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Long poem by south aqua | Details

Unexpected events

My watch is broken, I can not wait for you to get here
The sun is heating,(I cannot believe) today, we're finally meeting.
I'm not quite sure how I'm gonna act or what I'm gonna say
But of one thing I'm sure, when you'll be in front of me, you'll take my breath away.


While I'm waiting, my mind is flying away
From the moment you'll get here, to the first move you'll make.
I just wish, this day to be perfect
I hope I'm ready for any unexpected events.


It's getting late and you're nowhere to be found
I'm getting all kinds of emotions, but is nothing I can do about..
The park is empty, looks like the rain is gonna arrive
I guess I should be going too, nothing makes me stay around.


Maybe you got stuck in traffic or you've just changed your mind,
Either way, I better go now, maybe we'll get to meet some other time..
And now my battery is dying, I have such a lucky day,
I don't think this day could get any better,
           >>no 'eff!n' way!!<<


Where should I go now? to the hotel or to a pub?
I'll get me something to drink before Imma call it a nite.
I don't find my card key, guess I'm losing my mind..
Huh?!
 Who the 'eff' are you 'my friend'?
 Why do you have to honk so loud?


    you: Hey!!!
    me: Gosh, you scared me!
    you: Where are you going? don't we have a date?
    me: Hey, you're the one that got here late.
    you: Yeah, I'm sorry. look, I've been running all the way...
    me: Cool. I'm glad you came.
           I'm starving. where you gonna take me?
    you: well, since our picnic is ruined, thanks to the coming rain.. 
           lemme take you to my favorite restaurant..
    me: sounds great. OK.


While in the car, you've turned on the radio
And the silliest song was playing in the air
Smiling, you looked at me and started dancing
Gosh, you're amazing. (that's what I said)


We've got to the restaurant
It's getting pretty hot
No sign of the rain now
Guess she just changed her mind.


When I stepped inside
My favorite song was playing .. so loud
And once you've heard it, you took my hand in yours and smiled
you: Hey, this is our song since now!!


Since then I got this feeling, this awesome feeling inside
I'm with the right person and the nite has just begun
You're full of surprises, beautiful and kind
For me you are so special, I'll roll my dice tonight.


Next thing I know, we were back in the car
The music was playing loud, you were driving too far
The last stop we've made, was at the hotel I'm staying
You grabbed me in your arms and .. and then's when it started ... raining.


The weather gets colder, your hand is on my shoulder,
I ask you if you want to come and wait inside.
The fireplace is on, your clothes are on the stove
I bring you comfy clothes, while you're in the shower.


The rain is falling from the sky, the night is deep, looks black and white
I pour you a glass of wine while getting closer.
The electricity goes off, all of a sudden
We're in the dark, the music stops - I lit (up) a candle.


Looks like the rain has stopped now (or for the moment)
I pour you another glass of wine..
I touch your hand, you're grabbing mine
And pull me closer.


The last thing I remember, you were playing through my hair
I felt your (warm) breath down on my neck and I've kissed your shoulder
Slowly, you laid me down, on the floor, whispering something in my ear
Your fingers were walking down my spine, I've closed my eyes.. that's when we've kissed.


We've spent the night together, sleeping in each other arms
I was your blanket, you were my pillow - the dawn was coming fast.
I woke up and.. watching you sleeping
You found me smiling when you've opened your eyes.


Things went so fast - time was flying by
Only four days, until we say goodbye.
All the sand from the beach, the pictures framed in our minds
The scrambled eggs in the mornings, (all those) kisses (stolen) through the night.


While I'm counting the seconds, my mind is flying away
From the moment we've met, to the last thing you'll say.
I just wish, this day to last forever
I hope our story will never have an end.


In the airport, while waiting for our planes to come
Our silly love song was playing one more time
And once again, you took my hand in yours and smiled
That's when you've asked me, if I want to be ... your wife.

