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Premium Member When a Man Loves a Woman - When a Woman Loves a Man

When a Man Loves a Woman

A man who loves a woman in the way
a woman wants him to will love her true.
He’ll hold her close, and never will he stray.
But there is so much more this man will do!
He’ll build her up because her self-esteem
should matter, and a woman valued can,
in turn, fulfill her husband’s fondest dream.
How fortunate, indeed, is such a man!
When generous with kind words and his time,
the man who loves his woman heart and soul
will find himself enjoying life sublime 
because he will have taken on the role
of not just a provider! He will give
his heart, and like the king of hearts he’ll live!

When a Woman Loves a Man

The woman who adores her man will be
his greatest fan; she will not criticize
his faults, and she will pledge fidelity,
for life with him is something she will prize.
Her tender love will be her greatest gift
that she can give to him, and she will show
appreciation. Always she will lift
him up so that the man she loves will know
beyond a doubt she always will be there.
When times get tough, she won’t give up on him.
Who doesn’t want some tender loving care,
especially when things are looking grim?
The woman standing by her man this way
will be his queen, and happy they will stay.

Written Jan. 5, 2016
For  Mark Massey's Two English Sonnets Poetry Contest
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member The Bag Lady

The clothes she wore were twenty years old
Tattered and torn not much protection from the cold
The rusty cart she pushed with wheels well worn
The hair on her head needed to be shorn

Slowly into the emergency room she did enter
Just in time for her heart was tender
As she sat down in the chair
Her lungs no longer filling with air

Passed out onto the floor
Someone coming in through the door
Yelled code blue alert
Then the staff turned with a jerk

Everyone moved in hight speed motion
Some people wondered what's the commotion
Just like lighting to the operating room
Jane Doe was whizzed which was none too soon

After days of tender loving care 
Still unidentified she slipped away from there
Meeting her husband beside the road
Speeding away in their car they drove

She was no bag lady
But America's elderly poor
Who needed heart surgery
But couldn't afford the cure

(This is copied righted on LuLu's Poetry.com as are most of my work, some of which is 
supposed to be published in their anology series. Sara)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Blooms In the Garden- Vision

The dismal morning seemed to sigh
  As sonorous  thunder heralded the dawn
 Surreal was the sky
 That the rains had spawned
 
 All the gardens were abloom
    Except for one beset with weeds
 It was a garden full of gloom
    It's just tender loving care it needs

    Hummingbirds didn't visit the garden anymore
 In  other corridors they now flew
   But it was dazzling once before
     Where gorgeous roses grew

 Murmurous was the sound
 When the thunder did recede
 I decided to make this garden rebound
 And give it  the care it needed

   I tended to the garden and gave it beauty again
Beautiful was that garden when the summer came
    The lady who lived there thanked me
 But I found it quite arcane
    For she had died some years before
 And yet she knew my name
                 ----
 4/28/16
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Fire Garden

Seeing the garden rage with fire
Oh! the might of her might scream
Only the water from the rod of life can lower that pyre
How a person would be able to smile as her rage becomes a pleasant beam

The water brings the nutrients to her soil.
No longer does it appear to be a scorched earth!
Her humble breasts and legs decrease her tendency for her blood to boil. (decreascendo in tone)
At least it gives the opportunity for a new life to come from her loins in a beautiful birth (rising sharply)

After the rod has made its due, PLEASE kiss the peach
It is the life of the rage and calm
Oh! the ever-loved scent of the peach on the beach
Let it feel our lips to a tasty balm

Protect her like the bear!!!
As she deserves your tender loving care!!!
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Fragments

Sparrow song
Short arias;
Dawn flings the sun


Mealtime devotion
Homely food culture;
Spreading tender loving care


Cardiac stretching
Workout a sweat;
Brisk walking track


Lazy afternoon
Somnolent feelings;
In-between home movie


Curious eyes
Spy happenings;
Car park commotion


Marriage invitation
Posh banquet awaits;
Timely celebration


Old lovers strolling
Mellow smiles sketch;
Vistas aged like wine


Water colour skies
Sudden downpour flushing;
Redecorating new hues


Newspaper vendor
Talkative as usual;
Everyday economics


Corner fruit stall
So many varieties;
Choosy customers



Leon Enriquez
13 July 2014
Singapore
Form: Haiku


In My Mother's Eyes

In my mother's eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face

Because She has loved me first
before  anybody else
She  carried me till the ninth month
so very close to heart

She breathed life into my lungs
Held my hand within her palms
Showed me guidance in every way
Made me who I am today

In my mother's eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face

Her arms are always open
so I can curl within
For her I'm always special
Without my need to win

Her soul ever a rainbow
in hues of humankind
For She carries no prejudice
amongst the black and white.

In my mother's  eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face

Our days , lunchbox of memories
filled with tender loving care
Past nights, eternal bookmarks
of her fingers playing  gently with my hair.

I know one time I'll wake up
in a world of all alone
In the stars I'd have to find her
because mama won't be home.

In my mothers eyes I see my hero
knowing fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face.






