I’ve always loved the color pink.
It is the color of ballerinas, barbie dolls, butterfly clips,
And other silly things like those.
Pink is cute
Pink is frilly
Pink is girly
Who would love this fragile color?
Certainly not a strong girl like myself.
Why don’t I like a strong color,
A mighty color,
A fearless color?
Why would I love the color of weak?
The color of soft?
The color of meek?
I do still love pink.
Pink clothes,
A pink rose,
Even a pink nose.
It lurks on the covers of my notebooks,
On my hairbrush,
Even my mouthwash is pink.
Although bolder colors call, I still always chose pink.
Why?
Because kindness is hard.
And because meekness takes strength.
Because living life in love is a choice.
Pink is the courage to be kind.
I've always loved the color pink.
The Orchard of femininity
Fine day, sun and sky, I walked in an almond tree orchard
The scholars call it a deciduous bush, and the learned
has no artistic sense, looking for a Latin name
like the tree would care.
It is peaceful here, a feminine place, and no one shouts
“Get off my land, you, arsehole.”
The trees are dressed for the ball, getting married to spring,
And since they are equally beautiful, no competition.
When deflowered, they will be pregnant and bear fruit
called almond; not yet, though, they will look lovely in a few weeks more
before taking up the burden of motherhood as
yellow wildflowers nod in harmony.
To You, My Loved Teacher
I will never forget you from school, love you. You
You walked into the classroom, oh best woman!
I have always admired your fantastic femininity
Perfect woman. Angelic mermaid. My teacher
I love You
Secretly
My life
Are You
Loves You
Your student
I am but a single shuddering whisper trapped beneath the shroud,
a lingering fluttering flicker of self indulgent doubt.
I am but a small one, an itty bitty insignificant flake of dust,
among the sunlight.
A little soft, though not soft spoken,
a little daft, a wee bit broken,
much too hardened, yet, too young
to be outspoken
instead of “spoken for” or
“in love.”
I am but a girl, spirit frayed and bittered hag
softly and constantly being reborn.
What makes an ordinary lady stand out
of the moving crowd walking too fast,
is her elegance, how she dresses;
how her femininity effects others!
What you are after is not deception,
breaking somebody's heart is evil
your intentions are simply noble
beyond any realistic perception:
you had yours broken and won't tell!
Femininity is the noblest virtue
that only a few women persue,
what God assigned to a female
to do makes many turn pale!
What makes an ordinary lady stand out
of the moving crowd walking too fast:
is her elegance, how she dresses;
how her unique attire effects others!
What you are after is not deception,
breaking somebody's heart is evil;
your intentions are simply noble
beyond any realistic perception:
you had yours broken and won't tell!
Femininity is the noblest virtue
that only a few women pursue,
what God assigned to a female
to do makes many turn pale!
A lustful woman who goes
on a wild chase knows
the desires of men that
have little or no restraint!
Yes, they know how to take
advantage of her, giving her
what she eagerly looks for;
not realizing her mistake!
I admire the femininity of a sweet woman
who's charmed by the smile of her man,
and in his strong arms she finds Heaven;
isn't her main role to stir up his passion?
man of old
talking to himself
in this run down
watering hole
not crazy
just lonely
turns his head
and him I know
chief of police
when I was young
put me in jail
more than once
now he’s nearing
the setting sun
sitting in a bar
getting drunk
I can't take it
I buy him one
he remembers me
some things I'd done
harmless, really, just
"you were a wild one"
well, I guess I was
I had my run
all my thoughts now
settled on being settled
finish my beer and leave
there's somewhere
I'd rather be than... he
"Aja when all my
dime danc'n is through
I run to you"
quiet endless sea
of gentle femininity
my beautiful tranquility
she soothes and succors
every need
I don't know if she knows
how my heart bleeds
I don't know if she sees
the rough road in me
unwinding
in her soft eyes
just feels
like hard times
are starting to smooth
silky petals unfolding
sweet nectar flowing
she takes me in
somewhere it feels
I've never been
* "Aja" by Walter Carl Becker and Donald Jay Fagen for Steely Dan
My queens and heroines,
Truly beautiful even when off-screen
For it is truly their love with most gleen,
Which captivates me, just like sequin.
