Two Famous Women Of History (Fun Poem 112)
Eve was the first woman
who tempted Adam with an apple,
when he went to take a bite
the worm in it hypnotised him
telling him to take her
and be damned,
and we all were.
Cleopatra was another woman
and under her spell, Mark Anthony fell.
The result of that union the Roman Empire crumbled
and also the flame was lit for Nero
to fiddle while Rome burned
and Julius before him didn’t fare too well neither.
28 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Women for the Men
To clasp a silken-textured breast
Is nothing but a daily quest
Of preternatural drive.
We wonder of the fulsome fare
Her bra undone might bring to bear -
Disclosing all so we may stare
For hours on end upon the pair of
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A bleak affair,
And why we still survive!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Battered Doll
A red dress for blood spilt,
Torn blouse for flesh rent;
Ladders in the stockings –
A rung for every callous blow landed.
Scuffed shoes winked about the kicks –
After all, bruise-gorged eyes can’t –
Just permanently closed.
Burning tears were scant warmth
Against a chill from ugly cries.
Lipstick smudges on the chin to
Nullify all vestiges of beauty –
Those that constituted rare patches
Of purest cream skin, from
Days of feminine joy, telling once
Upon a time there was an angel…
But now, a battered doll.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
My dreams are of a
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Woman, Oh Woman (A Song)
Woman, Oh woman
Why do you make me feel
Every time I'm near you
My heads a spinning wheel
Woman, Oh woman
What have you done to me
Woman, Oh woman
Did you cast a spell on me
Woman, Oh woman
When you touch me, I chill
When you kiss me, I'm in heaven
I've known nothing so real
Woman, Oh woman
When I gaze into your eyes
I'm blinded by the passion
I feel that's deep inside
Woman, Oh woman
Did you over do your spell
My hearts in many pieces
It sadens me to tell
Woman, Oh woman
What have you done to me
Woman, Oh woman
Did you cast a spell on me
Woman, Oh woman
In sadness I do tell
My hearts in tiny pieces
Did you over do your spell.
poem by Bill Simmons
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Sandal
What a marvelous pair of sandals beloved you wear?
And you resemble me Cleopatra.
Be careful my sweetheart as the road is slippery
And your poor Julius. Caesar is barefooted.
Look into the sky Rome is burning and Nero plays his violin with the crooked bow.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Ain't That Just Like A Woman
Adam was as happy as a man can be
Til he started messin with an old apple tree
Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman she'll do it every time
You can buy a woman clothes give her money on the side
No matter what you do she ain't never satisfied
Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman she'll do it every time
song performed by by Alice Cooper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Am Known As Woman
Truth left before the morning
The lies remain to explain its absence
I was left with my essence
To stand tall in your presence
Come with it
Try to break my spirit
I am known as woman
Worthy to bring forth life
Obligated to preserve existence
Masquerading as a representative of Zion
Answering all unclaimed questions
Never once will I alter
I am known as woman
Water don’t flow through my veins
Obliterating all negative stains
Mirrored in the image of Queen Nefertiti
Anointed in the cup of my duties
Never will I forget
I am known as woman
Wisdom is my protector
Observer of all that is around
Messiah I will say, not master
Acclamation is for my father
Never will I deny
I am known as woman
Willing to forgive
Offensives committed against me
Mainly because I want to live in Harmony
Atonement is what I seek
Never ending my destiny
I am known as woman
Come with it
Try to break my spirit
Adam, Samson and Julius Caesars
Are your fore fathers
Eve, Delilah and Cleopatra
Are my mothers
I am known as woman.
poem by Tricia Whyte
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Her Desire for 40G
Now back when I was 28,
I met and loved a 38 –
DD!
Hmm…I never really saw her eyes…
Perhaps I never needed to –
‘Twas all about her size.
Come on, be honest,
You really show surprise?
Oh yes, the storyline:
One sunny day she said to me,
‘I need to make you happy, see,
By undergoing surgery
So you can have my guarantee
That when you see my 40G,
You’ll hit new heights of ecstasy! ’
‘Phew! ’ I drew a breath.
‘Well thank you dear, you’re very kind,
But won’t you risk me going blind?
If one of those should catch my eye,
I’m sure to wave them both goodbye;
And after all, you’re rather tall –
With extra weight you’ll likely fall;
Forwards, I should clarify.
Hmm…we’re back again to my poor eye.’
