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Than-Bauk
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Great men always
Has good women
Behind their side.
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Senryu
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Label each other,
What a witch! Just like mother,
Genes passed to smother.
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fall in love,
often and deeply
but don't even bother
to adore anyone other
than your mother.
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Shape
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I
have
decided
that I do not
understand women;
women understand women
but they seem to hate each other.
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Don't rush to wash off the sea salt
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.
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Tanka
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All for freedom of
My own preciously plump breasts,
'Cause who else other
Than myself knows just what's best
For my womanly body.
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within nothing,
there are memories
other than your absence
everything,
on the other hand,
is entirely made of
your presence.
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Free verse
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Activated
By Valerie Odom
January 2, 2017
Met a beautiful lady
Fine like wine
Explored each other
Opened new doors
Activated my third eye
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Free verse
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he lands in a ditch of forlorn
she scoffs and laughs
he feels trashed and dissed
she does not look back
not caring that they used to love each other
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Suzette Prime
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women
meet for lunch
laughing and talking
giddy to see each other
and believe it or not they do this monthly
will this continue when one of them dies?
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One is more like tiger
Other is more generous
Chose her, lose; chose you, gain
Because men love green tea
Because she is gentle
Smart men will chose you
Stupid men chose her.
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Acrostic
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M Mamas, Mommies and Moms
O Often otherworldly, and ordinary
T Turn to each other for guidance
H Help the neighbors learn new ways of doing things
E Enthusiastic about their children and friends
R Raise their children to reflect their values
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For a mere twenty-two dollars you can buy one of these.
I turn to see decapitated doll heads; some have blood dripping from them.
They have cacti and other plants growing out of their hollowed-out heads.
I can barely believe my luck. Only twenty-two dollars?
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The writer earwigged her way through town
Looking harmless as she sat down
Ordering pancakes and staying for hours
Making notes of conversation showers
Eavesdropping on people from every direction
Sometimes ordering an extra coffee or sweet little confection.
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mystic crosses on her palm
means nothing to many
means everything to some
I pretend not to know
and yet how can I not
born into my family of fey?
Other healers will recognize the crosses
As she opens her hands to give change
Recognizing her instantly if she lays hands on them
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Some people had two sides; Natalia had at least six or seven.
Attempting to nurture all of them simultaneously was impossible.
She tried to encourage one side at a time.
Other sides waited their turn; some were stamping their feet.
Having two sides would be a relief, and a breeze, she thought.
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My mother is a hoarder, the young woman said.
The other woman and I were begging for details.
What does she hoard?
She collects all kinds of stuff – name a collection She has it.
Fingernails?
No.
Eyelashes? No
Squirrel tails?
By now she is looking at me with horror in her face.
I love that!
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Eleanor instinctively knows the language of the great mathematicians
The other women consider her peculiar
She does no needlework
Pines after no man
Her daddy trains her to follow his profession.
She becomes a highly-trained, impressive engineer
Born in the wrong century to be employed,
she starts her own company
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they are soul sisters by choice
discovered each other at work
have similar stories
opened up immediately
recognizing each other
perhaps they met in heaven
before returning for this earthly visit
their connection is strong
they communicate without talking
soul sisters by choice
until the end of one of their lives
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My two egos are Work Self and Home Self
Two beings that barely recognize each other
They do not communicate or do any identical things
I missed posting ten poems one day Poetry Soup
Because as soon as Home Self was wearing pajamas
Work Self was on vacation, watching hours of TV
And Work Self had been in charge of writing that day.
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Her laugh was a sharp sound.
It made you wonder whether she was amused or if her throat was simply incapable of making any other sound.
It suited the heavy look in her eyes, the straightness of her spine.
When she laughed, everyone within the room paused, at once enraptured and affronted.
The curve of her lips gave nothing away but danger.
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What are our millennium fables?
Women keep giving each other labels,
No harmony for our ecology,
An alliance should be our synergy,
No accountability for the economy,
No wise leaders to steer us to unity,
Century's getting older, folks!
Any teamwork to cast off these yokes?
Symbiosis should aim at harmony,
Let's pray for millennium synergy!
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There will be a thirty minute wait, okay?
I would have been disappointed with any other way.
This actually gives me time to write away.
The beginning of a fantastic day.
Within a few minutes another lady comes to sit.
She and I begin a conversation; she has such wit!
When they call me and tell me it is time to go,
I actually feel a bit of woe.
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ring of fire dancer is skimpily clad with tall fur lined boots
if flames catch his loin cloth everything will be revealed
I stare at the dancer’s tummy, noting his belly button.
He has a mother. Has she seen his act?
He catches me staring at his naval.
I wonder what he thinks I am staring at.
We give each other enormous grins.
I look away, embarrassed now.
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Orange grove goddess of the Florida Keys
Citrus in her veins, rejuvenation in her step
Oozing fruity frothy saccharine sweetness
We tiptoe around her swirling juices
Fearful of her wrath if her trees dry up
She is not a nice goddess when angered
Bringing in tsunamis and other disasters
Shh! That’s her I caution the wind.
The ocean knows better than to irritate her.
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