There is nothing more dread and more shameless than a woman who plans such deeds in her heart as the foul deed which she plotted when she contrived her husband's murder.
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Knife
Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Good Deeds
The right deed is a good deed,
Feathers are reclined on since birth.
One saying carries new meaning
For those who listen and create deeds.
A man’s heart implores goodness from the soul,
This is beautiful when his wishes are met.
The deed of the heart is a greater deed,
It is a highest deed, full of promise.
You are higher than this of course,
The cushions we sit on are relaxing
Due to your tallness and weight,
This is a secret of the soul.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Premeditation
Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.
And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Resented Dreams
When the dreams of sudden energy
Contrived my garden of joy
I too flowered and blossomed
In my very youth.
As the profession I had shared with people
Wore thin, I concocted a remedy
For I was a doctor within,
No dreams or illnesses.
I relaxed on the night of remembering my patients,
The dead were laid to rest and the mortuary
Stank of innocence, the dread
Filled the life of the sick.
May resentment be a tragedy
When resenting someone is like murder
Of another human being,
The same man or woman of the streets.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Of Sardanapalus's Dishonorable Life And Miserable Death.
TH' Assyrian king, in peace, with foul desire
And filthy lusts that stain'd his regal heart ;
In war, that should set princely hearts on fire,
Did yield vanquisht for want of martial art.
The dint of swords from kisses seemed strange ;
And harder than his lady's side, his targe : 1
From glutton feasts to soldier's fare, a change ;
His helmet, far above a garland's charge :
Who scarce the name of manhood did retain,
Drenched in sloth and womanish delight.
Feeble of spirit, impatient of pain,
When he had lost his honour, and his right,
(Proud time of wealth, in storms appalled with dread,)
Murder'd himself, to shew some manful deed.
poem by Henry Howard
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Deeds
Of all the greatest deeds
That man has ever conceived
It would be that one deed
That no-one ever did see.
The greatest deeds of them all
The one that people would recall
It would be that one deed
That no-one had ever saw.
The deeds that are always shown
Is like the wind that has blown
You are are cold and then awakened
But its memory is never known.
The good deeds that are quite
They are the ones with all the might
They are never, ever forgotten
And they are always in ones sight.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Suffer Little Children
Jesus said, 'Let the little children
come to me, and do not hinder
them, for the kingdom of heaven
belongs to such as these.'
And he said: 'I tell you the truth,
unless you change and become
like little children, you will never
enter the kingdom of heaven.”
What then does it mean
if a grown woman entreats
to her house little children
to a few gives candy sweets
just to plan torment
a three year old child
who does not understand
this women in her heart
plans these deeds from heart
that must rage at the parents
of an innocent three year old
child who cannot understand?
What then does it mean
if publicly her husband
claims this is their right
and neighbours are silent?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Husband...
A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective
A husband should be
Loving and romantic
A husband should be
Patient and understanding
A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know
When to fight and when to cry
A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses
A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his
poem by Sarah Holmes
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She Was a Great Woman - Coretta Scott King
She was a woman of strength
She handled great responsibility as her husband fought for our freedom
She was a woman of vision
As she stood by her husband she could see what he saw and continue to stand
She was a woman of courage
She never backed down because of danger that was around
She was a woman of intelligence
Being educated never propelled her to an attitude of haughtiness
She was a woman of passion
Once Martin was gone she continued the quest for the accomplishment of his dream
She was a woman of prayer
Her communication with God let her know that she must carry on
She was a woman of greatness
She never tried to place herself out front
She was a woman of servanthood
She served others while not seeking to be served
She was a woman of determination
She traveled near and far to carry on the legacy of her husband
She was a woman full of life
She loved God, her husband, her children and all mankind until the day she was called home
She was a Great woman
poem by Deidre Blair
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The Graph
Intelligently plotted and emotionally powered is my love for you,
But this is the graph that is plotted to your heart.
Of the graph and the muse,
Like the works of an act to swing about;
But my imaginations are for you my sweet one.
Of the graph and my style,
Intelligently plotted with your love to meet my heart;
But as a novelist, i have the touch of the writer's pen.
You are the graph of my love and,
The writer's pen that acts a lot for you to kiss me;
But the muse of my love will always be with you.
I am an influential Philosopher,
And i am ready to reach out to the whole world with my love;
But the graph of your love is always on my mind.
Let your emotional love touch me with a kiss,
And let your sweet breasts do the act;
For nicely plotted is your love to my heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Super Woman
She is very strong, does not complain about anything
she makes mistake, but still moving forward
Her husband is so proud of her
She takes responsibility husband home or not.
She did do all the paper works and gave her husband to sign.
She do everything, by herself. Everything
Super woman, who is like her?
She is every woman, wonder woman.
You know when you see her.
poem by Modupe Obatuyi
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I Am Not Your (Capital) 'Y'! ! !
Sick is sick! ! !
And plans are plans
Laying here in the warmth of my husband
Trying very hard to understand! ! !
Where do you come off, anyway?
Your schemes-delusions of a manic mind!
I love my husband in bed and out...
Do you need it-any better defined? !
