I once sported a manly beard,
a beastly beard had I.
But then on the farm, at the crack of dawn,
while my lady cheered,
she chopped it off, and while the cows mockingly mooed,
I quietly cried.
And with that, a little something inside of me died.
I would venture to guess it was my manly pride.
She brushed and whispered into my tickled ear
"Brian, how I pined for your lovely face,
and your youthful countenance.
You don't need a mane to rival a lion in ferocity
-you're sensitive and wise,
I can see it in your eyes,
and your words they always seem to make sense."
Who was I to debate with her?
Her words would lose weight
if I failed to concur.
Categories:
manly, absence, beauty, funny, hair,
Form: Rhyme
the great bard says
we're all players *
that play many parts
but my shank hasn't shrunk
that the world's too wide for--
my manly voice fills it just fine
maybe after a pint or two
in mid-speech a word
(on the rarest occasion)
eludes me
so--
okay--when it does
--don't you dare
I'll find it myself
don't deny my muscle its exercise
don't cast me a child lost in oblivion
in my world I'm still the king
and please remind me (should I forget)
*From As You Like It by William Shakespeare
Categories:
manly, age, life,
Form: Free verse
We all have our faults, mine is sensitivity
Way too emotional, get hurt very easily
Should be tougher
Not a sweet old bugger
A real man but wearing a pink peony
Categories:
manly, strength,
Form: Limerick
I love manly men.
I love men in tartan kilts
who wear them effusively.
What is under them?
Do they wear short pantaloons
that will not show under kilts?
Or just in the buff
that will allow air to flow
and cool what suspends beneath?
Regardless, I love
manly men in tartan kilts
who move with cool confidence.
I toast Scottish kilts,
and the bare-kneed manly men,
and Gael clans to which they’re bound.
May they never lose
their bold, cocksure demeanor
and ever display their plaids.
Categories:
manly, family, fashion, meaningful, relationship,
Form: Choka
You think your being so clever
Please believe me there is never
A time I'll fall for your tricks
You are not so smart or slick
Trying to push me till you
Get what you need--I'll be blue
I've learned from my heartbreak past
Love like this will never last
It just ends up very bleak
When a lover tries to sneak
Around having an affair
But you better best beware
The lies your telling will not go
Your face is starting to show
The mistakes you have been hiding
Now you better be deciding
Where I will forcefully kick
Men like you make me so sick
Leave right now or you will be
Singing high notes for eternity
Moving faster my foot starts
Towards your favorite body parts
Hurry up, get out. leave
Or there will be no reprieve
From the actions I'll be taking
Leaving you in pain and shaking
Categories:
manly, grief, love hurts, pain,
Form: Rhyme
...Loyalty, of all of them,
is the most lacking in our time.
But there’s untold importance in
staying true to those you find
who are sincere, honorable,
also true friends and family,
we build islands of refuge
in a sea of insanity.
Man’s great rock of stability
in the swirling dance of wrong,
loyalties, it is fair to say
are civilization’s bonds.
Finally, there is Aggression,
the hardest one to control,
but a good man who can fight hard
is more precious than even gold.
Some say we should abolish it,
that it does nothing but destroy,
forgetting that sometimes evil
is not something we can avoid.
And when evil seeks a victim,
it’s this virtue that it must meet,
were it not for male aggression
not a single soul would live free.
People who would dismiss these things,
who would lie and call them ‘toxic,’
strike me as people that inside
are frightened, broken, or sick.
To banish the traits that make us,
that built a world from sticks and stones,
comes off as mindless sophistry
from minds that are not yet grown.
And though they’ll never admit this,
I feel it must always be said,
were it not for the manly virtues,
we’d be concubines, slaves, or dead.
Categories:
manly, culture, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
WHEN WE PONDER THE WRITTEN WORD.
WE MAY HEAR WHAT IS UNHEARD.
WE MAY HEAR PROFOUND THOUGHT.
WE MAY QUESTION THE RELIGION TAUGHT.
WHEN WE SEE WHAT'S NOT IN VIEW.
PECULIAR THINGS ARE SAID OF YOU.
YOU DON'T SAY PROFIT OR SELF PROCLAIMED.
YOU DON'T SEEK FORTUNE OR WORLDLY FAME.
ONCE YOU SAID YOUR VERY OLD.
YOU SIT AND WATCH THE WORLD UNFOLD.
I ASKED YOU WHY DO WE EXIST.
YOU SAID TO FACE TEMPTATION AND RESIST.
WHAT'S THE PURPOSE. SHOULD I BE SURPRISED.
THE ANSWER IS HERE BEFORE YOUR EYES.
TO BE FREE OF TEMPTATION, WILL SET YOU APART
TO VIEW THE WORLD AS A LIVING ART.
Categories:
manly, dedication, freedom, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
He smells like dead butterflies.
i can still see the powdery color
from their wings on his skin
he's a canvas,
i'm watching him come to life
Categories:
manly, first love,
Form: Verse
Ah, yes, the manly ritual.
How many times have we seen it?
We watch as the bill is presented,
and each man scrambles, reaching
for his wallet, a point of manly pride.
"This ones on me!"
"No, no, I'll get it!"
And so it goes.
Yet, when we look around
at the worldly banquet
of forests, earth and air,
where all have indulged,
in gleeful consumption
of this sumptuous meal,
we've drunk to the gills,
after dinner cigars are half-finished,
their fragrance fills the room.
All our appetites have been sated,
and the bill has been presented.
We see no manly scramble
for the wallets,
no manly ritual,
over who will pay the bill.
Categories:
manly, allegory,
Form: Blank verse