Quilted woman’s dwarf man showed off his duds
Some of his co-workers sounded like Elmer Fudds.
They were jealous of his outfit, make no doubt.
Some went home angry, others gave a little pout.
dainty handkerchiefs
pretty embroidered flowers
too tiny to use
lavender sachet
permeating bureau drawers
old woman items
orange tree guarded the woman’s fantasies daily
She visited him often with her pony dog Bailey
sometimes they would drag along a yellow duck
He had a hoarse weird bark, that was no cluck.
The woman sat under orange tree and plotted fine.
Sometimes she wrote a page, other times a line.
Her giant yellow cat would play beside her with his mouse.
The rodent was purple, and lived inside their house.
Orange tree felt respected by these five.
They liked to frolic, play, joke, and dive.
under his shade, which made him feel special indeed.
He was grateful to the woman, for planting his seed.
They’re made to look identical,
hide all that is unique.
With scarfs and veils and clothes that mask,
their beautiful physique.
In laws of old religion,
no woman was born free.
Sometimes sold by fathers,
a financial commodity.
The more that females cry out,
the tighter the noose gets.
The more they try to break away,
the uglier the threats.
The males which hold the power,
fear they’ll be left alone.
Because they know that deep inside,
the women all have grown.
Grown from ancient customs
which keep them tethered to,
a lifetime lived in servitude,
each day told what to do.
To cook and clean like servants,
their worth to all the men.
Surrender themselves every day,
no matter how or when.
They want to have their freedom,
end old ways of the past.
Each one with their autonomy,
where their word is the last.
So they remove their headscarfs,
march in protest of their plight.
Their numbers keep on growing,
for it’s every woman’s fight.
Woman’s Desire
What’s all this rigmarole and claptrap
About the man being the only one thinking of sex?
Well, truth be known,
A woman, skin deeply eager, thinks much of it too…
Once leaving the job, after
The shopping; the vaccuuming; the cooking; the pots,
Pans, and dishes; after the childrens’
Homework, meals, baths, and good-night kisses;
Once the cat and dog have gone out and in
Twice, been fed, and cooed over while petted;
After inquires about her spouse’s work, complaints,
And wishes; after the phone calls to people of concern;
After checking the bank account, new emails, and
Cleaning out her handbag; counting out lunch monies;
Preparing the morrow’s snacks and clothing; writing
The lists of to-do’s and schedules; and, preparing medications…
Afrter all that, following ten minutes of rest
In a cushioned chair,
Among the first wishes of her long-patient body,
Is for some time to linger, living
Pleasure’s words whispered by her passion’s tongue.
A woman desires to lay felt and feeling sensuously
With her beloved, warm and spent,
Close to sleep at her side.
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(c) sally young eslinger 9/16/2023
The women screamed when a man peeked into the room.
The seasoned nurse said pardon you! To the groom.
Is my wife in here? He asked, with his face in the door.
I will be there in a minute, said his wife, name Eleanor.
The other women were glad for her, but did not like to see
A peeking Tom even if it was her husband, Mr. McFee.
This was a women’s dormitory, no men allowed.
Even one little man seemed to feel a bit like a crowd.
A woman is a wonder to behold,
A force of nature, strong and bold.
Her beauty shines both inside and out,
Her heart full of love and her mind devout.
Her eyes are pools of endless depth,
Reflecting the joys and pains she's kept.
Her voice can soothe, calm and inspire,
Lifting up those whose spirits tire.
Her hands are gentle, yet firm and sure,
Working hard with a heart so pure.
She brings forth life with each new birth,
Guiding her children through life's worth.
A woman's strength knows no bounds,
She overcomes, she perseveres, she astounds.
She is a warrior, a queen, a friend,
Her love and compassion knows no end.
So here's to the women of this world,
May your dreams and passions unfurl.
May you know your worth and never forget,
You are loved, respected, and a force to be reckoned with.
bonfire woman dances a tango I can barely follow
her flames pop and sizzle, swirling in a way that tantalizes
I follow her enticing dance with my eyes, wanting to follow it with my feet
she is too fast for me, spinning, swaying, dipping, swirling, popping, clicking.
I am mesmerized.
Shelly had heard of the fastest way to a man’s heart
And she did not doubt if, for it was also the way to hers
She was thrilled when she married a world-renown chef
Not realizing when he came home after work
The last thing he would want to do is cook or bake
A Womans Beauty is like nature, look at their beauty as you pass by. Sometimes, you take a moment, to just appreciate it. Then there's a time, where you put your awareness on the place, and free that part of their heart, as saving a fish, that was trapped in a puddle. And it wanted too be back in the flow of life.
Reply not to a womans punch:
Bruises you won’t find the following dawn.
You rather her ask to surrender her lunch
For your gorgeous garment she has torn….
And you neither down go
After a woman’s ill-wishing blow
For you can still her show
You can in her company flow
And her punches, vanishing pains after noon;
Wounds hydrogen peroxide dispatch soon.
Can you care to much
Love to strong
Give away your soul
Problems help her to resolve
Who knows a woman’s mind
I walked that extra mile
To watch her drop my heart
Is it too much to adore
Should caring be rationed
Love measured out
Who knows a woman’s mind
When is the time to walk to the horizon
Turn and wave goodbye
while still holding tears in your eyes
Who knows a woman’s mind
She journeys through time
As she goes door to door to her past,
And travel miles from miles to her mistakes.
She lands to her affairs
As she tours to the internal misery disease
Called deception that slay her spirit.
She continues to travel
As she learns about her love of yesterdays
To realize her past is the step to her future.
She is reborn.
She loved him from the moment they met
His arms ‘round her, the passion felt
She welcomed his love with no regret
With every kiss, her heart would melt!
The years flew by, and life evolved
He began to change, she knew not why
She vowed his problems could be solved
He promised to change, he would try...
But when bruises came with abuse
She sheltered her children from harm
Then came the day her mind let loose
From deep within her soul, the alarm…
She had struggled thru most of her life
Under the hammer of low esteem
Trying her best to be the good wife
A new existence, hers to redeem!
The children gone, she bid him farewell
There lay before her an open book
From the pages left, her heart would swell
Going forward without a backward look
To the chapter that was a living hell.
It seems Mother Nature is now going thru the “change”
After millions of years it begins to be so strange
The cycle of birth, whether days or eons of time
Growing pains were abundant with great reason ‘n rhyme.
There came a time of growing, as she filed out her space
Beautiful flora and fauna were put upon her face
For man to inherit all that she had given him
A balance was created, and it was not just a whim…
Man’s intervention would follow, and wars would be fought
She was pushed to the limit, but then she had a thought
“I’m too old to accept constant manipulation.”
“It’s time to show them who’s in charge, in every nation!”
“Twilight’s coming too early so, now I’ll rearrange…
And, as all women know, hot flashes come with the “change!”
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