When God laid out the plan for humanity,
A blueprint of love was interwoven in the tapestry.
Threaded layers went beyond any cotton, silk, or wool,
As a final finished garment, covered mankind in full.
Throughout this design, men and women were the key.
Not always in perfect unison, when they would disagree.
Yet as companions, they fought the darkness, unto the light,
As equal partners, no matter gender, to survive the fight.
This plan, though seemingly simple, was far more complex,
When power sought its hierarchy, and segregate sex.
It is here the battle continues, where the greed must be denied,
And the heavenly architecture created, may be fully applied.
While there exists more hope and faith, than utter disbelief,
That's driven by love and equity, in the relief.
It shows regardless of the differences, among the family of man,
The foundation is firmly rooted, in this master plan.
Flower blooms heaven in seventh-year warps,
yet, Coryanthes, the Bucket Orchid,
is an odd flower. The lip's limited
into a water-filled bucket; bugs, oops,
fall in, but can't fly out, it’s not for show.
Evolution shaped, for thousands of years,
the male orchid bees as equal partners.
The orchid makes a scented chemical
that's used by male bees to court female bees.
To get the perfume, male bees drop into
the flower’s bucket and go through snags to
escape, freeing pollen stuck on bodies.
Males now have perfume to attract females,
and pollen to pollinate -- love now sells.
For nearly three decades
She had been ruthlessly explored
Losing her identity, her independence
Her man always looking at her
Through his own selfish lens
She awaited discovery
Finding the ‘Real Me’
His liaisons
And ways of fun
Further freezing the cold relationship
Now for him
An unlucky turn of events
Meant
Some flattery, some importance given to her
So, the other day he said,
‘Let’s go on a discovery trail.’
She, as per her habit, remained silent
Knowing perfectly well
The endeavour would fail
And so they went
Hundreds of kilometres away
He searching for
That missing connect
Forgetting that in any pact
Both parties are equal partners
Unlike what happens here
His words always dominating hers
Now they’ve come back
Without any success
Their relationship in the same mess
But she happy at being again closer to home
At home, at ease
Her nearly three years of self-discovery
Result of
A lucky turn of events
Giving her oodles of confidence
An obvious comparison
Between two men
She has finally found
Her source of joy
Oh Boy!
She has eventually discovered
As the world rightly notices
From her boundless glee-
The ‘Real Me’
Steam driven ashes and lava from volcanoes
Obscure tomorrows
Exploding from bean pods and tomatoes
Beseeching and seeking halos
Our lives require
To earn a rebirth
Inspire and inquire
Whether a new berth
Becomes of the essence
In the path the future offers
Despite the intensive care unit defence
Happiness in bloom proffers
To decrease the harm
Self destruction and self deceit
Can inflict when calm
Vanishes into the precinct whose welcome receipt
Determines if our happiness hangs on the thread
Lost in the complexity and cohesion in the spiderweb
Enmeshed in the labyrinth whose bedstead
Holds the secret to our arrival and survival on the World Wide Web
Where happiness navigates
Searching for you and I
Not as surrogates at Sorrows’ Gates
But as equal partners in debunking a fatal lie.
I dream of a divine world
where i could be free
where freedom has the greatest of names
projecting sweet liberty, heart strong democracy
man made morality
too whose authority!
we place in each other
and in this great enlightenment
we the people
dared to be free
Now! in the eye's of our children
all men and woman a like
can strand up, as equal partners
with a better life and liberty
forged in codes of conduct
too let not our freedom
take us over
but to have a define
place on the greater good!
well! its just a dream of a Second class citizen
I see you
and
WHAM
insides twisting
heart racing
everything spirals out of control.
Jealousy spews its
emerald poison through
my heightened veins.
Longing and loathing
are equal partners in
my extreme discomfort.
It's not hate -
not quite -
but an aversion that seems
to know no bounds.
The sight of your
face fills me with
envy
disgust
and
maybe just a little
desire.
Desire for friendship
for your attention
for your approval.
In the hopes that it might
calm the tumultuous churning
of my soul.
I yearn for peace that
seems so hard to grasp;
to best you, to be you
either way I want to
conquer you
so you can no longer flaunt
your existance
over my meager self.
The heart of a man thrives wholly
with the respect of a woman whose nurturing
soul is not threatened by his strength
but finds comfort in his protective care.
The love of a woman is won completely
by a man willing to lay bare his vulnerability
at the mere sight of her approving smile
or the touch of her healing hands.
And neither is threatened by the role of the other,
but are wise in the ways of their creator,
in whose infinite wisdom
endowed each with opposite strengths
so they may be equal partners
walking forth solidly hand in hand
as co-conquerers of challenge
and liberators of love.
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