‘It’s all about your precious sight! ’
She screamed at me with all her might,
‘I only want to make you proud
And me to stand out in the crowd.’
‘You do already stand right out!
Any more, then there’s no doubt
You might as well just poke me blind,
So in the streets I’ll tag behind,
Unaware of all the fuss,
Especially when on the bus –
Assuming you could squeeze on board…
Hmm…at least I know I’ll be ignored…
Okay – go get them done.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Her Bum
‘Does my bum look big in this? ’ She glared.
I gulped and stared upon the floor.
I must escape; the bedroom door
Was open. ‘Run! ’ my senses cried.
But I was numb – nerves were fried!
‘Well? ’ She scowled. I sought a subterfuge.
‘It’s absolutely huge! ’ I thought –
But how to tell her that–? A short
And blighted life she’d wreak on me.
And so to Wife, on bended knee
I prayed ‘Oh please release me from this hell! ’
She gave a yell: ‘So is it big? ’
I looked again – a mammoth rig
Was hanging down – but how to say?
An honest man would surely pay!
I stuttered ‘Err... well, yes it’s nice.’
Her voice was ice: ‘But in this? ’
I tried diversion with a kiss.
‘I love you’ also burbled out – but
I was heading for a rout.
I drew a breath. ‘Be a man! ’ I growled
Inside this howling, quaking head.
‘Well actually love, ’ and now I’m dead,
‘It’s colossal – a real whopper... ’
The bedroom shook; I couldn’t stop her.
I daren’t publish anymore…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Cleopatra’s glory
Cleopatra was the queen of Egypt;
Cleopatra was the queen of beauty.
She came to the throne at her eighteen
The first century BC witnessed it.
To get back her Egypt from her brother,
She sought the hand of Julius Caesar,
The mighty one Rome had ever seen,
And set to sell her asset of beauty.
While in exile, she was able to reach
Caesar when he chanced to visit Egypt,
By getting her smuggled in to his room,
Rolled up in a carpet sent as a gift
Cleopatra emerging from the roll,
Caesar was stunned and fell for her in love.
He made her queen of Egypt in no time
And made her his consort with all respects.
Bound by her charm, grace and wit together,
Caesar clued to her and bore her a son.
He brought her home to be adored by Rome.
They led a life, each proud of the other.
The rise of Caesar was the cause of his fall.
His rise in power and love for Egypt
Were good enough for his conspirators
To rise and annihilate him unaware.
Cleopatra with her son fled to Egypt
And Mark Antony succeeded the throne.
No wonder, her beauty arrested him.
No wonder, his valour imprisioned her.
.The Rome emperor and the Egyptian queen
Loved, like of which no pair ever did.
The spring sprang, love spurted, and the passion flowed.
She was all and she was the world for him.
He took to Egypt and slept with the queen.
His rivals from Rome used his weakness
And invaded the Egyptian sea.
War broke; Antony woke and fought but lost.
The majestic queen became the captive.
False news spread that she was killed. Shocked,
Antony killed himself with the sword he wore.
She saught to burry him with state honour.
She heard she would be taken to Rome,
To be chained and drawn in Rome she adorned.
Romans took care that she killed not herself
And so kept her ss safe amidst water.
She had serpents brought in the fruit basket
And had them sting her to join her lover.
She loved Caesar and lived a royal wife.
She loved Antony and lived a loyal wife.
A woman can love as much in succession.
Widowhood is not an impediment
And the land after the harvest is not waste.
Cleopatra is a perfect example.
‘Age cannot wither her, not custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies.’ Shakespeare
01.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Names of months and their relevance
January is named after Janus,
Who is the Roman God
In charge of the world.
February is Februalia,
A time sacrifices are made
And sins atoned for.
March is Mar, God of War,
And father of Romulus,
Who ruled the Roman Empire.
April is Aperira in Latin,
Meaning to open the buds in Spring.
May is Maia, Goddess of Fertility.
June is Juno, wife and sister of
Jupiter and protector of women.
July is Emperor Julius Caesar.
August is Augustus, grandson of
Julius Caesar’s sister.
September, October, November and December
Are Septen, Octo, Noven and Decm
Standing for seven, eight, nine and ten.
The relevance of names are lost
When their connectivity is not understood.
20.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Queen And Clown.
Cleopatra: Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, that kills and
pains not?
Clown: Truly I have him; but I would not be the party that should
desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal: those that do die of it
do seldom or never recover.
