No Elegy For Plaster Teeth (Part 2)
Sent to serve as anvils 'gainst which craftsmen shape their ware
Chipped and scored and hacked and sawed, no heed paid to their care
Molten wax dipped, metal-wire clipped hooks from which are hung
Boiled sweet acrylic drapes fine polished, smooth to tongue.
Bearing coronets they wait, mute servants 'gainst the wall
Nurses take their hard-won crowns to patients to install
Duty done, at last returned to place where they were born
Woman eyes them ruefully, they look a touch forlorn.
Buries them without a word 'mongst refuse of like kind
Empathy is not required for things which have no mind
Words will not be needed when the woman's passed away
She and plaster teeth are equal universal clay.
poem by Diane Hine
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Child Woman, Woman Child
Orbison/dees
Coo coo, thats you, wonder why I love you, you do voodoo, thunder clouds above you
Crazy, kooky, lazy spooky, oh what a clown, always around
And I have found youre a woman. child woman. woman child
Long legged woman when I see you walking you look good
Hey little woman when I hear you talking you sound good
Child woman, woman child youre driving me wild child woman woman child
Youre into my mind then youre out of my mind child woman
You wind and unwind my mind, time after time child woman ooh child woman, yeah child woman
Flying uptight, dont know where youre going, trying your kite when the wind is blowing
Funny lady, sunny, shady off to the fair, sun in your hair
Oh, youre aware youre a woman child woman, woman child
Strong minded woman when you start groovin you look fine
My kind of woman when you start movin you look fine
Child woman, woman child youre driving me wild child woman woman child
I dont see you there, I see you everywhere child woman
I dont even care -yes, I really do care child woman, ooh child woman,
Hey child woman child woman, woman child
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Two opposite things
Man cannot conceive like woman.
Is he equal to woman?
Woman will not rape as man does.
Is she equal to man?
Man is plus and woman, minus.
They aren’t equal.
Man is a positive and woman, a negative.
They aren’t equal.
Equality is not the need of the hour.
fitting to each other.
Union is not of two equal things
But two opposite things.
Man is a tree and woman, a vine.
Clinging is assured
17.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Truth of Woman
Woman's faith, and woman's trust -
Write the characters in the dust;
Stamp them on the running stream,
Print them on the moon's pale beam,
And each evanescent letter
Shall be clearer, firmer, better,
And more permanent, I ween,
Than the thing those letters mean.
I have strain'd the spider's thread
'Gainst the promise of a maid;
I have weigh'd a grain of sand
'Gainst her plight of heart and hand;
I told my true love of the token,
How her faith proved light, and her word was broken:
Again her word and truth she plight,
And I believed them again ere night.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Clay Woman
Clay woman, baked too long
Stone cold, deep red, stand
Clay woman, heat too high,
Brittle with the remnant demand
Too long in the kiln
Not set at bake but sear
Scorched beauty remains,
But not a breath be near
Can't breathe too hard,
Clay woman may turn to dust
Can't look too long
For clay woman may combust,
And above all else,
Do not touch her heart,
Her back will break,
Her wounds will smart,
Clay woman, baked too long
All hope and joy abstains,
Clay woman, heat too high
Can my tears salvage my remains?
poem by Eowyn Aurora
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Not A Label… Poem, Prose or Thesis
Go out and get a name for…you…
Yes! Feminist if you must…
But a name of your own…
It's not a label…it's freedom for you…
Your will…your perspective…
Your personal therapy…
Men fine you(Ooo…Ahhh)
When you act(Ooo..Ahhh)
But a MAN…fines you Ooo..Ahh
When you show him Oooo..Ahh
Not a label but a feminist for sure…
That is the Oooo and the Ahhh is allowing…
Him to fly…invited of course…ha..ha…
A certain kind of mind for you…
That certain kind of woman…
Not a label…just free will…
And empowerment of steel…
That is what a mom is…
The sun holds nothing new…
But you as woman do…
God bless Amerika…
My home sweet home…
Not a label…born to a Willie lynch stable…
But did not silence Mom's Mable…
Still can't say what need to said…
Females put it into dreads…
Walking tall…and being free…was about being …YOU
Not a label…But the queen of the queen of the day…
Before the day …Woman was born…
You do not have to be top-less
To be law-less…
A free minded woman is top-less in mind
And law-less with time…
Her respect is now…before you wake…
Not a label…but a fact…
Her word is law…
Re-move your paw…
No means, no…not yes…
And those things you call gold
Don't make you bold…
But me cold…
The game is getting…old..
