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It is if she had wrote the narrative to my life.
A foolish man she made me: me thinking
that I could exist until then< the day
we meet and have the right words to put
our future into perspective. "Might the nights of
Lovers make me her's". Than might the need of
my selfishness makest me her's" What a fool I've been!
Each idea a failure, I ajusted to her needs in full
compliance to have been meet with her resistance
and stubborn meaniest. She beleived she was
mannish and womanish to
the conveesity of right: I found her wrong
and those who desired a measure of revenge might
seek her company to spawn. A disbelief in fairness and a concern for
troubling a catalyst for value, aruthless of competitive behavior.
a concern for cultural readiness. Samples of a world
against the desire to marry.Love feeds my hunger
might I thirst to have
the waters of your need for me
satisfy my dry mouth.
She spoke of her want to learn music, as a Lady she wished
to began piano lessons, a concerted jesture. Thus she'd had
only time if the oppurtunity allowed and finacing from her Mister was allowed.
That made right for conversation, she'd ask him for
the money to begann her lessons.
He cited her expression as tenure and want: maybe a need to fit-in.
Maybe an urgency oror a collective restored mention, might
allow a thought of music. A tune or two.
Might you
find in your busy world to love me!She wanted the music more than she beleived and thus months later she was both
musicailly trained and pregant.Have I loved thee? He would ask her: have we then been perfections of our happiness.
woman to man
man to woman
always attractive part of nature,
inseparable infatuating power
the woman has natural intention to beautify her for
seen to unseen,
real to imaginative dream,
spoken or unspoken
the important roles of masculine mind
the woman, seems to me, instinctively dependable
whether I go find her in preparing to enchant the man ego
though she is now well educated
most of women
still take beautiful elements to pacify mannish sensual pleasure,
still surrender to husbands even cruelly beaten up by them
most of women still
afraid of the masculine society,
serve man for said heaven enduring all wretched conditions
though I find them now conscious about their rights
still I find them-
as scientist, physician, economist
as theologian, philosopher, politician
and in most salient sectors of worldly life
theist, atheist, feminist all kind of women
Independent, subservient, educated uneducated
almost all women still love to live as parasite rules,
though they love freedom but under the masculine reigns
most of women if desire, can enjoy the entire life independently
but they are moulded in dependence naturally or forcefully
awake, o woman awake
awake on the self power
awake your true nature
awake for your inner sake
13.04.2020 Chattogram
The man when born
and die,
In ruefully and
spiritless sigh,
And in middle of his
youth, he uproar,
Again and again
loath, with roar,
In this fiery
arrogant ways he
astonish,
His vitality and
humanity of mannish,
In this mid of
couple years he
repercussion,
And made a blast of
hatred ness with
emotion,
To show off his
power he transgress,
Make all petite
things mess,
A resplendent
landscape to fresh
foaming stream,
Who smile before the
lightening sun with
gleam,
And the choking air
with fluttering
birds,
Ain’t in peace and
comfort of his
girds,
The same activities
at the hoar,
As the senile men
try to soar,
Ho! Don’t venture
o’er this stake
race,
You shall refrain by
this base,
And to abide by this
fruitless grow,
Will ruin your all
speculation and
flow,
So a man, decide
where to go,
To live like a
nobility glow,
Or to live in the
rapacious magnitude,
And to die in thirst
of malicious
attitude,
A man with mob but
in solitude,
Or a man with no
fame but aim,
Remember, the world
is shadowy game,
What you sow, reap
the same
Let we get over this
line of livelihood,
And stipulate the
theme of
brotherhood.
M Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry ©
A Wise Woman
They say a wide woman should build her house, but what about the piggish man with mannish mannerisms? He’s filled with doggie treats and dogma. Ladies, let me give you the T with your Danish. Excuse me while I arrange my dress, so you won’t undress my unholy ways with your grotesque eyes. Unless you’re distressed and under religious duress, if not then I digress.
Disdained, but my head is held high. Once upon a time, I drowned in biblical verses filled with curses. I tried to stay afloat but struggled to deal with a defiled bed. I had to give head on Sunday but realized I was headed for self-destruction but had to still keep the Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth. For whatever it’s worth.
As a First Lady, I was always instructed to be a wise woman. following Proverbs made problematic predictions for me. I ended up impregnated under false fallacies. To a Jack and Jill went up the hill fables constantly in my ear. The Layman stays late to receive prayers while the holy enjoy extra curriculum, and activities anointed by god.