* * * * *
Asps in a basket for the Queen!
The pretty worm of Nile
Will charm her from what might have been,
And make Death smile.
So soft an end for one so fair,
Her Roman lying low —
The other Roman finds her there,
Beyond him so!
poem by Robert Crawford
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Julius Caesar Augustus: Ancient World Conquest
Julius valiant tall in stature a fair complexion
youth shapely limbs incredibly talented
fair-haired full face keen piercing black eyes
a public speaker trained in rhetoric skilled
hail Octavius Octavian exalted revered Augustus
statesman titled Father of the Fatherland imperator
conqueror destroyer builder Hail Caesar
Julius Augustus Caesar
famous for conquest of Gaul
Roman statesman general emperor
first emperor of the Roman Empire
ruled alone from 27 BC until 14 AD
amassed power sparked a civil war
emerged as sole unrivaled leader
of the Roman world played a critical
role in the gradual transformation of
Roman Republic into the Roman Empire
adopted born Gaius Octavius Thurinus
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Horatio: In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
line from Hamlet, Act I, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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You ARE A Woman :)
You are a woman,
A strong woman,
A grown woman,
One who WON'T give me what I want just cause I want it woman.
He needs you woman,
A loving woman,
Non-trusting woman,
One who knows the difference between right and wrong woman.
I found a woman,
You're one of em,
So many love em,
You just need to see the places you can be woman.
Hear me woman,
Don't fear me woman,
You're near me woman,
We all face strife, gotta change yo life woman.
See me woman,
No fake or frontin,
Can't be me woman,
For I am a man and you need to be a WOMAN!
['Enpowering women since the age of -9 months :) ']
poem by Tamell Bailey
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Now that august is gone
Now that august is gone
And we all know that all augusts come and go
Is this woman? a woman of vertue,
Is this woman? a super woman
Is this woman? a woman of mission and vision
Is this woman? classy and stylish
Is this woman? preffesional or house wife
And the woman of action and motion
A woman of courage and resilence
A woman of liberation and liberty
A woman of passion and compassion
A woman of thoughts and opinions
A woman of empathy and sympathy
A woman of concerns and kindness
.
A woman of confrontation or insecurity
A woman of altracation or tranquility
A woman of ambition or armunition
A woman of redeemtion or detention
A woman of power or affection
Is this woman a woman
I am not questining you, woman!
I was questioning this woman
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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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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A Matter of Fact
A walking talking archive of events gone by,
he witnessed them all, with an unbiased eye.
Right time and place he happened to be there
looking to take advantage, he just didn’t care.
He wasn’t born man, so he didn’t grow old,
and his boyish looks were a gift to behold.
Mostly he was a he, but he was also a she,
with the attributes of either he chose to be.
He had been an emperor in ancient times,
also a writer of poems and nursery rhymes.
Alexander the Great had him as a close friend,
and Cleopatra used him when choosing her end.
Throughout the years he has always been there,
Samson cursed him for the loss of his hair.
He provided the fiddle which Nero played
and assisted Adolf Hitler to his bunker grave.
He did all these things and many more too,
in all the ages of man from the first to you.
I know this is true, because he’s of my blood,
to many he’s an enigma and not understood.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Heaven's Behind My Woman's Door
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
Take me by the hand
And lead me to your promised land
Woman come and set your man free
Woman only you have the key
To release these chains that bind so tight on me
Won’t you come and smile
Turn the key, release me awhile
Yeah, woman come set your man free
Take me to heaven
Give me just enough
There can be no denying me
The gift of your love
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
Take me by the hand
And lead me to your promised land
Woman come and set your man free
Woman you’ve laid siege to my heart
I’m hungry for the taste of your love
My world’s forever changed
Your Rome, I’m Carthage
Woman and set your man free
Take me to heaven
Give me just enough
There can be no denying me
The gift of your love
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
Take me by the hand
And lead me to your promised land
Woman come and set your man free
Woman, I’m in exile on foreign shores
A refugee in need of your love and warmth
Won’t you give me shelter, and a little more
Woman come and set your man free
Woman come and set your man free
I’ve been wandering in the wilderness
And it’s time for a new address
Heaven’s behind my woman’s door
Heaven’s behind my woman’s door
She gives me love, and so much more
Heaven’s behind my woman’s door
Copyright Colin Coplin 2003 / 2011
poem by Colin Coplin
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