Then they sang to the Lovers
Lovers across the world
they sang to people who
were in love
those who wanted to be Love
and those who understood love
and being in Love
She sang
Lover who I desire
and wish a world to
envy
Love oh Love
with your mystic ways
Love adore me
with all thy ways
He sang
She who Loves me
with her temperamental ways
she who desires the comforts of
our togetherness
in all her
womanish ways
Strength is womanish.
Beauty is womanish.
Nature is womanish.
Each start and end of love, faith, and
creation is womanish.
Besides that, women are still being judged
for their profession, nature, and work.
"Maa Sita" had been judged for their purity.
What changes have occurred until now?
If we can feel, we can know.
There is still much need to be more
womanish in heart and mind to
understand womanism.
The things we replenish,
Before they finish
First of all diminish…
They don’t really vanish
Like in the stories we varnish:
And with it The Truth punish…
The nice savored dish
Chefs superbly garnish,
Not forgetting to be stylish,
We demolish fast
And cause give to not last:
A–Once-Obvious like Steely Mast.
Still, it doesn’t vanish
What progresses to a finish:
My tea ever always British
My potatoes all the time Irish
On this to challenge A Danish
Scottish or even the Finnish…
Dying leaves not swiftly brownish
Nor the hit man, suddenly womanish.
The stones could be prehistoric fertility figures,
they persist, they redefine the seen.
Water-pliant, submissive,
they are turned on the wind’s millwheels.
Some remind me of farm girls
broad buttocks, love handles,
rolling hips. Not like the bony walkers
that climb up here.
I sit leaning against an ample mound -
feel the womanish stone
shaping its image around me.
Visitors ask who cleans your house? No matter
What I say my children believe it's the house
Elves who appear whenever it is necessary.
Boy do I wish.
My children are devilish
Yet, most ordinary
Cleaning house isn't in their vocabulary.
Hiding things under the bed or in closets makes
Them think they're very cleverish.
Visitors ask who cleans your house? No matter
What I say my children believe it's the house
Elves who appear whenever it is necessary.
Boy do I wish.
Who is it? It's me. Who is traditionary,
Womanish,
Some times vexenish
And tee hee almost legendary.
Visitors ask who cleans your house? No matter
What I say my children believe it's the house
Elves who appear whenever it is necessary.
Boy do I wish.
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