Copyright © south aqua | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Eliza Dimagiba | Details

10 years

10 years

Had happy Mornings...but once in awhile...so do mournings...
Making the most...still sometimes...at a lost...
One moment overjoyed...the next...feeling the void...
Wiping out fears...yet often, can't control the tears...
One day face the world bravely...then later feel weary...
Trying so hard...pretending not to be scarred...
Without you by our side...we thought it's best to hide...
What we truly feel inside...
While we are grateful... and keep everything simple...
Forgive us...to you our hearts we pour...but Lord God can we ask for more...
Please tell us...Where is our daddy?
Can we see him one more time? Perhaps he can help us...as we make life's climb...
May we be allowed to see him? And fill our hearts to the brim...
We need him right now...just so we could keep up with our vow...
To continue to live life with our heads up...survive the storm without letup...
Daddy...we miss you so much...one more peek...one more touch...
Just a tap on the shoulder...promise...thats all we're after...
Your loving and guiding hand we still need...
That even without you...in life...we can proceed...

Happy 10 years in heaven...






























10 years

Had happy Mornings...but once in awhile...so do mournings...
Making the most...still sometimes...at a lost...
One moment overjoyed...the next...feeling the void...
Wiping out fears...yet often, can't control the tears...
One day face the world bravely...then later feel weary...
Trying so hard...pretending not to be scarred...
Without you by our side...we thought it's best to hide...
What we truly feel inside...
While we are grateful... and keep everything simple...
Forgive us...to you our hearts we pour...but Lord God can we ask for more...
Please tell us...Where is our daddy?
Can we see him one more time? Perhaps he can help us...as we make life's climb...
May we be allowed to see him? And fill our hearts to the brim...
We need him right now...just so we could keep up with our vow...
To continue to live life with our heads up...survive the storm without letup...
Daddy...we miss you so much...one more peek...one more touch...
Just a tap on the shoulder...promise...thats all we're after...
Your loving and guiding hand we still need...
That even without you...in life...we can proceed...

Happy 10 years in heaven...









































10 years

Had happy Mornings...but once in awhile...so do mournings...
Making the most...still sometimes...at a lost...
One moment overjoyed...the next...feeling the void...
Wiping out fears...yet often, can't control the tears...
One day face the world bravely...then later feel weary...
Trying so hard...pretending not to be scarred...
Without you by our side...we thought it's best to hide...
What we truly feel inside...
While we are grateful... and keep everything simple...
Forgive us...to you our hearts we pour...but Lord God can we ask for more...
Please tell us...Where is our daddy?
Can we see him one more time? Perhaps he can help us...as we make life's climb...
May we be allowed to see him? And fill our hearts to the brim...
We need him right now...just so we could keep up with our vow...
To continue to live life with our heads up...survive the storm without letup...
Daddy...we miss you so much...one more peek...one more touch...
Just a tap on the shoulder...promise...thats all we're after...
Your loving and guiding hand we still need...
That even without you...in life...we can proceed...

Happy 10 years in heaven...




























Copyright © Eliza Dimagiba | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Tyronne James | Details

