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My Iron Woman

She never meant to go down the hard roads that she did, 
it’s just how her life turned out.
She didn’t choose her story..
Her story chose her.
It’s been a tale of heartache and heartbreak,
falls and failures, struggle and loss.
But even more than that, her story is one of rising from the ashes, getting stronger with very mistake and becoming more beautiful after she was broken.
They’ll call her distant, cold or unforgiving- 
that’s just because they don’t bother to try to see past her steely facade..
Not to keep others out, but to protect herself.
She’s been hurt countless times before by lovers, friends and even family..
And she has a bitter taste in her mouth from it.
So, maybe she doesn’t welcome everyone into her life with open arms,
 not because she’s standoffish, but because she’s more careful now who she lets get close to her.
She vowed never again to let the people who didn’t deserve her time or love past her walls.. 
anyone who has gotten close to her has earned it- 
she’s worth that and so much more.
Most people don’t understand her and men always seem to have an opinion about her, 
but then, weaker people always put down the strongest souls that they can’t tame.
She’s not changing to please anyone and she’s not pretending to be anything she isn’t.
She’s real, passionate and always there for the people she loves..
The rest have to prove they’re worth her affection.
Maybe she’s not the most popular person, 
but she’d rather have a few amazing friends than countless fake ones.
So, don’t mistake her tough exterior-
 she has a heart of gold and the deepest of souls..
But she will always keep her head, standards and hopes high, because she’s driven to be better and always rise above the struggle of every day life.
So, when you meet her, take in the beauty of a woman that’s been born again and broken in the fire of her life.
She’s one of a kind and rightfully so- she’s survived what most never could,
And she’s done it with a smile on her face and love in her heart.
She’ll always be that one lady that can’t be defined, contained or easily understood..
Just the way she likes it.
She is and will always be ..
Unforgettable
© Chui Munga  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Our Gorgeous Snow Queen

We revere our gorgeous snow queen 
She wears her ethereal regalia with purpose 
Many people shy away, totally intimidated
It is snow queen’s plan, for her heart is fragile
She has been terribly hurt; you can tell by her eyes. 
She is now purposefully frosty and standoffish,
So people will not take advantage of her giving nature. 
Snow queen is hoping to never have her heart broken again
Not only by lovers, but by acquaintances and colleagues
Who take advantage of a woman who is generous and kind
Snow queen’s family and best friends see past her façade.
Sad, but understanding why she has had to build walls of ice, 
She forms a glistening sight, enhancing winter’s diamond-like aura. 
Snow queen wears her frostiness with jewelry like majesty.  
Keeping her heart safe, so no one can hurt her any more.

Premium Member Golem and Angel

He was in love, deep, romantic love.
She was standoffish, aloof, above,
no need for pointless ideas thereof.
It was forbidden, like fox and dove.

His clay a gritty earthy mixture. 
Hers a sweet creamy marble picture
of comfort, a permanent fixture.
His secret love a proscribed stricture.

So he sat at her feet each long day
writing the love words he could not say.
He greatly feared from her side to stray
lest someone come and take her away.

He searched for the same magic by night
that brought him to life and gave him sight.
Hoping that her stone wings would take flight
and sweep them from this piteous plight.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member " Never Justify, Argue, Defend, Explain Your Choices "

Never deflect your truth for
Borrowed eyes

Every choice you make is
Paid in life-wise 

Voices' conversation is loud but never
Lived your grind

Expect no chorus  when you
Discipline your own mind

Root your steps in what feels
Justified 

Justify nothing- your spirit is
Enough 

Under your skin lives the
Tangible tough stuff

Silence  is power when the 
World wants evidence 

Trust your path even when it
Feels standoffish 

Inside your calm sits the
Truest truism

Fear evaporates  when you
Stand uncuffed

Your choices don't need a
Magistrate 

Anger is boundaries finally 
Speaking 

No weakening to keep
The peace in

Growth hits harder when you
Stop tweaking 

Energy saved is energy boosting

Respect your fire without 
Deteriorating 

Defend nothing- your life ain't a
Trial
Every lesson earned came with
Its own distance 

Faith in yourself stays flexible 

Open only to those who understand 

Ignore the pressure to defend 

Carry your calm like a trusted 
Companion 

Every step you take soars
Stay aligned  with divinity's will
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Questions

Questions  I often questioned myself, It's not a lack of one's faith
                   
                   yet it's the concerns and matters demonstrated by accounts from

                   people. Questions

                   I often interrogate myself about who, what, when, where, why, and how.

                 Uncertainties, hesitations, battles how I was dealt the hands of these

                 cards. Questions

                No, I'm not standoffish,  hostile, or even antagonistic I'm safeguarding

                 and waterproofing my mental state of mind from people, places and 

                 situations. Questions

                Alternatives, routes are taken to turn back from dark alleys, friendly

               faces lurking to bring naught to dim one's light. Questions

               Acceptance of oneself character healing on a daily journey in nature

              of self importance attentively. Questions
Form: Bio


Premium Member Please Dont Judge Me

Don’t judge me;
I know I appeared 
      to be so
    standoffish.
You pursued me
for a long time.
 You greeted me
 every day when
I came to your
  coffee shop.
 Sometimes you 
wanted to give me
   the coffee for 
        free.
I declined every 
        time.
You tried to give
     me roses,
But I didn’t accept
        them.
One day you just
stopped abruptly.
  However, you
 didn’t know that
I was secretly in-
  love with you.
And my wall was
  about to come 
  crashing down.
Listen, I was just
guarding my heart.
As I child I used to
  be overweight.
I got bullied a lot.
I had no friends .
  As I got older I
got in shape, I ate
   healthier and I
   joined a gym.
I am now a fitness 
  instructor, and I
  own a couple of
         gyms.
On the outside I’m 
     a knockout,
 Open the book and
      turn the page.
 You will see I’m still 
the little overweight 
    girl that’s madly
    in love with you.
I guess the old saying 
is true “ Don’t Judge A
  Book By It’s Cover” 











