The walls were paper thin, I could hear the world breathe
And the sound of my father’s bags getting ready to leave
It was all too familiar, with tears on my sleeve
He was gone out the door like I couldn’t believe
My dad left a baby doll at the foot of my bed
I think of all the bedtime stories that wouldn’t be read
I think of my mom being on her very last thread
Barely hanging on, the only one making bread
Holding down two jobs just to keep us all fed
Containing the family fire before it could spread
The doll stayed smiling while the house fell apart
She was a plastic reminder of a cold blooded start
We were light in the pockets but heavy in the heart
My mother’s resilience was a silent work of art
Seeing a womanizing man and the back of his hand
They thought they could break her but there she still stands
Her maternal strength would color you impressed
Survival was the one thing that my mother did best
Breaking the generational curse is my new vow
So I carry her fire and I wear her wisdom now
The doll’s still smiling but the world is more still
A reminder that true strength can never be killed
Someone has said: I
Graduate womanizing; no
He's on Masteral.
Donald Trump may (or may not) be filthy rich,
and think he's above the law, without a hitch,
but for all his womanizing
maybe he'll be realizing
that Karma? Now there's a heartless b****!
I;m not buying what you sell
Because I can already tell
Everything you say to me
Isn't truthful, can't you see
The interest's no longer there
You're talking but I don't hear
Any words my ears are blocking
As the seconds are tick tocking
Turning into tortured minutes
Waiting for your mouth to finish
All the lies your tryna cover
Turning me into a lover
That you'll toss aside and use
But my heart and mind refuse
To be a notch put on your belt
I've known others who have felt
The pain of this act you pull
I know you are really full
Of disgust, meanness and lies
Shut up, walk away, don't try
To convince me you wont be
A womanizing a-- to me
I'm not falling for your sap
I am smarter than the crap
And foul odor from the sh--
Your mouth is trying to admit
There's something you should repent
All the heartache you have sent
My way and to many more
Who fell hard as they adore
Your sweet voice and caring charm
But then you lit off a bomb
That explodes and shakes their life
And causing all kinds of strife
When it doesn't bother you
Doing this your whole life through
Your mind doesn't have a clue
How damaging this can be
Find some sensitivity
And repair the hearts you've broke
With two words that should be spoke
"I'm Sorry" will be the start
Helping mend the broken hearts
Of the women you have made
So fragile and now afraid
To once again trust with those
Who want to get really close
Fix it now or you will meet
Someone that you can't defeat
They are stronger and won't take
Any of your crap and break
You in a way that's really bad
Causing you to be so sad
Like the people in your past
With shattered hearts inside a cast
Let me tell you a story……..
Nothing new under the sun really.
Happened many times.
Autumn flourished and Christmas was near.
Hark, the bells tolled.
The womanizer discovered love.
Too late.
For now she died much too quick.
Friends rally round.
Especially Lisa, his illegitimate daughter.
All in vain. For now his love is dead.
A year passed.
He stood near a window
as fluffy snow fell gently.
He looked at that set of seashells,
An ivory box and inside his old watch
which she gave him as mementos.
Outside raucous seagulls flew,
a harbinger of further devastating storms.
Yet the worst tempest was in his heart.
Tears fell profusely.
But time flies.
Rapturous Spring is in full swing.
Tranquillity reigns in his heart.
All the family drift
On the boat on the languid lake.
Lisa happy to be with her father,
And his new wife.
He holds his own child with care
Will it be the end of his womanizing?
A white swan glides near.
Euphoric tranquillity reigns.
16 April 2022
Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Life
You abolished the golden rule
No, this is not a lesson
You would learn in school
An assignment taught by life
And that is treating others justifiable
You have inverted
My vitality...in a measure
Meanwhile....you neglected
This earthen treasure
Damn your remorseful regret
You can find another
Who will not attest
To your womanizing and disrespectful ways
The treatment of your mate
Was more than I could ever take
So good luck to your next victim
Soon they will understand
Life with you can be deadly
And will be begging for immunity
Because of the unfortunate opportunity
Of being in a relationship with you
Sad to say it is only bad news
You never follow the golden rule
Once a boy now a man
Morgan Harper Knavery had a plan
To be the first officer in an all girls band
Musically thinking
Began drinking
His risqué coarse obscene informal blue
Ribald improper, naughty and so lewd
Quietly described by first avenue
Now a womanizing flute player
And the woman found him nay-slayer
So they gathered to conspire
To dismiss him by the hour
By impaling him so he would expire
A stupid murder fell on his flute while taking a shower
Alas the senseless murder of this bandmate womanizer
The murder death of womanizer Morgan Harper Knavery
4/17/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
I;m not buying what you sell
Because I can already tell
Everything you say to me
Isn't truthful, can't you see
The interest's no longer there
You're talking but I don't hear
Any words my ears are blocking
As the seconds are tick tocking
Turning into tortured minutes
Waiting for your mouth to finish
All the lies your tryna cover
Turning me into a lover
That you'll toss aside and use
But my heart and mind refuse
To be a notch put on your belt
I've known others who have felt
The pain of this act you pull
I know you are really full
Of disgust, meanness and lies
Shut up, walk away, don't try
To convince me you wont be
A womanizing a-- to me
I'm not falling for your sap
I am smarter than the crap
And foul odor from the sh--
Your mouth is trying to admit
There's something you should repent
All the heartache you have sent
My way and to many more
Who fell hard as they adore
Your sweet voice and caring charm
But then you lit off a bomb
That explodes and shakes their life
And causing all kinds of strife
When it doesn't bother you
Doing this your whole life through
Your mind doesn't have a clue
How damaging this can be
Find some sensitivity
And repair the hearts you've broke
With two words that should be spoke
"I'm Sorry" will be the start
Helping mend the broken hearts
Of the women you have made
So fragile and now afraid
To once again trust with those
Who want to get really close
Fix it now or you will meet
Someone that you can't defeat
They are stronger and won't take
Any of your crap and break
You in a way that's really bad
Causing you to be so sad
Like the people in your past
With shattered hearts inside a cast
They have been struggling for years
with the tag of:
racism,prostitution,gayism,witchcraft,womanizing,
beastiality,canibalism and satanism.
Truthful men won't be shaken by mistaken identity.
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