Her

My love for you is brighter than the Sun
My heart is addicted and you are my drug,
I am committed to this like prison but I am not convicted 
Because my soul has risen, you are a white light through a prism
I don't care who knows, ask me and I'll admit it,
You came to me, Was spirit was broken and you fixed it
I'll admit that I came face to face with your apparition  
I was a victim in the hospital And I was admitted
Into your care, you were the only one who was permitted
Or who had permission to enter my heart but the transition was hard
I was stuck in remission and my vision was clouded, my mind was dark
With you I feel like I am completely limitless
No need for remarks...
For the light to the dark, back to sun rays, walking alone in the park
Sitting on a bench, waiting for you to take my heart, 
Waiting for the flame to be ignited by this spark
I know that two years in is not the end, it's only the start
I still miss you when you leave, I crave you when you stay
Girl, you have definitely left your mark
I want to tell you so many things
I wash I had the words, but my tongue is in a sling, 
I want to run to you but I think I'll sprint,
Because running without you just doesn't seem to make sense
Without you in my life I would have no strength,
I would constantly be on edge, constantly slipping of the ledge...
It's intense when your heart has no cost but it can be an expense
When life gets you down and you realize this person is all you have left
You want to engrave them on your heart just like a crest, 
When this life shoots to kill, you are my bullet proof vest
Everyone else is a lie and you are the truest influence to every aspect of 
my existence
My life contains more than enough evidence
What everyone thinks is irrelevant 
All their thoughts make people skeptical,
I wanna love you until the Sun and the stars are gone
My love is unique on a celestial level it's something special
You lift me so high you make my body feel like a vessel
A beautiful Spring day with flowers blooming, this is not accidental
This is precious, I will never forget it, I will always remember you
Never to neglect you or disrespect you, there's not even a potential
Instead of being stagnant, my love is kinetic, always moving,
Not worrying about the incidentals, 
If I were sad, you would be my anti-depressant
My love for you is like concrete, it's dense, it makes me feel confident
Even when life had me down and I almost lost my shit,
At the end of it all I still got my gift, 
I didn't even hit it and I got my lift
I love you more than the Sun loves the sky,
More than the desert loves the rain,
So much so that it cannot be defined
Your love is like a rainbow,
It symbolizes a new day... 
When I am low enough to dig a hole through the earth
It's like I can fly while I am with you, I am not lying in this verse
With you I feel the opposite of cursed, 
I am on the other side of hurt, came from the other end of the world
Got dragged out the dirt because I was tied to this girl
I hit the bottom of the ocean, hopeless. Searching for a pearl, choking...
Heart stopped working, but I could not stop these urges, I wasn't coping
I was yearning for something perfect
I had no idea I was going learn from it
After all these years, do I love you?
That's an Affirmative!
Your love is fresh and organic with no added preservatives
My heart was sensitive and you took care of it; I deserved it
No carelessness, If you left me, I could never bear with it,
I am scared of it... 













Copyright © Tyronne James | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Don Bukana | Details

THE WOMAN I LOVE

1st year(In university)
I was sitting in the lecture room, looking at that girl sitting next to me. She was my ‘best friend’. She had nice hair, humble and was very beautiful. I wish I could tell her that I loved her so much, but I didn’t want to break the bond. After lectures, she walked to me, borrowed some notes of the previous class hugged and pecked me goodbye.
I wish I told her, I wish she knew
That I wanted us to be more than just friends
I loved her, but I was shy
I didn’t know why.
2nd year
My phone rang, it was her; she called me to tell me how much she was hurt. Her boyfriend just broke her heart. She asked me to go keep her company. I went to see her; coz she was my best friend. As I sat next to her, I looked her in the eye, wishing she was mine. After two hours of having fun and hanging out, she was okay; so I left her to go to bed. Before I left, she looked me in the eye with a beautiful smile, hugged me goodbye.
I wish I told her, I wish she knew
That I wanted us to be more than just friends
I loved her, but I was shy
I didn’t know why.
3rd year
One day, before the grand school end year party, she asked me to accompany her to the school dance. I was very happy, because every moment with her was special. But we went to the party ‘as just friends’. After the party, I sat at the door. I looked at her, as she chatted with her friends. She happened to look at me, and then gave me that killer smile.
I wish I told her, I wish she knew That I wanted us to be more than just friends
I loved her, but I was shy
I didn’t know why.
Graduation day
Days, weeks, months passed. It was the graduation day, so happy and excited we had completed our studies. She stood up, to go pick her certificate. As she walked elegantly, I couldn’t stop staring at her. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t notice me like that. Before she left, she came with her graduation gown, looked at me, gave me a smile and told me, ‘your forever my best friend’
I wish I told her, I wish she knew
That I wanted us to be more than just friends
I loved her, but I was shy
I didn’t know why.
Wedding day
3 years down the line, in the church, she walks down the aisle, with her parents on her side.
It really hurts me, since my chance is now gone. I love her too much, but I got to let her go. She is being married with another man.
I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like that. But as she walked she looked at me and gave me that killer smile. Whispered to me “BEST FRIEND EVER”
I wish I told her, I wish she knew
That I wanted us to be more than just friends
I loved her, but I was shy
I didn't know why
Burial day
Days, months, years passed.5 years later, I went to mourn the love of my life. The love I was afraid to tell. As I viewed her lain body, it hurt me that she left without knowing I loved her. During the service, they read her diary. The mc began ‘I stare at him; I would love to have him in my life. I try to simulate situations, but he doesn’t seem to notice me.’ I love him, I wish he knew. I would really want us to be more than just friends. I love him but am shy to say. I don’t know why.
My strength was over, I Knelt before the crowd, as tears dropped down my chicks. Those words touched me deeply. I wish I told her. But its now too late, she is gone.
I wish I told her, I wish she knew That I wanted us to be more than just friends
I loved her, but I was shy
I didn’t know why.
BREAK THE SILENCE> IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE; TELL THEM.

