The excitement that you were feeling about a special, unique path for yourself as a woman is all part of your identification with and attachment to being female. And that's ultimately all ego.
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The Romance Of A Book
Reading a book, you're hit by romance,
No matter the subject matter,
You can read and read,
And every book is different,
Some stories are more pleasant than others,
While some are funny, but most are serious,
For the romance of a book,
Is in everyone's heart,
No matter their age or height,
Whether male or female:
It is all relative and I devour,
Each and every book,
I can read the classics,
Or even a heart-warming romance,
I just get through so many books,
I love every storyline,
Not so much the gory parts,
But the cleverness of the fictional detectives,
And those rock stars that roam the stage,
For a book is something that will never age,
No matter how many years on the shelf,
And stories can be shared with everyone else,
Yet everyone has their own views,
And books can be lifting when they're feeling blue,
For people have been reading fiction for centuries,
But, of course, not all books are fictional:
There're the historical books, interesting,
Even if a reader is just passing through,
And we can all learn something from the history books,
And let's not forget the autobiographies:
Many a man and woman fascinating,
Having lead unique lives and having had special loves,
And there is a romance to these people,
For they walked the same earth as everyone else,
Yet brought something strange and special to the world,
Like a scientist making a new discovery,
Or a rock star penning a hit song,
And all these things are which make books belong,
I haven't met anyone yet who finds books boring,
Because books are not boring: they are fascinating,
Unique, special, strange, romantic and enjoyable,
And every reader's dream: like hitting 'play' on a record,
For this is the romance of a book.
poem by Paula Glynn
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Woman, a forbidden fruit
Eyes stand for mercy; but woman’s
For men in love at the end?
Lips stand for truth; but woman’s
For men in love at the end?
Breasts are a fountain of lust; but
For men in wait at the end?
Woman stands for man salvation;
But for men with faith at the end?
What for was woman cast by the God,
To be special unlike animals’ female?
12.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Path Of Normality
They say I'm special, they say I'm weird, they call me unique, and yet I cry no tear. For I am on a path, one for all too someday see, a path of normality that will someday be apart of me. But shall I stay this way, am I a monster shall I be, for there are certain parts of me that none shall ever see, the part that is never for anyone to meet. For the real me is strong and my rage is like wheat, thin as a feather, but heavy as a brick, there's only so long until it falls.
For once it does, Oh God curse that day, for torture am me so I keep my mind at bay. At bay for what is never to be … a monster… a human… a resentful me. For I go day by day with what is call "normality", hoping that every day I live, and die as me. For to be someone else is something other than me, other than normal, a monster I fear of thee. For even if I die today I want all to tell and see, how I am on a path of normality to finally find the True Me. Hiding or exposed I don't care of thee, because now I am set right … now I feel flight … and soon I will bask in the glory of seeing them real me, starting with a path of normality.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Do not feel you are special, let others feel so
It is natural that
Each one of us is
Special and unique
In his or her own way
Problem it becomes
When we feel strongly about it
And when no others
Come up and tell
You are special
We all do things
But will not do things
The same way others do
We have our own way
And style of doing that
Others gauge our performance
Based on the quality of the outcome
Punctuality, consistency
And very importantly
Our attitude to what we do
All of us differ in all these aspects
And in that we stay special and unique
It is but human nature
To expect others to
Recognize what is done
And come out with a word of appreciation,
Which is a sort of motivation
But others are not that generous
To tell great things about what you have done
Often they are quick to find out
The lapses in your performances
This is where, all of us get stuck
And feel bad about it
You have the right to feel
You are special and unique
But do not expect others
To feel that
You can, however, make them feel so
And recognize your great things
By the quality of performance and
Your attitude towards it
Do not feel special about you
Let others do so
By your excellence
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Protagonist
A woman of her nature…
What is that…
Who is that…
Why is that…
Kind …and respect is due…
Loveable…and respect is over due…
Mother…and disrespected…
Lover…and confused…
Daughter and misunderstood…
Sister and forgotten…
Friend and the phone never rings…
So many women…
So many men…
Are abusing each other…
To each other they forget…
The male, female protocol…
Men have lost there balls…
Women don’t think to call…
Let men know…
SHE is his queen…
SHE is his gift…
SHE is woman…
God’s special creation…
Male and female…
Wake up…
Respect one another…
There is nothing else.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Lust for her
I used to watch her silently from the corner
I thought she would be certainly falling in love later
It was just my feeling and forced me to think
There was nothing new as I started to dream and wink
I found something unique in her beauty
This might be a grace to few from almighty
At first sight anybody may want to have relation
As beauty is such a fine gift from god to feel elation
When you fall in for real love, certain aspects take back seat
Love and affection reign supreme and take all precautions to beat
Remove any misgivings and bring in new kind of attachment
The sky and stars matter so much just to add fine moment
I was not at all fascinated by her outer beauty
But inter magnetic pull and fine blend of quality
Her gorgeous look and intelligence could attract anyone
Even though I was ordinary but considered as special one
I had not uttered a word to her honor
Yet she picked it correctly and understood for
This was strong enough for me to go after her
And try at any level to woo and earnestly offer
Neither am I poet who can write many things in her praise
Nor a blind person who will follow her and make hasty chase
Yet it is powerful attraction and compels me to make a drive
I felt it is going to prove a big start and means to survive
My love story is not going to be a mere lust for her beautiful body
It is intense feeling for attachment with complete devotion to somebody
I shall like to prove complete her man in days to come
Now only one thing left to be seen is how does she welcome?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Only For Attachment
Only for attachment
I have seen woman
Not as Mother
Not as creator
And could not find
Her place in the world
And could not see the world
Properly in proper form
Only for attachment.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Everybody Is Special
Every child is special,
Everybody is special,
Every man is special,
Every woman is special,
Special in the name of nature to live on the earth;
But, try to respect everybody! !