Not for the contest  , but for those interested  there is a contest about mum by Francine Roberts.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Christian Phrasis Part 3 Recited

CHRISTIAN PHRASIS 3- evangelical
No mission,unless it’s God’s mission
no germination without nurture for
no harvest without preparation.
Nuture with tender loving care
crossing bridges,breaking ground
assumptions& preconceptions
dismantled and destroyed.Welcoming
& warm,not in our natural strength
but empowered by grace to stand
and be and be set free to befriend
and to acquaint,to witness and pray.
Proclaim the Good News,of  life now
and to come,placed as sons as one.
From my Things Evangelical 2009

Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Form: Verse

Dogs That Left Faux Paw Prints Extant Within Me Life

lids black out and allow me to write
while eyes shut tight
bring back four legged friends sprite
and though many years passed quite

I can remember those precious creatures 
   who barked at night
howling at inaudible sound or invisible light
casting silhouettes that fight

punctured the air with verbal byte
and now I list long gone 
   smart pets in alphabetical order – alright?

Baron – substantially German Sheppard
   met his demise chasing a car on level road
the advantage overtaken 
   per vehicle with greater lode
which accidental death 
   found him buried in an unmarked grave  
   i.e. underground abode.

Georgie – a combination Boxer and Dalmatian 
(with his cropped tail to boot 
   grew up as my canine brother
an essentially gave up the ghost 
   from organ failure of one or another.

Lady – this fur certain white German Sheppard 
uncertain how, when or what 
   led to her body to collapse
perhaps while listening to snoop doggy dog raps
found on base near first stair 
   when rigor mortis set deathly traps.

Ruff – he and his litter mate Teddy 
(listed below), an alpha beast o man’s and 
   woman’s best friend with moments of rage
as applicable to a dog, and seemed 
   to evince an intelligence like a sage.

Schultz – he apparently vanished in thin air
without a trace, not e’en 
   a filament of fur like hair
hopefully taken in by another pet lover, 
   but who knows where.

Shadow – pride of eldest sister, 
   he succumbed after becoming thermally ill
though diminutive for a black lab, 
   his absence left a void quite large to fill.

Socrates - dealt with harsh mistreatment 
   and distemper than tossed out
like trash, mine to sisters, 
   who nursed him with tender loving care
from his faux paws to a keen snout
which maintained his longevity no doubt.

Teddy – another throw away pet 
   found at Jacobsburg – 
   near Easton, Pennsylvania.
one lame leg (damaged 
   during his puppy hood) 
lived til olde age. 

   my younger sister ( Shari) 
   brought him and Ruff home, 
   where their entire life he did stay
inherently evincing intelligence 
   that happiness found that chance
provided a doting owner this way.
Form: Elegy

Premium Member How To Honor Your Mother

Adore her,
openly, and behind closed doors,

Bless her, 
Like there’s no Mom better than yours.

Cherish her, 
like time in an hourglass, spilling golden sand,

Defend her,
Against her enemies, when she no longer can. 

Esteem her, 
for her sacrifices, when times were tough,

Forgive her,
when her best was not enough 

Give her,
her flowers now, adding more worth to her name,

Honor her, 
teaching your children, to do the same.

Include her,
In days of celebration, and holidays when you can,  

Join her,
in her occasions, that you can be her greatest fan.

Keep her,
heart strong, with joyful memories at best, 

Love her, 
through her imperfections, when patience is put to a test

Meet her,
and greet her with love, and beautiful words,

Nurture her,
like a sparrow, God’s precious little bird.

Offer her,
your helping hand, when her hands and knees are weak,

Pray for her,
When times her pain, is at it’s highest peak.

Quicken her,
making merry, when like rain, her sorrow pours. 

Remember her, 
you are her world, as she was once yours.

Save her,
From her fears, things no longer understood,

Treat her,
the same way, that by someone caring for you, you hope would.

Understand her,
when she needs an understanding, daughter or son,

Value her,
charm, wit, and wisdoms; in front of everyone.

Wait on her,
kindly serving, with tender loving care,

eXalt her,
knowing that one day, she may not be there.

You’ll live long, and be rewarded, like no other,

Zealously blessed for how you honored, your precious Mother.
Form: ABC

I Thoroughly Enjoy Dialogue With Second Continuity

Such pipedream regarding
winning bucket loads of cash,
would make monetary woes
in an instantaneous flash
mine dentures no longer
will futilely grind and gnash,
cuz I would undergo oral surgery
and simultaneously acquire

mush sought after gumption,
where dental implants
could offer million dollar smile
mastication boring full force
while I monstrously, yet easily mash
the most unpalatable pop slop
made with tender loving care
courtesy the missus.

Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors
play key role to alleviate paroxysms
debilitating bouts of anxiety and panic attacks
wracked these lovely bones
during their roaring twenties
severely impinging potential to relish
joys and sorrows present within mein kampf

vast stretches of life sabotaged
courtesy mental health challenges,
thus I acknowledge miracle of modern medicine
particularly prescription medication
(iterated within first line of this verse),
which allows, enables and provides
blessed escape illness noggin tortured.
Form: Rhyme

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