Copyright © Don Bukana | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Ndaba Sibanda | Details

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Gary Fields | Details

Will A Divided House Stand In any Land

@one must have lived
on both' sides of
justice to be fully
exposed...gf


There are so many
     languages'
There are oh! So
many plans'
But, in this day of
confusion..
Can it really
stand....
     ------
Their are those who
live in the shadow
There are those who
are on top!
Many have faith in
the interest of
justice
I say some-times' it
is merely just a
plot!
   ----- Now think
about that ----
           
----------
Do you live in a
state of justice
Or in a state of
police...
Where your strife is
minimal
And pales' beyond
belief
           ---------
Can you go out at
   ? ...night!
With-out subscribing
of your plight
Hence:  the fear of
going out at night
            -------
This reflects' the
type of judgement
That which you
subscribe
too....

A issue shrouded
in black and white
A deadly combination
of the many social
wrongs' or
rights'...
         Where the
truth comes' to the
light
       ----
As a human body lay
riddled in the heat
and stench
of the night....
          --------
If you are stopped
in a store to-day
Do you expect to
make it home?
        -Or-
Are you subjected
to the night?
Where justice is
swift a constant
norm!
     - Only...
To end up at the
business end of
justice...!

To the end of
justice....!
contrary to
your life.... 

 Only to be pondered
upon as a
creature in that
laboratory of
life...
Where you your-self
have just payed
The supreme price
from a flash of
justice
That threatens' to
end your life...
         .......... 
Where some-one else
in his unique 
......since of
justice amend to
take your life
(Some-call it a snap
decision only... it
is
        .......not
such a snap to take
another life) later
deemed 
to be call a mishap
in the name of
protecting life
I still say' maybe
we are
acting on a little
bad advice
         -----
justifiable murder
In the name of our
Constitution....  
Needless too say,
Is this the best
solution?

Who's constitution
dare I choose?

Your life
choked-off,
filled full of
holes'
With a truth slowly
delivered....
only God knows'
just exactly
What has just
transposed...
     .... And the
reason why so many
should die....
          ------
Who's brand of
justice would you
survive...  In that
vain' instance
Just to stay
alive....
      -Or-
 which do you
care.... to defend?

Would it be
attributed to the
feat of justice 
Or will it be just
us?

Or to the
determination of the
life of just another
Young innocent
man..... Or that
breath of justice
From which he did
truly depend...

To abide and to
trust in....

The accomplishment
of man... Awh! Yes,

The truth depends'
on the end of the
sword
That which is in
your hand..... With
the meter
of justice that we
are
willing to
defend....

That brand of
justice that which
you may call upon
for the sake of your
fellow man!



