A precise woman
A precise woman, something of a control freak
with hair cropped short, reminds me
of the military
brings order to my life and thoughts
while she arranges everything
putting shining shoes in their place,
panties, pantyhose, brassieres shelved
in neat rows
in a easy accessible way
and even when we make love
her behaviour is predictable
from the removing of her stockings,
where she folds them,
the look in her eyes
and her whimpers and cries
and yet somehow
there is something sweet in the loving,
in the order that she brings.
[Reference: A Precise Woman by Yehuda Amichai.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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From another life and time
Even if I could send a dog out
to try and find you, hunt you down
as stated in another poet’s verses
even if that hound
could do irreparable damage
to the man that love you now
and panting bring back as a token,
your panties, stockings
or carry your brassiere in its mouth
you will still remain lost to me,
will still be involved
with somebody else intimately
and someone else will experience
the pleasure that you give,
will hear your cries and sighs,
will comprehend the look in your eyes
and I will remain
a lost love, an old flame
from another life and time.
[Reference: A Dog After Love by Yehuda Amichai.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Your Innocence
Your innocence brings order to us,
It reminds us of our heaven,
This religion is pure and crimeless.
Then the men who led the men of cruelness
Define what life can mean with conclusion,
Your innocence brings order to us.
Let the future tell us the solution to the crisis,
Giving us order without computation,
This religion is pure and crimeless.
My production of money is from cunningness,
Forcing the actions from complication,
Your innocence brings order to us.
May we understand each other as generous,
Forming policies of kindness like a fountain,
This religion is pure and crimeless.
The condition we experience from riches is joyous,
Finding a happy home with the fortune,
This religion is pure and crimeless,
Your innocence brings order to us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You may be a realist
You may be a realist,
who have got her life firmly in control
and as a romantic, I am
striving for a much better world
but somehow you understand me
to the depths of my existing
and your loving, your respect
is a very precious thing
and even if destiny arranges things,
arranges every day, in how we live and play
you are the one, who brings meaning to everything,
the one that brings meaning to who I really am.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A precise art?
That place we were.
How right it seemed then.
The look, the feel of each other.
A precise art?
Flawed by time.
So now sadly out of
Rhyme and communication.
Memories captured
Somewhere in time.
A hidden pain, an unrecognised crime
Of betrayal.
Who's to blame?
This precise art of lovin'
Is never known.
Two minds in synchronicity,
Or in different worlds of relativity?
The ongoing reality of life.
What was that?
Oh just a scientist's thesis on relationships.
A precise art or another fools'
Falling love dart.
poem by Peter Vealey
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I am that woman
I am the woman you cannot stand
I am the woman you cannot part
I am the woman who will f*** your brains up
I am the woman who will make you love
I am the woman who will make you so mad you’ll forget your name
I am the woman who your mother will love
I am the woman who will make your mates laugh
I am the woman who will make you speak all night
I am the woman who will make you go ballistic
I am the woman who will annoy you all the time
I am the woman who you’ll find irresistibly cute
I am the woman who will make you forget what you do
I am the woman who you’ll spend all day in bed with
I am the woman who will make passionate love like a beast
I am the woman who will get you out of control
I am the woman who will make you lose your soul
I am the woman who you will accept defeat to
I am the woman who will make you sad when I leave the room
I am the woman who will drive you crazy when we meet
I am the woman who you’ll want to sit all night and stare me sleep
I am the woman who you’ll hate and love
And I am the woman who you’ll never f***ing forget!
…and you know it’s all true….
poem by Evita Velvet
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Pity, We Were A Good Invention
They amputated
Your thighs from my waist.
For me they are always
Surgeons. All of them.
They dismantled us
One from another. For me they are engineers.
Pity, We were a good and loving
Invention: an airplane made of man and woman,
Wings and all:
We soared a bit from the earth,
We flew a bit.
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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Side drawings of a monk
He transcribes every word
with every stripe and line
like it belongs
and deep in the dark night
he writes on
and unseeing his eye falls
over walls
where the shades draw long lines
and his thoughts
takes their own direction
and for long moments
he looks at his own life
to know where
to trim things in place
or iron them out.
