Best Womankind Poems
I will not dim my light so you can shine
I will not still my voice so you can scream
I will not quench my blaze so you can burn
I will not hush my thoughts so you can dream
I will not stifle truth so you can preach
I will not slink away so you can claim
I will not be demure so you can boast
I will not bend my head so you can blame
I will not hide my thirst so you can drink
I will not stave my wants so you can eat
I will not follow, just to let you lead
I will not stand so you can take my seat
Equality is what I’m striving for
The days must end when men demand to rule
My voice will not be silenced; all will hear:
A woman is a blessing, not a tool
She is the beauty of bejeweled night
She is the wonder of the dawning day
Her wisdom she can temper with her might
She is the one to show Compassion's way
You do her wrong when you suppress her song
When callus hearted-mind sees but her form
Her virtue is her gentle loving soul
Tranquility is she when not the storm
I will not be untrue to gendered grace
to fit the manly notions of your mind
I’ll speak and love and laugh, and yes, I’ll thrive!
With pride I’ll see you bow to womankind
Eileen Manassian
Brutes, in name of God, to show their might,
fixed laws, that you’d succumb like measly sheep.
Womankind, kind woman, rise and fight.
Innocents of war with smiles once bright,
ravished; tossed like garbage in a heap,
angels hovering nigh have you in sight.
Faithful brides, for something less than trite,
set on fire in their beds as they sleep.
Kind woman, womankind, your soul‘s in flight.
Girls in huts, legs spread, cry out in fright.
A ritual to mutilate cuts deep.
Angels from on high do hear your plight.
Wives in their own homes (not all is right),
beaten, hush their children not to weep.
Womankind, kind woman, comes the night. . . .
Sisters, don’t be wearied by the blight.
For what they sow, God’s told us they shall reap.
Angels have prepared you robes of white.
Kind woman, womankind, hold tight your light.
For the 'TRIBUTE TO WOMEN' Poetry Contest
What due is this, O feline fierce,
for what affront thus penalized
with calibrated nips that pierce
for soft caress unauthorized?
T’was you with brazen move unasked
who burnished coat upon my limb.
What dire affect iconoclast
did stir your feral feline whim?
The cat is oft like womankind
beyond man's feeble intellect,
a primal spirit state of mind,
requiring manners circumspect.
SHE DRIVES ME UP THE WALL
She drives me up the wall like a slave-driver
O yes, she does ! but even though she may wield
the rod in her hand ever so threateningly at me
At the slightest suspicion of insubordination,
Leaving me cowering with fear, I love her just the same,
Perhaps much more than I ‘ve ever loved anybody else before!
I may ‘ve become certifiable as a result, who knows,
But whatever the case may be,
pray don’t judge me harshly until you ‘ve heard me out.
I love her for the same farcical reason that Socrates
Ostensibly loved that cantankerous woman Xantippe.
By temperament and upbringing, I find a woman who
Stands up to a man much more appealing than one
Who’s obsequious and complaisant!
What happened to me, therefore, was no accident but a
quantum leap; I had no control what so ever over the turn of events
That got us this far in our fledgling relationship.
Ever since I met her, my life, which had hitherto been
Fairly peaceful and uneventful, has, all of a sudden,
Taken a dramatic turn.
And like a minx, she has so turned my head around
I can’t tell for certain whether I am coming or I am going!
Suffice to say I’ve been acting up silly and rather foolishly
For a grown up person (I don’t know whether or not I still
Have any semblance of an ego left, what with this
Attractive je ne sais quoi I find so irresistible about her!)
Oh no, don’t tell me I’ve been doing this all for the
Wrong reasons ! or that I am laying it on thick.
It’s only me who knows exactly what I am feeling.
Besides, I am not talking morals here, I am talking
About what it feels like to love somebody to a fault.
If she did walk out on me now I can guarantee you
That would certainly be the death of me!
I am sure that’s not what you would all like
To see happen to me just yet unless of course
You’ve been spoiling for my death while pretending to be my friends.
When all else is said and done, I’d rather be
Henpecked than let go of this maverick specimen of womankind
Who has lodged herself in my life uninvited,
Making it her home, and has since then never failed
To drive me up the wall like a slave-driver with her rod.
Not only is she good sport, but like a morning
Star she’s such fun to be with, I promise you!
OLIVER MUKEMU
In Praise of Women
By Elton Camp
How thankful I am for womankind
Who for bearing babies are designed
If all us men could the same to do
There might be one, but never two
It’s a thought I cannot abide
Having another person inside
To think you, for months, are fated
To wake up each morning nauseated
There’s nothing to do but to understand
For most of a year your waist will expand
And when about halfway done
Baby starts to have much fun
He must think it’s quite a trick
To give his mother a hard kick
And still bigger, bigger grows he
Till mother out of balance will be
Atop her bladder he does perch
Up and down he likes to lurch
To the bathroom she has to go
Most every time the kid does so
If a baby stood on my bladder
It would be a serious matter
It wouldn’t be very neat
Being stomped by his feet
Then the baby begins to knock at the door
“You can’t keep me inside here anymore.”
