She was white wind beneath wings
Intelligent interesting and a trailblazer
Not one thing in life came easily yet
Green eyes surprised wise smiles
Ladylike all the while she persevered
Even during her cherry challenges
We wear a single white rose of remembrance
Hearts hope to honor her
In life despite death’s cruel claws
Turning turquoise tears trials tribulations to
Emerald empathy emotional
Resilience remember December her
Only wish for Christmas to love like a
Saint and receive recognition as a person
Everyone can come to in confidence
Each woman will become a Muse,
proudly cheering her sisters on.
When the enemy’s sword is drawn
there is no way you can refuse.
Soft gestures, those ladylike cues
graceful in blue jeans or chiffon.
Each woman will become a Muse
proudly cheering her sisters on.
Whether whole or wearing a bruise
her inner strength is never gone.
She can be vibrant or withdrawn.
It doesn’t matter which you choose,
each woman will become a Muse.
Too much is enough when one is full up
Had plenty to eat and plenty to sup
When feeling bloated
Tummy’s explosive
Cough loud and say sorry for the hiccup.
If by chance you should have become legless
Aim for the best, to not feeling reckless
It's not ladylike
A sure fated vice
You may find that you have become feckless.
Dear dumbbell,
I can remember the first time
I held you in my hands.
Two 5-pound weights - small, yes,
But if you can remember,
I was seven.
My father, forty-six and still going,
Introduced me to you.
I was young, and wasn’t as dedicated.
Not as I am now.
He loves you
Just as much as me.
Maybe more.
If I’m being honest,
You saved us both.
When I’m in the gym, it’s the only place
I feel at peace. Powerful, and after all
In pain, isn’t there strength?
The more I use you, the more it hurts
But
The more it hurts, the more I use you.
Some judge me for loving you.
My own mother
Calls it unladylike.
If delicate, fragile, tiny, is
Ladylike
Then I think I’ll be a brute.
Every time
I step down, enter your home’s dark embrace,
Calm washes over me, comfort in knowing
I am strong.
And every time I don’t,
I regret it.
This is a thank you,
A promise
That because of what you gave me,
I will give you my
All.
Sweet ladybugs are not so ladylike
When frightened by oldster or a young tike
Squirting yellow liquid that tastes horrible and stinks
Putrid smelling, worse than corpses of six rotting minks.
B Bloom Bootiful, Beautiful, Beatified, Blessed, Book Loving, Beis Neeman
L Likeable, Ladylike, Laughing, Learned, Listener
I Inimitable, Inquisitive, Inquiring, Interested, Interesting
M Matronly, Mothering, Mentoring, Mature, Middos Good, Matters
A Amiable, Attractive, Artistic, Adventurous, Articulate, Accountable
Y Yes full, Yearning, Yoga Lover & Loose, Yoghurt Pure White
E Edible, Erudite, Earnest, Educated, Enticing, Energetic, Eyes Green, Electric
H Humble, Honest, Hardworking, Homemaker, Heartful, Homey Heimish Honey
I Innkeeper Hachnasus Orchim, Irrigator with Tears
D Discoverer, Dreamer, Day Maker, Dutiful, Dresser Extraordinaire
I Individual, Inventive, Iridescent
S Spontaneous, Special, Super Star, Sure Thing, Safe Bet, Sagacious, Supernal, Spiffy, Spic N Span, Soothsayer, Seer of Obscure, Scrumptious, Tsinus, Soothing, Sleeper Olympic, Step Up, Secret, Spiritual, Soulful, Singing, Soaring, Something Else, Sympathy Provider, Shalom Beis Maker, SAS Patron, Sew Fabulous
The poetry of the sapphire in your stirring eye's
oceanic grace,
a strand of pearls on your regal neck of a
soft swan,
on a lake of symphonic dreams splendor
gliding in your grandeur.
Our Diana, your presence of ladylike style
and fashion,
you spoke in feminine melodies.
The people's princess, we loved you
from afar,
your sandy colored hair coiffed elegantly,
charitable and caring humanitarian.
Tiara of silver and diamonds,
of a demure humility.