I…AM…YOUR…QUEEN…
BOW…wow…I'm in your view…
Move aside…coming thought …
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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When A Man Needs A Woman
You know it makes you nervous
When you wait for you boy
You wait nine months for a bundle of joy
Theres a baby
Yes, theres a baby about to be born
And someday Ill put my son on my knee
And his little eyes will be looking at me
Then Ill tell him
When a man needs a woman
They make things like you, my son
When a man needs a woman
They make things like you, my son
A man needs a woman
Like a woman needs a man
When the two get together, oh oh oh
Pretty soon well be a family of three
Then its not gonna be just you and me
Well share all the goodies
With the one we bring in the world
When a man needs a woman
They make things like you, my son
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Hard Headed Woman
Im looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will take me for myself,
And if I find my hard headed woman,
I wont need nobody else, no, no, no.
Im looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will make me do my best,
And if I find my hard headed woman
I know the rest of my life will be blessed -- yes, yes, yes.
I know a lot of fancy dancers,
People who can glide you on a floor,
They move so smooth but have no answers.
When you ask whyd you come here for?
I dont know why?
I know many fine feathered friends
But their friendliness depends on how you do.
They know many sure fired ways
To find out the one who pays
And how you do.
Im looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will make me feel so good,
And if I find my hard headed woman,
I know my life will be as it should -- yes, yes, yes.
Im looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will make me do my best,
And if I find my hard headed woman...
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Hard Headed Woman for M.V.
I’m looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will take me for myself,
And if I find my hard headed woman,
I won’t need nobody else, no, no, no.
I’m looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will make me do my best,
And if I find my hard headed woman
I know the rest of my life will be blessed - yes, yes, yes.
I know a lot of fancy dancers,
People who can glide you on a floor,
They move so smooth but have no answers.
When you ask why’d you come here for?
I don’t know why?
I know many fine feathered friends
But their friendliness depends on how you do.
They know many sure fired ways
To find out the one who pays
And how you do.
I’m looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will make me feel so good,
And if I find my hard headed woman,
I know my life will be as it should - yes, yes, yes.
I’m looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will make me do my best,
And if I find my hard headed woman...
(a song, from Cat Stevens for Manolita)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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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I Am a Woman
I AM APHRODITE,
I AM ATHENA,
I AM A WOMAN.
I TRANSFORM THE WORLD,
WITH MY STEPS.
A WOMAN I AM,
A WOMAN I WILL BE...
HEAR HEAR WORLD,
THE OTHER HALF APPROACHES.
RESPECT IS MINE, DIGNITY IS MY BIRTHRIGHT,
ASK AND IT IS MINE,
CHANGE IS IN MY HANDS.
THE POWER IS MINE.
A WOMAN, I CAN.
BORN EQUAL IN A WORLD.
WOMAN - THE MASTER OF ROLES. THE SHAPE OF MY SKIN CANNOT DICTATE MY LIFE.
I, A WOMAN,
SEEK THE WORLD
OF MY RIGHTS, I AM WORTHY.
CHERISHED WITH LOVE,
I RISE LIKE THE SUN,
THE YONDER SKIES BELOW.
I FEEL THE FLIGHT OF SATISFACTION.
THE SANDS OF TIME,
AWAITS MY FOOTPRINTS...............
I A WOMAN,
AM BOLD,
AM COURAGEOUS,
THE GLASS CEILING IS MINE,
TO BREAK.
I CARE NOT FOR PAIN,
BUT FOR THE SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS.
I GO HITHER,
INTO THE WORLD.
I CLAIM IT.
I A WOMAN...
I DESERVE IT.
I RISE ABOVE,
I SMILE,
THE WORLD IS MINE,
FOR TAKING.
STRIVE,
THE WORLD AWAITS,
MY HARD WORK.
I RETRACE MY STEPS,
TOWARDS PARADISE,
WHERE ADAM BECKONS.
I BEGIN ANEW,
WITH WINGS OF IRON.
I CHALLENGE THE WORLD,
IT BENDS,
IT BOWS,
AND I A WOMAN....
TRIUMPH IN ZENITH.