Somewhere in his soul
he longs for another place
away from the chilling dungeons
that the cloister locks in
and suddenly he wants out.
In his thoughts he sees a young woman
remembering from his childhood days
and her eyes radiates blue like the sky
and his heart bounces while a smile
folds softly around the corners of her mouth.
When his eyes catches the paper again
his thoughts says damn
but there’s no word
coming over his lips
and a big blot mark
next to the neat rows
of his writing
where he praises the virgin.
poem by Gert Strydom
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You manifest in all.
If someone is lean you come to my mind.
Anyone bearing your name brings me your frame.
Sometimes any woman reminds me of you when
I detect some features like or unlike yours.
At times, no woman in view brings you to my view.
I can wind up to say that you torment me more
And more though longer and away you are.
My strong memory or your strong image,
My clayey heart or your castle: the cause?
No apathy to see you in every woman.
It is my pity. Show me your empathy.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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I write because I want to
I write because I want to,
I am going to wear my hair short in a military style
practise disciple to jog every day
to keep my life fit and balanced
and will write verses according to my beliefs
putting the government
and everyone that oppress my people
in their place
and if it wants to rhyme, I will let it rhyme,
I will use free verse if it wants to
and I will tell what is hurting me,
what is having disconcert,
what brings happiness to my life,
what I see as beautiful
and of everything
that leads to destruction or to a greater experience
and even in the darkness I will dig.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Know A Man
I know a man
who photographed the view he saw
from the window of the room where he made love
and not the face of the woman he loved there.
Translated by Chana Bloch
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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If I Was Your Woman
If I were your woman and u were my man
U'd have no other woman
U'd be weak as lamb.
If u had the strength to walk out my door
My love would overrule my sense,
and I'd call u back for more.
If I was your woman,
If I was your woman,
and u were my man.
yeah
She tears u down darling
says you're nothing at all,
but I'll pick u up darling when she lets you fall(cuz)
your like diamond, but she treats u like glass,
yet u beg her to love you.
From me u won't ask.
If I were your woman,
If I were your woman,
If I was your woman,
Here's what I'd do....
I'd never, never, no, no stop loving you
Yeah (yeah)
Um oooh
Life is so crazy
And love is unkind
Because she was first, darling
will she hang on your mind
You're a part of me but you don't even know it
I'm what you need but I'm too afriad to show it.
If I were your woman
If I were your woman
If I were your woman
Here's what I'd do.....
I'd never, never, no, no stop loving you.
If I were your woman
Here's what I'd do....
I'd never, never, never stop loving you
If i were your woman,
if i were your woman,
if i were your woman,
if i were your woman,
if i were your woman.
song performed by by Alicia Keys
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Magic At My House
In the closet there is a pair of shoes
The stay in the box kind of shoes.
The gray leather open toed high heeled shoes.
The fancy night on the town shoes.
The make you taller shoes.
The makeup wearing time shoes.
The too big but a perfect fit shoes.
The magic make you grown up shoes.
In the jewelry box there is a necklace.
The aquamarine and pearl and gold necklace.
The this is older than you or I necklace.
The shiny rainbow making necklace.
The color and feel of the ocean necklace.
The mother’s mother necklace.
The too nice for any day necklace.
The magic make you an elegant lady necklace.
In the bathroom there is a bag.
The painting for ladies bag.
The filled with vials and potions bag.
The put your face on bag.
The make your lips redder bag.
The give you doe eyes bag.
The not in public until your 16 bag.
The magic make you look beautiful bag.
In the bed there is a woman.
The wears the magic shoes woman.
The keeps the magic necklace woman.
The use the magic bag woman.
The lets me put on the shoes woman.
The tells me the story of the necklace woman.
The wipes off the magic of the bag woman.
The magic I want to be just like her woman.
poem by Gabrielle Shutt
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If I Had A Woman Like You
Orbison/dees
Hey young and innocent girl
You dont even know that Im around
One loving your world and he doesnt know what he has found
Oh, I need you so
But you wear a gold wedding ring
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
True, you love your man
You love him true like no one can
Uh, what I would do to be in be in his shoes but I understand
Youre beautifully bound
Tied up to loves silver chain
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
Twilight finds me alone
Midnight and Im on my own
I have numbers to phone but I dont have a woman like you
I dont have a woman like you
Lie, Id tell a lie
If I said I did not love you
I know very well why all of my dreams cannot come true
Here, I need you here
But you wear a clear diamond stone
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Love Song...