You sleep, dear beauty,
in Britain's sorrow that swept through
many nations.
How we wept as the cathedral bells pealed
the mourning day of your funeral.
Your legend of love for your sons,
of your triumph from tears-
our Diana, lovely as a summer garden,
blushing English rose eternal. ~
magnolia is ruffled, delicate, pretty like lace
her fuchsia petals and fragrance showing off
accenting her Georgia ladylike charm
she has difficulty feigning humility
knowing what a beauty she is
Passing gas was not acceptable when I was young
It was embarrassing, and horrible and I hid it.
It was not “lady-like” which I thought was important.
Now I am a crone, a hag, an old woman
Invisible to the young, until they need something
It is okay; I do not like parties any way
Passing gas is my main stay now
It happens more frequently than it ever did
Being ladylike is not important any more
It is embarrassing though when I tear them off
Letting them rip loudly and proudly in succession
As I trot down the hallway past a laughing kindergarten class
You think this is quaint, a case of the blues
A handkerchief for a dainty cheek
But I want to howl, I want to shriek
I want to tear the world in two
As you safely stand
In your well-dressed land
Handing out ornate soliloquies
Like pennies
yet neglecting to understand
The poverty of agony
While my dark demeanor
is dismissed
I will burn buildings
If you insist
On painting glitter
over rage
On labeling my pain
a phase
An inconvenient rite, a blight
On your ladylike
well-mannered path
My wrists bleeding
As you correct my math
My words are not petty, not obscene
I am not a robot, not a machine
To defuse, deprogram or debug
Or merely lock away and shrug
In your placid belief
that compliance is peace
What is prison for
If not release?
When I am tumbling through
Unstable skies
And need a roof
To calm my eyes
Bring me more than
A structured reply
Just sit with me
And ask me why
6/24/22
I try to be Ladylike,
And leave my dizzy youth.
Ladies do not swear,
I'm not sure this is the truth.
I wear lace gloves,
And always wear a hat,
When I attend church on Sundays
Can you get more ladylike than that?
Sometimes things happen,
When ladylike won't do.
I forget I am a lady,
And say rude words like you.
My lady icing drops off.
When I see someone being unkind,
That gets my knickers in a twist,
So much for being refined.
I quickly put myself together,
And straighten up my hat.
I put my nose up in the air,
Saying, that's that.
I try not to use expletives,
When I get in a stew.
Swearing is not ladylike,
It's not the thing to do.
Perhaps I am no lady,
Because all too quickly I find
When I see unfairness
These words spring into mind.
She didn’t run – she walked
Her hands by her side
Graceful and girly, like a lady
She was certainly ladylike
I was her girl, her baby
The twinkle in her eye
And the scatterbrained reminder
That love is never silent
One afternoon
As the sun embraced my thoughts
And laughter spun joy through my heart
There were flowers in the meadow
Daisies that had such happy faces
And I was drawn to them the way that
The moon seems to attract the stars
I ran messily toward the flowers
Not more than a few steps away from her
And I felt my heart giggle with delight
When I looked back at her behind me, running
Never more beautiful than in that moment
As sun poured across her shoulders
And I led her into the messiness
Of a childlike happiness and grace
At a gentle, innocent pace
Since that day so long ago - I always imagined
Her favorite flower was the daisy
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That gold leafed hard cover, that’s what would swing it
She gave him the title and asked him to bring it
Dad always answered to her delectations
And next day he handed her ‘Great Expectations’
Just the right size and just the right weight
An old fashioned read but it should balance great
She tired of the story for so much was bleak
But that tome would serve her well, week after week
‘Learning’ she needs like a hole in the head
She’d wed a rich sucker who’s easily led
But she used to walk like a duck on a bike
Yet now she has poise that is so ladylike
14 May 2021
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Limpid lake blue eyes of lapis lazuli
Light like luminous lifeless lucent moons
Those lovely lively lustrous luscious lips
Taste like leathery little lingonberries
Yet, those loathsome lethal lavender pink lips
Lacked my long-lasting ladylike interest
While that ludicrous lawless lackluster brain
Literalized a lexicon of lazy lowlives
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