Female pelvis is made quite wide
Between the bones baby can slide
Daddy’s broad at shoulder and narrow at hip
So there’s not enough room for a baby to slip
So the main thing I want to say
“For women give a big hooray!”
Some days the trouser snake wont sleep,
he has a simple mind, to take me to the place
men like, that rests with womankind
And in a dance when only twenty, tight
trousers were the rage, young waist and
body pressed to mine he popped out of
his cage
His size increased to take the stage while
girls at side did giggle, to see this creature
kick and jump, to ‘Beatles’ fiesty jiggle
So I sat down while he stood up, I cursed
and swore to kill him, while maiden fair
with thighs of gold pretended not to see him
And later when I walked her home, and asked
her for a date, she answered yes and coyly said,
”Don’t forget your mate”
womankind has been around for a while
hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile
been known by many names starting with Eve
Boadicea, Cleopatra and Genevieve
she can fly-by-night, be out with the bats
purring and prowling with sly slinky cats
never a tame girl, sometimes receptive
with hidden secrets, deep and deceptive
see her in twilight, creature in the dark
flames flickered when she was Joan of Arc
think she has been here for just a few years?
think again, them hills they flow with her tears
woman has been teacher for aeons of time
wrote most of " Homer ", taught Plato to rhyme
as Archimedes' hand-maid, she had a laugh
when he shouted " Eureka, get me out of the bath! "
around when Adam gave out those spare ribs
her name is on parchment writ with rare nibs
her time here with us, a mere interlude
battles over centuries, a bitter feud
with men from the past and future I'm told
man on her arm, just her latest cuckold
well-rounded dame or seriously slim
cheerful demeanour or chief sister grim
close-quarter woman talking loud and fast
words over-taking like a blast from the past
so hard to keep up, so hard to break in
leave you behind in the wake of her din!
what's this I hear, is she now slowing down
pausing for men, is she wearing a frown?
perhaps she's starting to shuffle the deck
departure dreaming on a very long trek
maybe no point in moving on once more
the greater challenge is here at the door
as men they shout " I am invincible
I've the biggest Archimedes Principle! "
late at night she now walks the floorboards
seeking a new role, a song with new chords
" where and when will I go, who will I be
will I stay in this land or else oversea ? "
men of the future and men of the past
treasure this woman as head of the cast
whenever, wherever, whoever you are
she will always twinkle, shine like a star
bring her some chocolate, bring her some wine
make sure she stays and has a good time
but watch at midnight in case she's outside
all alone by the road hitching a ride
silver moonbeam and finest curb crawler
then down to the port and onto a trawler
far out to sea where she thinks of those days
when Gods fought Neptune for sight of her gaze
In Praise of Women
By Elton Camp
How thankful I am for womankind.
Who for bearing babies are designed.
If all us men could the same to do,
There might be one, but never two.
It is a thought I cannot abide,
Having another person inside.
To think you, for months, are fated
To wake up each morning nauseated.
There’s nothing to do but to understand
Most of a year, your waist will expand.
And when about halfway done,
Baby starts to have much fun.
He must think it’s quite a trick
To give his mother a hard kick.
And still bigger, bigger grows he
Till mother out of balance will be.
Atop her bladder he does perch.
Up and down he likes to lurch.
To the bathroom she has to go
Most every time the kid does so.
If a baby stood on my bladder,
It would be a serious matter.
It wouldn’t feel so very neat
Being stomped by little feet.
Then the baby begins to knock at the door.
“You can’t keep me inside here anymore.”
Female pelvis is made quite wide
Between the bones baby can slide.
Daddy’s broad at shoulder and narrow at hip
So there’s not enough room for a baby to slip.
And I now have this final word here to say:
It is just this, “For all women, a big hooray.”
Deep in the shrine, sins
Deep in the courtroom, injustice
Deep in the costume, exposure
Deep in the constitution, lawlessness
Inside the adulthood, puberty
Deep in motherhood, breastlessness
In the paternity, womankind
In the smiles, sorrowfulness
Inside the forces, idleness
On the holiness, sacrilege
For the oaths, hypocrisy
In those appeals, bendlaws
In the beddings, no siesta
Deep in the dreams, nightmares
And in love, hatemongers
In friendship, betrayals
Deep in charity, parity
Inside volunteers, opportunities
In the nations, stations,
In the stations, nepoties
In a professor, knowlessness
In the schools, copiers
For the democracy, demos
Inside the hopes, pessimism
Condemned by God to slither thus
for tempting Eve to bite
the snake at first stood tall and proud
and always was upright.