Form:
While looking for Viagra
with passion on its brink,
I dropped the little box of pills
they all went down the sink
Now on the pack it clearly says,
40 minutes take to work, so I
was keen to find them quick
and haste I did not shirk
My love was waiting in the bed
I knew for not too long, for pretty
soon she’d be counting sheep
and I with rampant dong
So out I wrenched the U-bend
tube, such water everywhere,
but could not see the little pills,
now patience running bare
So to the all night chemist, I drove
like man possessed, twenty minutes
there and back, and one to get undressed
I swigged one down immediately, looking
at the clock, and hoped the little devil, would
start work on my cock
Ten minutes still to go, perhaps foreplay would
be best, I slid to bed as she smiled and removed
my cotton vest
My love smiled up so sweetly but
then looking rather sad, she said it was
the time of month and sex could not be had
So older chaps beware this ditty, comes the
mannish urge, check your kitchen calendar,
when the hormones surge
The roosters are clamoring for attention again, big, bold, mannish and bad.
Putting up such a male ruckus, all about themselves, the hens are mad.
The hens form a Baby-Making Brigade, everyone joins, that was ever sad.
Even Trixie Doo-Everybody Hen who’s never been particular who is her dad.
They lined up quickly, organized, wearing aprons and cat hats with cat ears, all pink
They marched to the pond, around the barn, and to the Farmer’s wife’s pretty blue kitchen sink.
They yelled, and they cursed every bad word they knew, then they stomped and they shouted all in sync.
The male sheep thought it was super hilarious, until their wives joined, wearing mink.
Hats out of fur, dyed pink, really made those judging sheep husbands sit up straighter and blink.
Ain’t gonna be any fun-loving action in the chicken coop tonight, is what we all think.
We big bad, bulls wisely kept our mouths shut after Head Cow raced around to tell us what was up.
We were the only animals in the barn that night who had any fun, except Mandrake a Pup.
,
Come fly with me in sweetshop dreams
throw caution’s doubt into the wind
laugh your face to pleasured lines
come board my plain and simple need..
oh let our bodies shed their gloom
see there.. before us distant laid
a flushed horizon’s fading glow
a green garbed castle in the sky..
all puckered you with mannish frown..
and doubts a’plenty in your mind
let rich selection fill your wings
come pick and mix all freedom find
sweet doubting heart. Come take your fill
a silk wrapped love here merry brings..
No liqu’rice threads or nougat feel
but more, a rich confectioned place
brim-full with honeyed almond strands ..
dark chocolate dipped ripe raspberries
hand held upon your sweetheart’s tongue,
a soaring flight of fancy brought
swirled an' twirled with sherbet fizz
to soon electrify a place, where is
a melting pot, rich roistering
awaiting weight of other’s sin..
so thus the weekend starts its test
with chocolatiers’s amazing craft
admired is he by others skilled
who knows full well he sells the best..
Suite Suite!!
Presence of
White Pupuliary reflux
Macromers
endophthalmitis
senile, senile
Piggyback, piggyback!
Her deep shames and insercurties
white claw!
White Claw.
High Steak Royalities
Her self importance
insulted him
as she made him feel
inferior: her male fetishes
where childish amd she
changed the defintion of
mannish to define her charcter
I saw as stupid
but refused to say so that
she would augue that I felt
a brotherly love for herr
I didn't I liked Cuckolding
to keep males straught
He thought himself wiser
and was
He knew that the rules of cuckolding are often unspoken
and they may have been sewn at
places and ages that aren't wise to ever revisit
lacking confidence
and it should never be accepted and it's
teachings may involve those
who aren't aware of being involved.
The Meanest Socail Norm
Shachaph
Cuckoo
or Cuckoldery
It's wonderful~how some women's
shoes are delightful and feminine.
Yet women dress more and more
like men each day.
It's very sad in the USA, to watch
femininity quickly pass way.
Why wear pretty underwear inside
while dressing Paul Bunyan on the
outside?
Why get facial waxes, when a beard
and a mustache, matches your mannish
clothes and shoes?
What's the need for Dooney and Burke
expensive purses?
When sweaters your deceased grandpa
would not wear, you flash
with unabashed flair!
What happened to daughters who once
dressed as girls?
All have fallen and been totally destroyed
in a giant, omnivorous jean-factory world.
Why do sons and daughters dress like
fathers?
And why this fetish for masculinity?
And the crushing decimation of our
femininity?
January 24, 2020
11am PST
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Thank you christopher and beyond
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I love this family,
O Deborah what a gift
What a Caleb in your tongue
Carolyn sweet as a Irish violin
The little Japanese tea
Served in chinese cup
Thank you
Stacey, Denis, Lena
Karena
Children of a sweeter God
Muse of the okra tongue
Slippery as oil where inspirations run
Under the green sheet of the sun
Laurie, Karen, Brian, Sue
Stacy you too
Orishas of the river woman
Giver to the Shango
Brides, brethren, warrior crew
I am the twister, conniver
The rattle of the drum
You played me
And gentle too,
Lovers are givers and sweet water flows in sweet rivers
Thank you
God for these people, the candles
Of your fireflies
Thank you all for you.