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9/9/16
Humans learned
After being proven and confirmed
Tides surge and churn, as tables turn
Objects and vessels remaining submerged
And others beginning to emerge
The say the early bird
Gets the worm
Even if it's all ready their third
Are we close to the verge
Or just starting out in certain terms?
People give you their word
Then throw you under the bus, and let you burn
These very moments
Trying to focus
The position I hold is stern
I do not want to be disturbed
So unconcerned
with how much another earned
Don't care what you heard
Think instead of being absurd
Understand the difference and discern
Up to you if you want to splurge
And go off an urge
Deja vu occured
In real life and through dreams I observed
Navigated many curves
And berms
Among forests with ferns
full bodied women
tantalize senses like wine
delightful to taste
cushions of comfort
everywhere soft to the touch
more luxuriance
curvaceous can charm
sexy is as sexy does:
get size wise, people!
Eileen Manassian
Footnote:
This is a repost of a deleted poem. I am not justifying being unhealthy, that goes for the ultra thin and the ultra fat. I'm promoting acceptance. Perceptions of beauty change over time....I'm glad fuller women are getting more press coverage these days....women like Tess Holliday. I follow her on Instagram and am shocked by the amount of hurtful comments she gets. Let the woman be....
When I met her I knew she was fire
She was way too hot for me to hold
There I hovered within her orbit
If I stayed close I wouldn't be cold
She captured my imagination
A long legged beauty beyond compare
All her curves in the right places
A pretty face with long flowing hair
Pappa said I shouldn't play with fire
Otherwise I would surely be burned
The day I finally found my courage
I received this scar that I have earned
The thing about a beautiful woman
She gets hit on almost every day
The heat that I felt was turned to ice
She turned around and walked away
At seventeen, I was way too young
I was like a moth caught in her flame
When it came to playing with fire
I didn't know the rules to the game
She walked in fluid nature of her own romantic sighs
Tranquil vibes ebbs dim candlelight from the starry skies
Stuck inside a dream, a victim of the moaning sea
of the air I breathed, I hunger and buckle to my knees
Caused by her ambience waves of deep vibrant royal blue
surroundings and enchanted silent creeping through
Amphitrite the goddess – queen of the sea unfurl
her children around her neck each sealed in each lustrous pearl
So striking in a twilight blue silk gown like the night
fits perfectly against her slight curves quite a lovely sight
Silk open toe stiletto heels lace up her legs with grace
layered long hair along her sun kissed heart-shaped face
With a smile she entwined her arms with mine and out the open door
When morning came, to leave me lonely as before
Poseidon, I see why you were captivated by her exquisiteness
always by your side in your chariot drawn by fish-tailed horses
5/5/2017
That day she decided to speak
For too long they had called her meek
She woke up early
Decided she'd wear something that would compliment her curvy
Spent hours on her hair making sure each and every follicle was extra curly
She wore dark red lipstick to cause a lot of controversy
Her mom saw her said she won the lottery
With a daughter so powerful she belonged in a gallery
Knowing her daughter found her voice watching her walk to school proudly
Walking to school people stop and stare
In awe of her hair
And the way she walks with flair
She was going to be her schools nightmare
She decided her presence would speak on behalf of herself
She would stay silent and wouldn't open her mouth
After all this is what they wanted
So she decided their wish would be granted
She knew the power she held would make her a target
That thought made her even more motivated
Her blackness thrived of their hatred
Walking in seeing their faces
The once shy black girl had stepped into her greatness
They hated the way the sun kissed her skin
The way it focused all its attention
On making her golden
Her hair A field of curls
They envied her shape, her body, her curves
They hated to so see a confident black girl
The red on her mouth said more than words could say
She wouldn't let anyone get in her way
All those bullies who hated in her skin
Wanted to throw her confidence in a bin
They couldn't stand to see a black person win
They knew her self worth was their biggest problem
And now that she knew their system
She would not become it's victim
I see their intentions,
In their trances of manipulation,
Mind-warping affection, they laid upon you,
And knowingly you feed on what I thought you were absorbing…
You lash out at me screaming, saying,
“Rest your distrustful inflicting,
Look me in the eye, accept me, and free me!
I will consume their darkness in a bleeding light,
Whilst juggling in the enigmas you cramp me in!
You wonder why I welcome all,
As danger tickles my curves, arresting your nerves
You most sacred, superstitious little butterfly
Cease your incessant, mocking lectures
Flapping your wings at me in a colorful warning
Yes, I know you have seen it all you perfectly transformed worm!
I know what you know even though you think I do not know it!
