When dawn's first light caresses your face,
And dreams linger, refusing to erase.
The world stirs softly, a whispered song,
And you, young woman, find where you belong.
In the mirror’s gaze, a future unfolds,
A tapestry of tales yet to be told.
Each breath you take is a promise kept,
In the silent hours where secrets are slept.
Hope is the thread that winds through your days,
A guiding star in a night’s endless maze.
You dance with shadows, but never in fear,
For strength is born from your every tear.
Your heart, a compass, true and clear,
Navigates oceans both far and near.
In every step, a story lies,
Beneath the expanse of your endless skies.
So, walk boldly, where dreams align,
For a young woman, the world is thine.
Embrace the dawn, and what it brings,
In the symphony of life, spread your wings.
You're an angry woman or so the text reads
The statues and paintings don't match the text
I've seen your image in blue and white hues
Very Zen
But you thanked God that he brought down the powerful
lifted up the lowly and sent the rich away empty
You were told not to be afraid, but you don't seem scared
At the wedding in Cana you seem pushy
You sent your other sons to "collect" Jesus" and he said "who is my mother?"
I've known women like you, sort of
Your anger echoes in the anger of women protesting, unsettling feminine rage
Maybe it was your son that cleared the temple
For her replies a much disagreeable voice
Over this daring to rejoice;
Any young man’s triggered depression a delight
His heart failure by half, her show of might;
Not to me different from Arrows of The North
Whose poisoned tip summons my wrath.
Choosing to in styles sway her hip
To ensure that men’s sure steps slip,
Admirers’ stops for pleasantries resenting
For a handshake an unwilling palm presenting;
Often glowering at offences not offered,
In tears dissolving for The-Not-Suffered,
To soon a lawyer hire for the unproven,
Her face lived – a Scalding Oven…
All, what her mother had taught her,
If she wants to with A Guy go far;
Their tutorials always in some closet,
Her first lesson “To always seem upset”.
A young woman’s back-bones
are never bent for no reason
lips are not shapely for no purpose
she carries no bag for no intention
swims through air as queen hunter
for no calculated bright reason
if the hair is absent, eye lashes short
when those in streets look back not
then which God created her wrong?
the young woman
ponders life’s hardships
her hair thins quickly
In the manner of lovers
I embrace the dream.
In the nature of solitude
I cherish your desire.
It is an act without intention,
The cause remote;
And I am in the web of it
With all the others.
A little mad
With all this exotic experience...
Such a fine young woman,
Bemused and unresisting...
And a little mad,
Like the rest of us.
THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW TO GIVE THANKS
i am joyous- i am overjoyed
for the tragedy a young girl came to avoid
her mother is now infinitely relieved
because i always knew the wondrous woman believed
when she got the sad news there was a shadow cast
but now the sun eradicated the shade at last
there were so many hymns left for her to sing
but she couldn't because her angel had a broken wing
and so her still small voice was quieted by fear
and anguish impossible for a mother to bear
but she looked evil straight in the face
and assured her daughter she'd be all right in her mother's embrace
i am a happy man today for sure
because it seems they finally came upon a cure
today that mother watches her angel hover because of the gift she received
because i always knew the wondrous woman believed
this lovely lady and i thank the six or seven of
you who read my poem "THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW TO
PRAY"
(c) 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
She was a woman
who fought for her rights
Struck down by a
mindless murderer
An offbeat note
in a symphony of hate
Her legs will no longer
traverse the green campus
All of her love
Her desires for the future
ended
A newspaper tells
this tale
An empty seat in the
class
Just as spring returns
So life will continue
The earth still revolves
Around the sun
Minus one
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