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And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
It's through the wire
Friday night, you're staying at home I want you
I'm tickling and clicking a metronome I want you
Prowling the waterhole-I wait for the kill I want you
Pressure's building-overspill I want you
And through the wire You are secure
And through the wire We can talk
And through the wire We can walk
It's through the wire
Watchmaker steadies his delicate hand I want you
For barbecue parties on blood red sands I want you
Caught in the struggle tight on the rod I want you
Bring out the devil to bring out the god I want you
And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
It's through the wire
Driving 'round the city rings
Staring at the shape of things
I talk in pictures not in words
Overloaded with everything we said
be careful where you tread
Watch the wire
And through the wire You are secure
And through the wire We can talk
And through the wire We can walk
And through the wire We're clinging like leeches
And through the wire We push out tailor-made speeches
And through the wire We get so strange across the border
We get so strange across the border
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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... & Through The Wire
And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
Its through the wire
Friday night, youre staying at home I want you
Im tickling and clicking a metronome I want you
Prowling the waterhole-i wait for the kill I want you
Pressures building-overspill I want you
And through the wire you are secure
And through the wire we can talk
And through the wire we can walk
Its through the wire
Watchmaker steadies his delicate hand I want you
For barbeque parties on blood red sands I want you
Caught in the struggle tight on the rod I want you
Bring out the devil to bring out the God I want you
And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
Its through the wire
Driving round the city rings
Staring at the shape of things
I talk in pictures not in words
Overloaded with everything we said
Be careful where you tread
Watch the wire
And through the wire you are secure
And through the wire we can talk
And through the wire we can walk
And through the wire were clinging like leeches
And through the wire we push out tailormade speeches
And through the wire we get so strange across the border
We get so strange across the border
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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And Through The Wire
And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
Its through the wire
Friday night, youre staying at home I want you
Im tickling and clicking a metronome I want you
Prowling the waterhole-i wait for the kill I want you
Pressures building-overspill I want you
And through the wire you are secure
And through the wire we can talk
And through the wire we can walk
Its through the wire
Watchmaker steadies his delicate hand I want you
For barbeque parties on blood red sands I want you
Caught in the strugle tight on the rod I want you
Bring out the devil to bring out the God I want you
And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
Its through the wire
Driving round the city rings
Staring at the shape of things
I talk in pictures not in words
Overloaded with everything we said
Be careful where you tread
Watch the wire
And through the wire you are secure
And through the wire we can talk
And through the wire we can walk
And through the wire were clinging like leeches
And through the wire we push out tailormade speeches
And through the wire we get so strange across the border
We get so strange across the border
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Sun
The sun is a woman made of clay.
She stands above the mountain- tops
Against a red velvet sky at dawn.
Her skin tone, earthy-hued, radiates from afar.
Though chipped around the edges, she is still my friend.
Nothing or no one can be flawless;
Her smile is crooked, but sweet,
And her eyes, when wide open, are always filled with awe, wonder and surprise,
A woman molded from clay
Has skin tone- mahogany hued.
Chipped around the edges,
She is rugged, forever fighting through dense fog at dawn.
When days and nights are dreary,
I cast my eyes about the sky
I search for the sun, that awesome woman, made of clay
Her warm earth tones are calming
And the joy that she exudes is always comforting.
It is when the full moon rises that I lose my grounds,
And hear spoken words that others do not hear.
Sometimes- I see horrific sights that others do not see.
While the white of the moon is stark,
The sun’s earth tones are not garish.
I wander outward, daily,
And search for this clay-toned woman
Who is called “The Sun”
She smiles her crooked smile at me,
In thanks that I am her worshipper.
Forever, my friend, the sun will not be as fickle as the moon,
Waxing and waning past midnight
Bringing out in me thoughts that are not truly real.
In the darkness, I run from all.
I live in fear.