Your metamorphosis of completion is impressive, yes,
Yet in your expectations, you ignore the fact that I am shapeless,
Stepping into the open air to confront change with all of its surprises.”
My multihued resolve silenced her…
“I hear you! I hear you oh so clear,
You innocent, raw little worm of a girl…
So I shall allow, just know:
My mighty wings are here to shade you, not smother you
As your guardian, I will trust with sting
Swearing on my every heartbeat,
I will protect you as you engorge on the thorns you call beauty
I will lift you from the brushes to let you peek at the hungry birds,
And you will plead for me to shield you once more
Though when I do not, and the birds dive down to consume you,
In fear, in haste, you will sprout your magnificent wings,
You will call out my name,
And in tears I will watch you fly far above them all!”
For Justin Bordner's contest, "The Instincts of Innocence"
A Limerick response to Gershon’s “Hair Apparent“
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Hair Apparent
The loveliest girl in the world's named Rose
From aquiline nose down to graceful toes --
Yet poor Rose can't get a date
Is she abandoned by fate? --
Those giant bald spots she should not expose.
Written by: Gershon
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Thorn Rose
Why does it matter that Rose has bald spots
Much better assets has the fair Rose got
Look at her figure
Why do you titter
Rose cannot help having thorns on her bot.
Thorns, thorns, Rose has prickly thorns in the bot
There’s nothing like them for pricking those spots
Come hither fellows
Down to the meadows
She’ll rid those pimples forever, no cost.
Written by: Belle Bellevue
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Rose's thorns scare admirers away
There's not much a poor flower can say
Her skin is so prickly
It makes suitors sickly
So she shows them her petals ~ Come play!
Written by: Gershon
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When Rose puts her soft petals on display
Admirers come by every single day
To caress her fine curves
Boy, have they got a nerve
One shot from her thorn bot, they're in decay.
Written by: Belle Bellevue
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What a shame that Rose has thorns on her bot
A girl has to try and show whats shes' got
But thorns and bald spots drown passion
Maybe her curves and tasteful fashion
Will lure fellows, drawn by her pretty petaly spots.
Written by: Jennifer Proxenos
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May 2021
My gosh you are the most beautiful women I have ever seen.
Your alabaster skin and the warmth of your heart within
illuminate your face I see when I close my eyes,
and I can take her beauty with me wherever I ride.
My desire, this desire is strong within,
I want your love it's an addiction
And I caught you staring at me once from a distance,
This had my thoughts racing at your beauty’s insistence.
If I were an artist, you are the canvas on which we lay,
If I were a poet your beauty would be at play,
to console and cajole (as you stand below the mistletoe)
you into a lovers embrace,
In the writhing and the sighing of our lovers’ interchange
let us not forget our place
we must honor God by covenanting as one
so, let’s be gracious and spacious
to one another as we step through the portal as up-abovers.
I can’t express this enough and there is more to be said,
I am captured by your beauty to the point of each distress,
so you as a model as this artist looks on,
I draw in all the curves from hill to glen
And think of all the kisses to your supple lips
and the flowers petals as they open
Inspired by the 2024 U.S. "Cosmic Cliffs" stamp (Scott #5828), featuring a James Webb Space Telescope image of the Carina Nebula.
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Grains of time d i s s o l v i n g into umber skin.
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A midnight-blue tide, sealed by the tinted side of m n
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Yearns to edge closer, to caress her ankles ~
For the ocean itself is enamoured by her magnetic pull.
Smouldering warmth envelops her ~ sharp as volcanic glass,
Caught between waves and e r u p t i n g sea beds,
Bringing forth hidden treasures; from chaos, brilliance arises.
Constellations f a l t e r beneath her gaze,
Stardust suspends mid-spiral to listen for her honeyed voice.
She is carved from molten hymns and the clay of restless ancestors.
She roams like a myth through the plane of existence,
Every besieged f o o t p r i n t leaves the earth a little more awoken.
You were never an old soul,
your blood was made of neon piss.
Bullets embedded in your bones.
With fiery hair and eyes of light green
stiletto schemer supreme.
You got away with most everything.
They couldn't see beyond those car crash curves.
But I could feel your heavy soul
and deep blue scars
layers of armor
double-bolted heart.
You let me peek in once or twice...
into a room of plastic flowers
and wounded butterflies...
You tossed me aside after I patched your wings...
and watched you fly away.
After all, you were addicted to bad-boy indifference.
I paid too much attention to keep you forever...
I pray you made it to heaven
my one-winged burnt butterfly.