Stop farting at the table. Do you mind? I'm trying to eat. #5 Excuse yourself when you burp. And they say our children have to have manners. #6 Roll your own damn cigarette. When was the last time you rolled me one? #7 Clean your messes up. Trust me guys, you're a bunch of slobs. #8 Don't call me stupid. We women are just as smart, if not smarter than you are. #9 Move out of my way. When a woman is trying to get something done, the man always stands in the middle of the room. #10 Turn the music down. I know you guys love your music loud, but sheesh! #11 Get out! The least you guys could do is give us a little privacy in the bathroom. #12 Do it yourself. I'm sure you guys are smart enough to do things on your own. #13 Get it yourself. Guys, get your lazy, fat butts off the couch and make your own sandwich. #14 Use your manners. We don't like being told what to do without a simple please and thank you. #15 Take your boots off at the door. Women hate it when men carry dirt into the house after just cleaning the floors. #16 Shut up! When we are trying to watch a movie, that means we are trying to hear it too. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Sept.24/2004 I know some of these sound mean. No offense guys.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015