2-15-2020
Alexis Y.
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Now We Stand and Sulk


Now We Stand And Sulk


We were the two 
standoffish 
in a small pond.
One day, 
how I wished 
we got carried away,
to a rubbing 
of our fins and bellies, 
so fond.
Life would have smiled on good fate, 
a favorable life,
how my eyes belay.
Instead gloom frowned on and on,
off and off,
over and over.
At worst it brought me to her,
lost and lost.
When we did get carried away,
on a magic carpet, 
to aquarium land,
our tails touched briefly
to her indifference.
Bubbles shot to the surface,
hers,
big round ones,
made just for me.
I looked at her puffing lips,
bad,
"I hate you."
I look back,
my puffing lips,
bubbling,
to no effect,
"asking why."
She raced away.
See I told you.
Our life now a crayon box 
of pebbles, plastic seaweed,
my votive candles,
and unanswered prayers,
inside a glass box,
us,
swimming inharmonious.
Yet we're petted,
externally,
and not internally
to the puzzlement
of onlookers and me.
Each day passing by,
the two standoffish,
each immune,
to sitting together.

connie pachecho

2/16/18

Queen

A queen,
who quintessence should be felt
when making an entrance
leaving a distant, tactile memory
while her spirit leave a ambivalent
feeling on the mind of other queens
trying to figure out her personality
and class


A queen will never settle 
her luscious taste is superior 
like fine wine
the smell of her prestige fragrance 
aroma lingers in the air like a tropical sea breeze
her persona is standoffish and quiescent
bring about envy of another


A queen honors her king
when the connection become rough
she doesn’t distress
she walks with her head uplifted
makes a immolation choice
go into her private surrounding 
she go within intercessor prayer 
for her king; family 


A queen with sky high confidence  
have bittersweet moments 
from fellow women 
her flamboyant psyche
leave a sour taste 
she is often arcane by a few
many try to figure out her secrets
Form: Persona

Earthling Bewails Hoovering World Wide Dread

Accursed human species
case in point Vladimir Putin,
who strikes terror across globe.

Don't underestimate his hell bent
zeal to attack United States,
one blood sucking infernal
predacious *****sapien
mercilessly bullies, interrogates, 
threatens... with zeal.

Considerably less mortifying
constitutes wrathful ordeals
exhibited by adults who treat
thine wife with indecorous jibes
like punks who sat back of bus
or classmates at Methacton
High School, mine alma mater.

No different than typical mean kids
many crotchety residents here
Highland Manor Apartments
majority residents aggrieve the missus
though said counterpart (thee spouse)
exudes standoffish poise
countenance dons and
nonverbally trumpets scowl
body language broadcasts
social graces be damned
easily interpreted as snub

engendering hostile imprecations
cruelly fiendish provocations
undermine capacity to experience
peace of mind
exacerbated by her
figurative cold shoulder
propensity to flip the bird
notched, ratcheted, torqued... tension
courtesy miss prissy heiress,
daughter, she secured management role
albeit (hats off) to nepotism

guarantees lifelong job security
issued thee missus warning
rental stipulation disallows
overt middle finger flashing signal
emotional entanglement ensued
yours truly tasked
to pursue more favorable environment,
yet scant finances (mine)
and poor credit
two strikes against
locating affordable living situation

since sole family income
social security disability
direct deposited monthly
buzzfeeding checking account
regularly near anorexic,
cuz additionally I pay
costs of living expenses
cole king avoiding being homeless,
thus this penniless
among dime a dozen
day late dollar short

low income bracketed
(marching with madness)
mister casts quandary
couched as poetry,
no great expectations,
nonetheless cathartic to communicate
(hoop fully understandable)
present tense plight
projected as plotted trend
fat and/or slim chance
fate will curse me as lottery winner
pipe dream teasing
this word plumber flush with ire,

who feels nsync and drained
scraping hand to mouth
bemoaning apathy, dismal
effort, gross indifference
toward self sums (mein kampf)
plus academic struggles
proffers grim forecast
as coxswain at mercy
rudderless ship of state
edges closer to his waterloo.

Premium Member Tiger Tiger - Orange Cat

The sign on the cage read "CAUTION"
I thought, "hmmm..
"wonder who that belongs too?"
The receptionist seemed a bit cool
almost standoffish.
I paid the bill and asked
"so where's my kitty?"
She pointed at the caution cage
and said in a growly tone
"OVER THERE."
"The doctor says he'd appreciate it
if you didn't bring "tiger" in again."
It was "tiger's" first (and last) visit.
He was a little ball of orange fur
with A T T I T U D E....
He aged like a jalapeno pepper
growing hot with a little bite.
As my kitty grew
so did the size of the cage
and the size of the CAUTION sign.
He had a few "good" days.
One in 1998, the other in 2005.
I believe he was the reincarnation
of a serial killer.
If there's a heaven for cats
he's probably the bouncer.

John G. Lawless
8/18/2020

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