I live in fear,
But when the sun looks down upon me with her loving eyes,
And when that same crooked smile appears upon her face-
I am so enticed with her pulchritude-
Those disturbing thoughts are just whisked away
Within the early April morning’s breeze.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Woman Before Me
(written by jude johnstone)
I can see you turn away
When I ask what for
You say it isnt anything
But Im not sure
Somethin underneath the skin
Wont let you be
And you try to keep it in
But I can see
The woman before me
Must have been hard on you
cause that hurt in your eyes
I never put you through
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
Sometimes in an argument
It will show
When you go a little farther than
You meant to go
I know you dont mean the things
That you say
I just wanna ease the pain
Thats in your way
The woman before me
Must have been hard on you
cause that hurt in your eyes
I never put you through
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
If there are sorrows that bring back a tear
Dont let them keep us apart
You ought to know youve got nothing to fear
Here in my heart
cause you and I will never be
Like the past
Whatever kind of memories
That you have
Nothins gonna hurt you now
Cant you see
I already made a vow
That I can keep
But the woman before me
Must have been hard on you
cause that hurt in your eyes
I never put you through
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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A Woman’s Place
Many say
A woman’s place belongs in the kitchen
As if it a sin
That statement is pathetically mean
I mean why are we so keen
To have men as chefs
Gone are the days
When she’s only good in bed
Fattened up from being well fed
Now A woman’s place
Is with her child
To tame it from growing wild
Apart from flashing her smile and her eyelids
She’s a gem
She knows how to dance
And the true meaning of romance
To state a woman’s place
Is simply a hopeless case
A woman’s place
Is hard to say
A woman’s place
Is in her brain
She knows how to save your pennies
For the day it heavily rains
Saving you from losing face
A woman’s place is at work
For without her
There will be no sweet talk
Her place is also with her man
The guy who is her ultimate fan
She is the only one that
can soothe a mans disturbed mind
Her specie is really one of a kind
That melodic union she must span
A womans place
in this day and age
is one which we must embrace
Her changeless face
invigorates any race
© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005
www.sylviachidi.com
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Woman With Too Many Teeth
The woman with too many teeth was accused of 'smiling too much'
In the office, on the phone
Even when she was on her own [as seen by cctv! ]
The woman with too many teeth would always hesitate and was
Losing weight,
And some got a hunch, that she could not eat her lunch
The woman with too many teeth could barely talk
She also had a funny walk
Due in part to her heavy jaw
She kept her head to the floor
Or covered her mouth with her scarf
As if to muffle a laugh, in a serious place
At funerals and in meetings
So as to 'keep a straight face in disguise]
At weddings and parties she could let herself go
Though her teeth hurt, and she was called a flirt
She left, embarrassed, confused and always alone
Was this her fate?
When she slept, the wind whistled through her top plate
And she almost swallowed her tongue
At the end of her tether, and quite irate
At the 'smiling strangers' blocking up her front gate
She sent them packing,
from jehovahs witnesses.
To refugees from kuwait
And told herself it wasn't too late
To find a twist in the road
That could make her mouth straight
She needed some love and some real understanding
So she tripped on the stairs and had a crash landing
But nothing had shifted except a couple of teeth
And now she was GRINNING in sheer disbelief
She tried to walk out into oncoming traffic
Then to hang by her teeth, by a piece of elastic
But the elastic snapped
So she bunjee jumped
Gripping hard with her molars, that took the full brunt
They fell like white splinters.......
At last she could have ' a serious lunch! '
Somehow she knew there's always a 'happy ever after'
Though she she was toothless and sore,
With both legs in plaster
With a 'serious expression at last
SAYING, PLEASE, NO MORE LAUGHTER! !
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poem by Yvette Smith
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Ahhh Life
It's strange I have to say,
Sometimes...
When I stop and look,
Really look at myself and who I've become...
I don't think
If I saw the old me, somewhere on the street
She'd recognize herself;
This Me, I've become.
Don't get me wrong,
By no means do I regret the decisions I've made...
They were best for their time.
But,
Sometimes I stop and wonder...
What would have happened
If we'd gone through with our plans?
If we would have gotten married,
Had the kids we'd talked about.
If things hadn't
Ended
So
Suddenly.
If we would have moved out of state like we wanted to...
So much time has passed
And my evolution into the woman I've become,
Is
So different from the girl who loved you,
Thought she'd die without you...
Turns out,
I've survived just fine.
The lack of you
Was not the end of me.
But a beginning
For, someone who, perhaps needed to emerge.
It's funny...
How certain instances
Define us...
Mold and shape us
Into the people we become.
That girl,
She was naive and she was sweet
And she was...
Inexperienced
Simply because she hadn't lived enough life.
Perhaps
She did die without you.
However,
The woman that stands in her place
Is
Much stronger.
The world does not scare her
And,
She's very much aware
That her strength lies in her..
It's strange,
When I stop and look at my reflection
In some shiny object
I see familiar eyes looking back at me
But,
I know I've changed
Fundamentally.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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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
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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