Just now I’ve met somebody beaux,
whom I perceive to truly glow
—(oh! anxiety—oh! fitful fret!)—
Somemany beaux (just now I’ve met!)
has flicked a spark of gaiety
O’! Fitful fret! O’ Anxiety!
for outfits worn—For, mask and mark
of gaiety has flicked a spark
to illumine a free soul born
for mask and mark, for outfits worn,
and who’d begun “woman”.—Hu(man?):
A free soul born to illumine.
Can you believe they all are one
(w(h)o)?man: human—and who’d begun
to truly glow—whom I perceive:
they all are one, can you believe?
First posted 21-10-2023.
" Well at least he had the balls to ask her! :) " by the Poet.
A nice man was Ben Tickle.
He loved to eat a pickle.
He proposed. Tess was fickle.
Said she: "I can’t be a Tess Tickle!"
I
Roles
beyond her age:
worker, carer, teacher,
parent, sister, lover, cleaner.
Alone.
II
A girl
made a woman
by a lover thought true,
a passion she believed worthy
of her.
III
Scarred
by cruel men
beyond her own control.
Emotional wounds left open,
heart wide.
IV
Mother,
black in mourning,
sought a burial, small,
in desperation. Cold, bleak, stone.
Grieving.
V
Stoic.
Astute. Selfless.
Forgiving. Gentle. Bold.
Important. Remembered. Loved -
she, Tess.
A quickie is all that I need
But ladies want more than just seed
Though it feels sublime
They never have time
Unless they are taking the lead
Too tan Tess was what they called her
But not for the reason you think
But of a misplaced "two" decal
Stuck to her, after too much to drink
Her moniker came hard for her
With an untanned two on her head
She said, "Well, I'll just keep tanning,"
"Till it's gone, this two that I dread!"
She tanned more to cover it up
After each time, just on the brink
They all still call her too tan Tess
But now, for the reason you think!
A clumsy young lady named Tess
Spilt superglue over her dress
She got stuck to her seat
Said words I’ll not repeat
Then undressed to escape the mess
Tess stood in her nude underwear
Male colleagues did nothing but stare
She’d removed her new dress
And one guy did confess
They secretly hoped she was bare
4/17/18
What's there scarier than death?
Whispered John with a full yawn,
Glanced over at sleeping Tess,
Moved away an inch - well done!
All have got chunks to swallow food in portion
That every similar one is tending to use to obtain
Strength and royalty as traditionally it is all force
Using the power of no one above them
Leaping on the prey’s back
Biting the back of the neck
And roaring out in private in exploitation
And robbing of those without
And aggravation of those under
Rubbing themselves in greeting each other
In a pride, the females do most of the hunting
It is often observed that the male will eat first
This way, the males get big and strong
This is how poor a man is reduced to nothing important