Alas since then he has to hide
prepared to make his strike,
tempting again the fairer sex
who led him to this plight.
So legless, withered, long or short
condemned by female pride
the snake is ready to grow tall
and find a place to hide.
For when his moment cums at last
he's proud and tall and strong,
then spits with pleasure at the ones
temptation strung along.
And thus it satisfies the need
inbred in all it’s kind
by bringing forth the fruits of love
......to feed all womankind!
Ivor G Davies
Y DO NOT U TURN INTO A FROG, HOP ON A LILI PAD AND FFLOAT
I am so mother ******g fed up
Fed up with an overflowing cup
Filled with ******s who open their mouths just to prove how stupid they are
The one’s who can’t even twinkle yet think themselves a star
I am so ****i**ng fed up their galactic depravity
Women who think they are angels but are defied by gravity
They can all kiss my sexy white ass for all I care
Because these women make their feelings clear
They’re all the greatest, the smartest et. al.
And when asked to leave, while rejoicing, I shall
Ms. Perfect, Ms. Intelligence and Ms. Hypocritical Jew
Oh, and don’t forget the bi*ch Ms.“I don’t want to change you”
They should all stick their fingers in their mouths to muffle their verbal vomit
And as for me I want to vomit because their intelligence is as rare as Haley’s comet
My last “client” at least paid very very well
However I would rather be destitute then to become Mr. I’m married to Ms. Hell
Then there is the latest pool who phools only number one
And believe me, with all the lies about not changing me I wish I had me a gun
She shoots off her self-serving lies with an agenda apparent
And quite evidently she makes as good a lover as she does a parent
Sorry baby, but you’re simply the latest lady lacking a brain
Another imbecile who let love eddy down the drain
And honey there are thousands of you………… Ms. Stupidity
But baby, unfortunately for womankind there’ a precious few of me
© 2012.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee~
pad and float away FREE CEE
You, unforgettable lass
Wined and dined by champion stuff
Chose me singlehandedly
Disdaining emblem, lance and ruff
I turned out to be minstrel though
Luckless wayward troubadour
Flitting past from post to post
Stringing harps and often poor
Lamented bald and ribald all,
‘That epitome of womankind
Should languish in the arms of such
Fool, who’s always left behind’
Stunned, however, I remain
When each morning brings to me
Still today at sixty plus
Like morning dew your loving glee
BLEEDING SOUL
My mad desire
Why push me to the wall
With a corrupted ego
That had now blown my consciousness
And sadly departed me
In this cloud of sin
Armed with none, near goodness
Except a bad quest
In pursuit, I made a mistake
Trusted a spear in the ribs of womankind, Gloria
Instead I bleed of pungents of infidelity
So closing my path to cleanness
Tell me now, my senseless thirst
What shall I do, to be me?
Be myself of blessed stock
Be myself of repented soul
When this world comes to an end
When Jesus comes, Heaven reigns
A hurricane of perfection
Come to my rescue, this hour
Blow me naked of my dark clothe
A sea of Awareness
Come to my aid, Drown me deep
And leave me to heal, heal from ............
As you shine, sun of re creation
Burn me up
For my image to be remolded
This is a bleeding souls pain
The regret, the betrayals, the wounds
To atone my worthlesness
She isn’t a plain Jane, beautiful almond
Eyes behind amber frames reach into
Your heart, grasping your roaring waterfall
Beating love, leaving you breathless.
Her warm smile like a friend,
Feelings in tune to absorb the pain
Of barbwire words and melancholic
Quicksand.
A childlike laugh sings to your ear
With melody and harmony, causing
Knees to crumble like a house of cards.
A lithe dancing figure as entrancing
To the soul and mind as bliss
Will humanly allow. Her gait sways
Like a lioness stalking prey, slow,
Deliberate with every soft crunch
Of grass.
Skin, a light mocha with cream around pink,
Pouty, kissable lips and hair like forest sap under
An orange spring morning glow changes
Sorrow to joy, hate to love, and madness to sanity.
A woman showing every gift of wit, passion,
And peace has nature at her whim; a cool
Breeze under a sweltering sun, a fire
Place on an icy-chill winter night,
Seasons unto herself adorning the serenity
Of every landscape.
Celestial oracles call her goddess, we know
Her as Jane, a legend to men and benefactor
To womankind
Will thou remember me while adventures sought
On timbered ship of mast and sail
Cross seas so danger fraught
Or will exotic lands cause my visage to pale
Receding over time in thy dreams
as though I don deep veils
As you follow stars, I beseech moonbeams
To guide you safely onto shore
and betimes return to me
Mayhap I will become just a tale of yore
That you recall on storm tossed nights
when your mind is beset and sore
So while thou art here and our hearts unite
Within mine arms, I'll fill thy mind
I'll not let the sea win without a fight
Her siren's song seafaring men will follow blind
Mayhap the sea has met her match in me; womankind
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