Poet/Author
Gary Fields
Censored in Contrast






Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by matthew harris | Details

High School Sadness Sans Shana Aubrey Harris - part one

How quick capitalone two-step flickr ring imperceptibly, 
   kneaded asper byte
sized LivingSocial ties, linkedin and massaged viz MineCraft flight
of fancy outlook with plenti full confidence, faith, 
   and inherent lettered oblations height
ten ing to serve snapchatting amidst soundcloud, 
   thence spring boarding into unknown ether akin to a kite
hing shutterfly at the speed of light
*          *          *          *          *          *          *        *                          
mentioned opportunities, 
   no matter what destiny each young man or woman doth await
decision to pursue with accolades dedicated genuinely 
   (just distant participation) for gem I helped create
thus aye write this poem for special veneration of x2c 
   accorded beautiful daughter, now this papa does evaluate
her outstanding success wells sorrow at my absence,
   but internally rejoice that fate
did proffer ecstatic gloating honestly jubilant heiress –
   whose worth to me....
   mucho great issue Per Story of Your Life 
   with hosannas hooraying to the gift of your being
tore than fine spun gold, cuz this kindred offspring of late
made noble perseverance reaching the ultimate write x zit 
   that will usher her as proud 2017 class mate
onward toward opportunities sustained by confidence gained 
   thru academic ambition like ice skate
ting with dynamic dedication, and gigantic germination of maturation, 
   whose individual future exploits icon hardly a wait.
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further education and thence employment endeavors. 
   So Punim – a pet name assigned
trajectory predicated with rubric 
   of essential scholastic tools essential to gain positive 
   (whom this dada, whose more omnipotent 
   than Comcast cables can bind
attempted to let words tumble upon display screen 
   communicating with difficulty defined
in my patois, (a gallimaufry of mumbo jumbo 
   shrimp limp ping missive) 
   at your success and lucky Gadshill find
attaining a laudable momentous occasion 
   per rejoicing, at how ye mined
esprit de corp no matter the message possibly all a jumble
lost amidst this cobbled gobbledygook, 
   the literary analogy of watermelon rind
which attempts to pass 
   as acclaimed  endeavor literary scholarly signed
. Okay, I experience tears of euphoria 
   and misgiving ent twined
at lack of finances to share 
in person how this dada daubs dribbling tears ducts. 
   Congratulations thy beloved Shana.
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Great strides find me agog, how ye did leap from 
   (with unbridled support from 
many supportive services) stunned at lovely young woman, 
   a series of fortunate events (Take that Lemony Snicket!), 
   this papa doth regale and marvel! 
 

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Taoi Chanan | Details

Description deciphering descriptions

Pig plop at eighty degrees is a synonym of doubt but double octave sploosh is a great interjection into the bowl. Wow. Flush flashing fakery freely framing frogs fingerspelling forged formats. And a deliberate rake of a taking boil is neither a toil of a worn digging a garden or is is a clam sweeping in the ocean. What on earth are you then? Are you a cream? And if so do you clot? Whip? Double? Single? Butter? Wow. The choices of course are just so very immense in this non documented era of everything. And a freeforming skirt does not require a flame nor a pair of interwoven interlocking trousers. As to play is to paint and to paint is to Passover printed prisms. Go speak to the cakes, the buds, the bursting flowers. Then the wisdom arrange in a nice display to be crooned over by lots and lots of grannies who gather to chatter at the morning cafés over tea cakes who bounce on plates and wobbly tea cups grinning at the brew who sighs but in tolerance at the antics of every morn. What is it then a dew ball of atomic iron? Shrink no longer than five minutes in a sweet wrapper. And certainly tongues can be formed on even the most curvaceous treeline. Oh no oh no oh no the marble arch is moving. Moving where? Pig doesn't know. Nor does six circling doves. Nor the monkey palace. King baboon is presiding over the delay of the six bearded swan feet festival due to take place. It is nice to enrol and entertain in catacombs of cataclysmic canal chaos. But chatting chapels cheat. And the game is thrown in the bins. To see is to see saw and to see saw is to throw lots and lots if eggs into the sky then catch them in a high wind. Eradicate and immerse in the ultra strong currents of the showering whales. How blissful. Bright blessings bringing born burning buttons. In many cases in bushes. Shelter not a jumping leaping pea pod. And a close is not a closure it is an end. An end to a road. Upon which dwellings are placed in a format to ensure harmonics of breathing dusts are adhering to world instructions. Many a pattern in a hay bale then. But balls of mass indoctrination can be linked to form a satellite to then gather and bring the millennium BC and the thousand year old declaration to a shore shot island of self employed ego. Whose deity to worship then? Whose plan? Whose little cup dances with a kettle drum? Whose little pretty pattern makes the hooves trot? Questionable question quickly quashes quitted queuing quagmires. And a diapaus digs only in a square foot direction so always peel a potatoe with great care. Hahaha sponges knocking doors of the cloth houses. Hahahaha drains delivering droppings. Hahahah custard cutely cantering. Xxxxx polyneuropathy z and that was the p y q who has reached the place and is reporting from cereals series. Z. XzX
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Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Tay Reid | Details

