They call us *****sapiens which is Latin for wise man
but I don’t think we’re as wise as those who labeled us had planned..
If you look at the world we ‘wise’ men have created…
which is leading to our demise….
not only have we not acted human…
but we’ve been anything but wise.
So perhaps the time of the wise man is over.
Perhaps there are better times ahead
if we retire the term *****sapiens
and use Sapiens Mulier instead…
I think we’ve given the wise man his chance…
It’s time to bid his reign adieu…
It’s now time for the wise woman
to show what she can do.
*****sapiens…we did our best
But we set the bar too low…
Sapiens Mulier…it’s your turn
to see how high that bar can go.
Categories:
mulier, wisdom, women,
Form: Rhyme
Post coitum omne animal triste est,
sive gallus et mulier*
Yes, no cockerel who rules the cackling roost
Will stomach slander from Latin master;
But who will stand aside and let the ghost
Of hints slur old motherhood’s register.
Manhood must of needs hang its head in pain
After all the sweat and toil in loins of love;
After millions of squiggly soldiers in vain
Drop their lean tails at the egg wall alcove.
Only the fool who dares call woman’s bluff
Shall learn hard way positions in bedstead;
Virile pride will sink in the depths of fluff
While smooth gym-trained muscles rage instead.
As they say hereabouts sur le vieil Continent
La différence, Mon Sieur: lip’s shade content.
· * “After the sexual encounter every animal is
grief-stricken,
excepting the cock and the woman.”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005-2012. From the collection:
Poems Omega Plus, 2005. Rev. 2012.
Categories:
mulier, humorous, love, women, animal,
Form: Sonnet