The life. The strife. The wailing and the moan.
Whatever you think you’ve done right will always have been done wrong!
You may try to please, you may try to crack a smile.
But years, decades will go by and nothing will ever fully align!
They will confess to being happy even though that is to them a joy mixed with a pain!
You dare to look them in the eyes, you dare to ask them to explain!
Please accept that their emotions can’t be understood by mere, lowly, humble man alone.
Like playing with fire and ice both will cause a burn!
Your love and respect for your wife must always live protected deep inside.
Because to understand the other sex is the spaghetti pile of paths through a way you will never, ever find!
What fairer love this be today
What fair of love has come my
Way. Has come by me
What fairer of today
Tell me my love
How far this love has come
To me to be my love
My love
My love
My love
Belove I love
It’s very hard for someone to define
exactly what a woman is, for there
are things today that cause folks to decline
from speaking out about the sex more “fair.”
More women show impartiality
more often than do men - a proven fact,
while men are prone more to brutality,
but with compassion girls more often act.
The feminists will hate this, but I say
that motherhood is better suited for
the female, for God fashioned her that way
through chromosomes and at her spirit's core.
A woman is God’s precious work of art
because she molds the future with her heart.
April 11, 2022
(Of course there are always exceptions to the rule, but I have found these thoughts of mine generally to be true; obviously a woman is born with "parts" and other types of aspects that make her different from a man, but I did not want to focus on every single thing)
For Anthony Biaanco's U Choose Poetry Contest: Theme #1: Define a woman
f many a beauty so fair,
My lady, thou art fairer.
Of them a lady I hold so dear,
Thou to me, art far dearer.
Each time into thine eyes I look,
Passions rob me of speech.
O how would I ever bring to book
This which I cannot impeach?!
If this beauty were all thou art,
Then cursed would be my passions;
But far greater than a vain heart,
Thou beat all my confessions!
If words are thy bed of roses,
I would write thee a plantation.
And if deeds are thy fine horses,
I would buy thee many a stallion!
Let not my valour deceive thee:
My heart is of many, more tender.
Deep in my eyes thou could see
How my tears rip vigour asunder!
And lo, my very lady so fair,
Thou art still to me, fairer;
For of them all I hold so dear,
Thou will always to me be dearer.
A beautiful woman,
she has the power to transform my soul;
sweet captivation,
breathless enchantment, I lose my control;
spells suspend reason,
a siren stare which I cannot withstand,
emboldened by love,
filled with such longing when I hold her hand!
Fairer than a rose
That in Eden grows
Brighter than a star
Shining from afar
Purer than a rose
That in heaven grows
I bless the day
She came my way
For until that sunlit morn
I was yet unborn
A beautiful woman
who has the power to transform my soul;
sweet captivation,
breathless enchantment, I lose my control;
spells suspend reason,
a siren stare which I cannot withstand,
emboldened by love,
filled with such longing when I hold her hand!
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