The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.


Copyright © Tay Reid | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Stuart Ackerman | Details

Mr Cullen

There’s a man across the ward from me with a hearing aid that whines,
‘Old age coming on you see, I’m only seventy-nine.
Me hernia’s shot, and so’s me sight, my specs they’re thick like bottle.
But, I don’t smoke, though I used to
And… of course I’m teetotal.

Remember the war, ‘specially Dunkirk,
Saw me mates blown to bits ( with a hearing aid that whines?!!)
Me wife suffers from transient ischemic attacks 
So the car sits on the lawn, so forlorn.
‘Cors I’m in the San, might as well be in Japan,
And me relations are mostly most torn.

Oh, by the way Nurse, I saw on the form that someone has left off the “John”,
“ Relax Mr Cullen, do not worry or pine”
But still that infernal hearing aid gives off its’ mosquito whine.

“ Oh, I’ve got a hernia, arthritis, all ills
So many drugs, I can’t count the pills, all tastes and colours…
So many colours, like the sunset at Somme
But of course Red is pre-dominant after the blast, after a bomb
And speaking of blood, I’m sure that you have missed the vein,
Of the story, the War, the suffering, the pain.

The crud and blood-mud, sickly grey colours and tastes
When it mixed with the dirt From the trenches.’
“ Oh, so that’s an ECG machine, Nurse
Heard it twists and it wrenches,
Just joking of course, ( from the mouth of a horse.)

The disturbance on that graph could be my hearing device “
“ Didn’t know you wore one,” says the nurse, as she lies
And when the machine is once again confined to it’s home
He queries, “ What’s it say, will I die or free will I roam?”

“ I have to hold on till Sunday, it’s me and me wife’s fiftieth, you know!
I’ve come this far, neither Kaiser nor Fuhrer could succeed, I’ll give it a show!”

Then he sits there, hunched up, saline shining on his chest
And his mind begins to wander, as his body starts to rest.
“ My daughter’s about fifty, still lives with me, 
And me wife of course, they’ll be round for tea.
There’s me three grandchildren, though Sandra’s the best
She’s busy at Tech, always passes all her tests.

She’s nineteen and sturdy, a joy to behold
She is obedient, red-haired, always does what she’s told.”
“ Now my generation, they’re mostly all dead,”
( It’s your hearing aid mate! As it pieces my head!)

Before we were men, we were destroyed in our youth;
For King and for Country, for Freedom and Truth.
Oh ! here comes my wife. Look there’s Sandra too!
Now not a single word young man, about my tales so blue!”

Then he hugs his wife and Sandra, 
On his pyjamas I see a smear,
Of coffee.
And in the joy of reunion, down his wrinkled cheek;
Only I …see the tear. 


( I was in hospital in 1986 for three weeks, and the man across the ward from my bed, was a Mr John Cullen...he died the day I left the hospital. )

Copyright © Stuart Ackerman | Year Posted 2015

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