And if i wasn't married
I wouldn't be looking for someone rude & crude
Besides, know about your devious plans
W & B and you know-the whole darn crew! ! !
So 'Y' not just dropp the 'Y'?
Because it does not represent me! ! !
Have no interest in manic-criminal pornographers
Is that so difficult to see?
Your mental illness and greed has taken its toll
You make me and my heart so very sick
You and your groups con games are the lowest of the low! ! ! !
Do not understand what makes you all tick!
I'm leaving you with these words-
I wear my ring because of the real love my husband & i share
What may have been on pause for a mere moment-
Is on full and filled to the brim with tender loving care! ! !
May i recommend you read a previous poem:
(((Damage Control))) (From his mouth to God's ears)
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From Past to Future
Looking at the man who was to be her husband, she thought back on her old life. All the hopes and dreams she'd had, the tragedies that had been hers. Knowing she was ready for her her new life she said to the preacher, 'I do'. As she kissed him, the man who now held the title of her husband, she also kissed the past goodbye. There was a future planned for her, far better than those lost hopes and dreams she'd left behind.
-Jeremiah 29: 11 'For I know the plans I have for you', declares the Lord ' plans to prosper you and not to harm you plans, to give you a hope and a future.'
Husband
Do you realise
That over the
Years, if you
Become dependent
On your husband -
Especially if you
Have a loving and
Caring, lovable
Husband.
You dread
What the world
Would be without
Him, when you
Would never be
Able to see your
Husband.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Love-letting
'Woman places corpse of husband in closet.
Linah B-,64, said her husband died
In October 31 in either 1977 or 1978 and she
Put him in a closet because she
Couldn't pay for a proper burial...'
Might've been a good case
For Perry Mason if foul play
Had been suspected, but
The authorities got to the bottom
Of the matter when they
Got the call from the workmen
Painting the house.
Seems there was a little more than
Plaster-of-Paris on a closet floor
Than the woman let on.
One might wonder at the woman's stead
To bear the dead crime,
'No, J- is not home today, '
No one the wiser what lay
In the closet's keep.
It'll probably be the 'in' thing now-
Home Burial.
Little women will squirrel
Their loved ones away-
Where the dead never leave the house.
poem by Edward Steinhardt
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Men would wander
Stigma attached to widowhood removed,
No woman would care to nurse her husband.
Disgrace clung to divorce taken away,
No woman would tolerate her husband.
Shame of infidelity wiped out,
No woman would mind ditching her husband.
Glory of virginity fast dying,
No woman would stay pure for her marriage
Shackles attached to her broken away,
Men, insecure by nature, would wander.
16.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The battle field
To marry too soon will land a woman
In a bad husband; her fate is sealed.
To marry too late will make a woman
Miss a good husband; her charms faded.
If her fortune got her a good husband,
There might be women to lure him away.
If her fate earned her a bad husband,
There would be fine men to lure her away.
A woman’s life is a battle field.
15.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pretty woman
Pretty woman.
But wife is beautiful.
Pretty woman is hot.
But wife is the sexiest.
Pretty woman is just for sex.
But a wife is to make love.
Wife is a forbidden fruit.
To you and all.
and wife is more caring.
Be at home and by her husband.
and wife is the husband diamond.
And the husband love making love to her.
That no other women can.
Make him feel so good.
and her husband always in love.
With her.
And wife is the husband success.
Loving and warm full happiness.
She bears our children. And
She is the most gifted darling.
poem by See Fee Lee
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Rope hair woman
Rope hair woman
Where you’re off to tonight
Rope hair woman
You’re lookin’ out of sight
O rope hair woman
I love with all my might
Rope hair woman if you could if you can
Let me be your dread lock man.
Dread lock man
Can you understand
That a rope hair woman
Does all that she can
To move you to that sexual point
Better then your hand
O rope hair woman
Here is my plain
Rope hair woman I will give
Up my womanly man
O rope hair woman
The world can understand
That you want a dread lock man.
poem by David E. Patton
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To Love A Woman
(ian hunter)
To love a woman
Lost and lonely through the night
My baby doesnt hear me right
Cross my heart and hope to die
The words wont come although I try
Its there beneath me deep and strong
And when I speak it sounds so wrong
Oh cross my heart and hope to die
Ill never know the reason why
You and I were so in love
And if the sun wont shine
Ill be warm enough for the both of us
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
Sometimes when Im away from you
I love you more you know its true
Oh cross my heart and hope to die
This loneliness is good sometimes
And youll return smile over me
And I still cant say whats plain to see
But cross my heart and hope to die
Youll never know how hard I try
You and I we fell in love
And if the sun wont shine
Ill be warm enough for the both of us
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
Loving a woman like you aint hard to do
You know it happens all the time
To love a woman another woman
To love a woman aint never been hard
(cross my heart and hope to die)
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
So Ill go on through this night
Wishing the words to come out right
Cross my heart and hope to die
This stubborn tongues gonna make me cry
Just accept me as I am
Understand Im a quiet man
Cross my heart and hope to die
I dread the day you say goodbye
You and I we fell in love
And if the sun wont shine
Ill be warm enough for the both of us
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
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