No matter the colour;
For, we didn't create ourselves.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A time for hero's
Some people say,
That we are all special,
We do things in a unique way,
An always make a difference
From being champions,
To being losers,
From winning the gold,
To be a time for a hero
Looking frail and grey,
Like some rotten meat,
From a dead birds prey,
Must have some form of a sentence
A time for you, me or us all,
To be unique and special,
Like today and tomorrow,
Will be that time for a hero
7/12/08
poem by Paul Prescott
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Holy Woman!
Quietly sitting
In my chamber of solitude,
Old memories from my mind retrieving
And coping with a sadness of great magnitude...
O Holy Woman! I am thinking of you!
I think of you and I get the chill,
Trying so hard to put into words
What at this moment I really feel
And expose it to the entire world...
O Holy Woman! thinking of you, I will always!
Emptiness has invaded my heart,
Since I no longer see your face...
Feeling blue now that we are apart,
Knowing no other woman can take your place...
O Holy Woman! thinking of you I will always!
You gave me life and plenty of love,
You taught me to see the difference
Between right and wrong...
You never treated me with indifference,
To you, I dedicate this poem
While I imagine you smiling above...
O Holy Woman! thinking of you, always!
O Holy Woman! a part of me has died,
Since you have been gone,
For you, my eyes many times have cried,
Now, I place a yellow rose on your headstone...
O Holy Woman! without you there is not home!
O Holy Woman! for you I will always pray!
Aware that my time will also come,
Hoping to see you again in that special day! ...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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God Thank You Womam
Woman, thank you thank you
God thank you woman
What we have is something special
Something quite unique
What we have should last forever
Heaven at my feet
I would give the world to you
Or anything you need
There is nothing I wont do
Just promise that youll never leave
Chorus:
God thank you woman
Thank you thank you
For the joy that you give to me
God thank you woman
Thank you thank you
For the joy that you give to me
In this world you are my pleasure
No one can compete
Happiness is hard to measure
Woman youre so sweet
I would give my heart to you
Youre the air I breathe
There is nothing I wont do
Just promise that youll never leave
(chorus)
When Im alone at night
I think of love
Well, baby thats alright
But it aint enough
Wont you call me if you need me
I have loved
I would give the world to you
Or anything you need
Oh God thank you woman
Thank you thank you
For the joy that you give to me
song performed by by Culture Club
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Ancestral Woman
I was never child
My maternal granny called me an old, old soul
I seen time come and go
I gave birth to giving birth
Ain’t nothin I don’t know
The sun is my shade I pull it down to allow darkness and light
To give birth to the same day, the eternal now
Then, you ask me, as woman
Then, you ask me, as a colored woman
Then, you ask me, as a female
Then, you ask me, as a black female
Then, you ask me, as a Mother
Then, you ask me, as the epitome of androgeny
What is my contribution, evolution ain’t as old
I been in the grave, beyond the grave
I been the grave, I had to brave the newness of oldness
I remember when silence was communication
Being blind the revelation
Not knowing the greatest education
Nothingness the only information
I am the past, my innateness the futre
My being the immediate now
I am the ancient androgenous embryo
I render gender apropos
I survived domestice violence and sexual abuse
Being told I am of no use
Cause I won’t accept yo validation
As my self-reaization
Then, you ask me, as a woman
Then, you ask me, as a colored woman
Then, you ask me, as a female
Then, you ask me, as a black female
Then, you ask me, as a Mother
Then, you ask me, as the epitome of androgeny
What is my contribution, evolution ain’t as old
I been the grave, beyond the grave
I been the grave, I had to brave the newness of oldness
How does it feel being a Woman
It feels like
I Am all, in all, sustain all, absolutely independent of all
My power never diminishes
Life never starts, never finishes
I come from The Woman we are
She is the ultimate extended family
There is only One Woman
She is the innate evidence exuding all women
My very composition is memories of being other women
I am made of every Woman
Then again, so is existence
I Am The Temple minus the veil
I, Am still waiting to exhale
Then, you ask me, as a woman
Then, you ask me, as a colored woman
Then, you ask me, as a female
Then, you ask me, as a black female
Then, you ask me, as a Mother
Then, you ask me, as the epitome of androgeny
What is my contribution, evolution ain’t as old
I been in the grave, beyond the grave, I been the grave
I had to brave the newness of oldness
Then, you ask me what, is my contribution
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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Diamonds are forever
Diamonds are for ever and to be retained as treasure
So are the friends whose love can’t be measured
Both occupy a unique position and play a vital role
We keep them at heart and feel very near to our soul
Diamonds never loose their value so the friends
So much belonging and safety in the life till the end
Today is the day to realize the pulse of real feeling
Where you are never to let me down willing or unwilling
Why I lay stress on my female friends so close to the chest?
