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Think I need a man in my life-
a dear writer-friend suggested.
So please dismiss and remiss,
prior I've requested.
Thinking, a man in my life,
could really make things right.
he my man could be my fan...
and fan me all the night.
Cleopatra I could be,
he could be my slave...
YES I think I need a man in my life,
excelled in a good wave!
Think I need a man in my life,
makes me very hot.
"Think I need a husband"-
I simply have forgot.
Think I need a man in my life,
that sounds like so much fun.
Winter time he'll be all mine,
a heater like the sun.
Think I need a man in my life,
to bring me lots of flowers...
Chocolates too; must bring a few,
hand feed me for hours.
Would be nice to have a man in my life,
oh how it sounds so sweet.
I could yell- what's that smell and
he could kiss my feet !
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Once again without my lover;
a cold moon is soon to be
For this I have some tension and
anxiety...
If only then I knew
that here would be a twist,
For once there was and now because...
gazing at the mist.
The moon will keep on rising,
stiff my bones become.
This weeping soul; I loved that troll,
freeze sets in; I'm numb.
Will huddle to the morning,
alone I'm here and older.
From the bites of nippy nights,
feeling so much colder.
Be still, retrace eternal grace-
the nights of making love.
So I stir with me you were...
the man unworthy of.
Thus it will keep rising,
as memories return.
Once the cold is bitter,
maybe then I'll learn.
Dear it haunts me truely,
my first, my very last.
The moon it spun- the damage done;
lost love from in the past.
Understanding a mere branding,
revising such disguising.
Never knew I'd be so blue from this
cold moon rising.
You loved me very much,
whilst laying in my bed.
For the day- I'll be OK,
now think you must be dead.
Here it did so take me-
again a night of gloom.
For me was cold- the love you told
reminiscence of thee ruin.
Somehow I must escape this;
to break the loop of woe.
For heavy is the burden,
due to weight I tow.
So looking at the future,
marriage- he's devising.
Will he miss the past of bliss,
through a cold moon rising...
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Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2019
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Driven by fear of yesteryear
Forgetting we lived through
Hardships, disasters, calamity
Nature brought on queue
Though those times were difficult
Hope we had reserved
Light had beamed from joy we dreamed
Blessings had been served
Count your blessings
Say thank you for all the greater sent
To be happier in life;
Decreasing discontent
Build up by leaving be
All we can’t control
To shape ones bed and rest ones head
To nurture deep ones soul
Will only form us stronger
Throughout such filth and bile
Returning to the now of new
Solely is worthwhile
For great is life in this space
On this world-Respect
When living in the moment
We reaped rewards correct.
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Men cannot be trusted
emotionless and hardened,
They tend to be aggressive
Then thoughtlessly are pardoned.
Promiscuously driven
With ego swelling large,
They're loud, endowed and over proud
And in your life they'll barge!
They see vastly different
They see a girl- a prize,
Their honesty is always great
Until they just tell lies.
They'll blame you for everything
They'll treat you as a game,
They're really not so interesting
Predictable and lame.
Hence before you run away
To whatever you have lusted,
Take heed of what I say...
For men should not be trusted.
Now, I could back this poem up
With proof of evidence,
As damages that most men do
Is astronomically immense.
Though I’m sure when they do read this
They’ll hate and much resent
The honesty and forthrightness
From a poetess unbent.
Yes we need to put them in their place
Before problems rise again
Wars and violence amongst our silence
All due to stupid men.
Though I wonder Joe and all that know
Andy and Big Randy
So I’ll admit just a bit
Men can be soooo handy !
And I’m fortunate to know
Good mans’ integrity
The ones who care a very rare
And voice this literally.
Though I’ve generalised and chastised
The ones not up to speed
I’ll be fair and I’ll share
Men…I know we need.
They’re great when they are good
Respectable and kind
They can be the bestest friends
And ease our worried mind.
Baby boys so wonderful
And innocence impart
Uplifting me, will always be
Forever in my heart.
The he whose not corrupted
It’s him I do commend
And loyal I will always be
To a good true friend.
How brothers I have missed you
Through the push and shove
And I am grateful never hateful
For platonic love…
Here here I’m not so sexist
Indifferent, a goner,
As I think of he who strengthens me
'tis he, I love and honour.
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I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepyhead
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
Mother knows what’s best
Mother knows what’s right
Underneath the moonlight
I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepy nose
Right down to your toes
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
Mothers lullaby
Dreamtime waits shut eye
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepy arms
I love you sleepy legs
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepy eyes
I love you sleepy ears
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
Mother knows what’s best
Now we have a rest
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead...
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One thing after another;
guess they forget about love,
consumed by greed of money,
whilst God watches from above.
Did not anyone ever teach them-
what is wrong and what is right,
deep breathing til it’s over;
upon my tongue i bite.
Series of challenges;
that wickedness entails,
Am so brave from love you gave;
enlightened by your trails.
God help me to get through this;
hence leave this in your hands.
I cannot bare the burdens;
what evilness commands.
One thing after another;
that devil stirred the pot,
Now I’m with my maker;
evilness cannot.
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The dazzling exquisite sunrise had captured me to stare
pumpkin, orange, tangerine and amber of bright glare
I recall the tiger sprawl that burned the skyline vast
How the break of day lit up to reminisce the past
Now sky is dark and with no spark though memory of morn
Magnificently glorious today it was at dawn.
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T'was a beauteous morning I stood there adoring,
the florists flowers finest.
From outside I peered as a little I feared-
may come down with a pollen puffed sinus.
That's when I sighted hence truely delighted;
a blossoming rose differentiated.
Dashed in and out to purchase the sprout,
which completely captivated.
Studied it's life every day, every night,
peeling-petals naturally.
With no sense of age though still did engage,
loving and living life's tapestry.
Though something I noticed-the colours were deepest,
the prettiest of all at the later...
Some said 'dying', though I knew from the spying,
The rose near the end, gave the greater.
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smiling assassins
listening with fixed smiles
only to gossip
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So you've been around the world and
Have university degrees and
Married
With lots of trophies?
With all you have-
You should be ashamed
Throughout your life-
No wisdom you have gained?
So this is your worth and
this is your cost
today you have everything
so tomorrow- will be lost.
I lay here scribbling words
Feeling guilty as can be,
Who cares about the starving children
and bombarding vanity?
Just- I am an adult and
i don't know how to help
Innocence dying
Whilst others sit on wealth.
No.... no I have no money,
Not enough to share
Though trying to express
that i really care.
With knowledge they are fighting
wishing for mere food and
Here are the others-
Who are selfish and so rude.
Been around the world?
What about the starving children?
Have university degrees?
What about the starving children??
Your married?
What about the starving children???
Lots of trophies?
WHAT ABOUT THE STARVING CHILDREN????
Sincerely wish you a great holiday and
Your shopping is well spent!
God help me I am starving and
I'm innocent.
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