My queens and heroines,
So amazing, yet so beyond reach of my means.
If only I could see them leave their limousine,
But alas I'm less than who deem them as so mean.
The fixedness of certain things exhausts-
like my own shadow, this old tree and the sun.
I climb out of my dream,
Put on my clothes
And do not turn back.
I still carry the scent of you though-
The warming aroma of spices,
Juniper and citrus.
I sense in me a rare smell of masculine freedom.
Behind, I feel your eyes blaze intensely,
I do not halt. I walk. Not the brisk early morning walk,
but the lethargic walk, drowsily stretching after a sleep,
the last sleep before waking in which dreams appear.
I still feel your shoulders,
my lips pressed against them in my dream.
We stood like two bodies dissolved in a song.
I must remove you, the last strains of you
that’s somewhere within me as close as breath
but I will hold on to your last whisper,
one last thing you whispered into my neck-
“You’re reborn. You’re never the same again!”
(Shakespearean sonnet form: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)
If there exists in your vicinity,
Presence of Toxic Masculinity
Give many thanks to your divinity
For this male fortunate proximity.
T’was men created engines, made the wheel.
Now look around, and all that you can see
Was made by toxic men who smelted steel
And conceived by male creativity.
You’ll find Ms. Curie heads a tiny list
Revealing gifts of femininity
A list so small that often it is missed.
Search if you will into infinity.
So ladies all, you should be grateful then,
That we are blessed with many toxic men.
Walk into a room strong and confident
poise is the most invincible weapon;
Unequivocally you are competent;
Never let the mascara start to run
that is what it means to be a woman;
Armed with the armor of the perfect dress,
camouflage a mess with so much finesse;
Chin up shoulders back portray dignity;
Transform chaos with a look of success,
command it with fierce femininity.
Sitting by the edge of her sullen lake
Hands around her knees
Holding on to her worldly dreams
She dips her toes to test what was to become
Drawn like flesh to bone
The water wakened her senses
This girl-to-woman burst within her
Filled with gumption
Laughingly she tossed her curls
Behind her shoulders
Jumped wholeheartedly
Then plunged into the icy waters
She wanted to swim
To feel her body's bliss
As she crashed splashing out
Then dove beneath the waters
And swam farther and farther
Away from the oh so familiar shore
So alive with each gliding arms reach
She felt her fluidity and power surge
She breathed with such joy
Her rhythm never broke
Faster and faster she freed herself
From fear and disappointment
Affirming as she shaped her body to water
Matching her spirit to master her stage
August 23, 2020
Woman In Chains Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
irresistible
batting eyes worth a bashing
intoxicating
***
You were voluptuousness, innocent and pure,
the personification of beauty and pleasure.
And much like Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of love,
you knew how to fuel the dreams and aspirations of men.
A vestal of promiscuity and femininity
your sexual attraction was undeniable,
and on that night, I instantly fell in love with you.
My throbbing heart started beating wildly,
and my pulse began to race.
I was in a place of euphoric bliss,
a magical dream filled with laughter and whispered wishes.
You took me to paradise, gave my soul wings,
and taught me to fly!
And ultimately soar
among angels in the realm of heaven.
I've never felt like this before
and shall never doubt love again.
There are no words to describe how you affect me,
all I can say is, I love you and always will.
Like the missing piece
of a puzzle,
you complete me and make me whole.
(Free Verse)
6/21/2018
TRUE BEAUTY
To the eye of the beholder,
True beauty rarely seen,
She captures none with flirting eyes,
Her attire does not demean.
Her presence, soft, as of a dove's,
If you're careful enough she'll stay,
Few there are that recognizes,
her worth this very day.
Her words though few, her silence speaks loudly,
Never deceit or lies within,
Her Angels are there and walk beside her,
For one tear they will defend.
A hidden Truffle, rare to find,
An oyster's treasured pearl,
Her love, more excellent than wine and riches,
This very precious girl.
The prideful man may never find her,
and know the loving ocean in her very kiss,
For few eyes or lips will ever taste and see,
True beauty such as this.
A woman of God, woman of virtue,
blessed is the man to add her to his life,
He has received great favor from God,
An ornament of true beauty for a wife.
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