They from all over the places stretching form east to west
What a lovely feeling mixed with sorrow, love and hate?
I might have realized it not in life early but very late
Why female friends give more humanly touch?
Do they care more and show the path with torch?
May be they are gifted with all cares and devotion
I go all out for them without any reservation or question
Thousands have stood by me in my creative work to go on
Never cared for their feelings and came off to their own
What a beautiful feeling and respect and never to disown?
Create a position and belief never to be shaken of its own
What do the sun, stars and sky suggest to for its purpose?
Why have we to take everything with calculated move and suppose
It has its own stand to be aligned with the emotions and feelings
Nothing comes all of sudden but with pure internal feelings
What do I see in them in this particular day?
Is the only mean to realize the goal in a way?
Expressing the desire in the possible way with sweet words/
Look with hopes and never to fall back without inching forwards
I saw in you my guardian, savior, lover and companion
This day may ignite special spark in eyes for closer union
Stars may loose their tails or fall to dash the ground
I may see the great hope and enough hope to be found
I may not survive to witness it still further
I am sure you may take it still deeper and deeper
What is left behind in life after missing so much?
It is closeness and fondness at heart as such
Days may come and go after certain duration
Nothing will be remembered or left for its elevation
I think not about fall out but opposite to negation
Believe in it and concurre it for affirmation
You come each day in life and spread the light
Show me the direction in which to go left or right
I have only love and affection to offer but not the fight
To be in near vicinity and not loosing hope or sight
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Bells Announcing Our Wedding Day
Today is a wonderful day for me,
I feel so special, I just did ten years ago,
I remember when we entered the church,
The sound of the bells announcing our wedding day.
The feelings I had on that day, i'll never forget,
I'll tresure them forever in my being,
That special way i'll never feel again,
Such an unique feeling that brings joy to my heart.
I thank you for being besides me,
Through the good times when we laughed with joy,
And through the hard moments, to surpass,
You were always by my side, you never let me down.
I wish to be with you forever,
To live together one thousand lives,
Our time time will never be enough,
To show you i care and how much i love you.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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It's every woman's tragedy, that, after a certain age, she looks like a female impersonator. Mind you, we've known some lovely female impersonators, in our time.
quote by Angela Carter
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And I think a woman should find it a joy to be female because God made both male and female.
quote by Little Richard
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I think a woman should find it a joy to be female because God made both male and female.
quote by Little Richard
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Ode to the female form
Ode to the female form
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A song of beauty plays
to the tune of desire
striking a note in the soul
a look into the mind seduces
a song ode to the female form
soft, delicate, sensual
alive with every feeling
serenades aloud to be heard
play on sweet song
enter the soul and mind
with a beauty known
as woman kind
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Excitement You Express is Fantastic
I understand,
In full detail...
Where you have been.
And come from with your logic.
I need not take time to waste mine,
For your updates.
Any patience I once had,
You may have been familiar with...
At a time you fidgited as I taught,
No longer exist...
To give to you in a listening process.
Although,
I will say this...
You make me feel proud.
'Someone' has finally seen 'something'!
Now,
With that said...
Will you remove yourself off my path.
The excitement you express is fantastic.
Keep that.
However...
If you notice my enthusiasm not being as great,
It has been exhausting completing the assignment...
Of opening people's eyes,
From their hypnotizing attachments.
Now,
With 'that' said...
Will you remove yourself off my path.
The excitement you express is fantastic.
Keep that.
You are going to need that.
Plenty of it.
So preserve it.
Trust me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Women
This world is, because of the woman
this universe is, because of the woman
nothing exists without the woman
our existence is, because of the woman.
Why being a woman then
should be humiliation?
Why a woman then
should face indignation?
always the woman becomes the prey...?
always the woman has no say.....?
The woman is a mother, also a mother–in-law
the woman is a sister, also a sister-in-law
the woman has many roles to play
a daughter-in-law perfects that night & day.
Why then a woman does
torture another woman?
Why does a ma-in-law
torches a daughter in-law?
Why does a woman destroy another’s world?
Why does jealousy overcomes a sister-in-law?
In the woman, power is manifest,
yet she is unaware and that is a jest.
she becomes Durga when in rage
telling everyone, she is no sage
the woman is where, awakening is there
her absence creates crematoriums everywhere.
Why do then a woman abhor the birth of a female?
Wants a child, whose gender is male?
the male is indebted to her for the courage and life
yet no rewards for the woman, her entire life.
This is the story of the woman, full of anguish
Plight of a woman is because of another’s wish
Exploitation of the woman could not have taken place
Had a woman given the other a little more space.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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