This sweet melody on air
It still reminds me of your hair
So soft and gentle to the touch
Just like this song we love so much
This sad old tune the radio plays
It holds all our memories stay
It brings me back to happier days
When we had our love have its way
For as every note that it sings
Hits a special chord in my strings
I remember the joy that it brings
This love song that we used to sing
This sweet old song that plays on air
This sad love song the radio plays
Reminds me of how we used to be
Fills me with memories of you and me…
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poem by Matthew Edan Oliver Palma
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I don't like these cold, precise, perfect people, who, in order not to speak wrong, never speak at all, and in order not to do wrong, never do anything.
quote by Henry Ward Beecher
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Till The Morning Comes (live, 1970-10-04: Winterland Arena, San Francisco, CA, USA)
Till the morning comes, it'll do you fine.
Till the morning comes, like a highway sign,
Showing you the way, leaving no doubt,
Of the way on in or the way back out.
Tell you what I'll do, I'll watch out for you
You're my woman now, make yourself easy, make yourself easy
Make yourself eeeeeeasy
Till we all fall down, it'll do you fine,
Don't think about what you left behind
The way you came or the way you go
Let your tracks be lost in the dark and snow
Tell you what I'll do, I'll watch out for you
You're my woman now, make yourself easy, make yourself easy
Make yourself eeeeeeasy
When the shadows grow, it'll do you fine
When the cold winds blow, it'll ease your mind
The shape it takes could be yours to choose,
What you may win, what you may lose
Tell you what I'll do, I'll watch out for you
You're my woman now, make yourself easy, make yourself easy
Make yourself eeeeeeeasy
You're my woman now, make yourself easy.
You're my woman now, make yourself easy.
You're my woman now, make yourself easy.
You're my woman now, make yourself easy
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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My Woman Part 2
My woman in the morning brings me joy
In the winter she brings me springtime
In the darkness she is my illumination
The morning sunshine she is
Betray her for another? Never
The world to me she means
On cloudy days she brings me hope
No more for she is all I need
Flowing over my cup that she fills
The North Star she is that glow that guilds me home
She never surrenders under insurmountable odds
She pulls it all together for she is the one
The feelings she gives me words could never spark
Princess and my queen she is my all and all
To the bowels of hell and back I would fallow her
For her satisfaction I would do anything
More love than I can handle She gives me
For me as well she cares deeply
An eternity has passed by each moment we are apart it seems as if
I would spend it with her if I had only one moment left
Light as a feather her steps are
Graceful and neat her ways are
Beyond her years she has wisdom
I will follow her if she chooses to lead me
She is my woman and I her man
We are a pair I own her not
My better half she is
To do great things she gives me the will
Her heart I will break never
More every day She gives me
In the summer of my life she is the flower that blooms
Without seeing her face may my eyes never close
The day we met God blessed
You ever more I shall love
Without your love the world would not turn
For more no man could ever ask
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Making Love To A Black Woman
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Romantically and Patiently;
Take the time to make love to her mind.
Fulfill all of her midnight wishes.
Cover her entire body with soft wet kisses.
Tell her, so that she will know!
There's no place on her body
your tongue won't go.
And, when you love a Black Woman,
you love her real slow.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Passionately and Sincerely;
Let her Sweetness become your Weakness.
Do not use just the Penis, But include your ear.
Listen to the sweet sound of her moans
and see what you hear.
Feel the warmth and care of her loving embrace.
Place your mouth on hers and savor the taste.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Sensually and Honestly;
Say what you mean and mean what you say.
Tell her that you love her,
more and more with each passing day.
Let all of the fantasies that dance in her head.
Become her moonlight reality
when it's time to go to bed.
Kiss and lick all over her body
until you find all her right spots.
Touch and caress her soft skin
and make her real hot.
Mutual satisfaction is a lover's plan.
Love her, cause you are in love with her.
She's your Woman and your her Man.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Lovingly and completely;
Love her until her 'Screams of Passion'
are all you that hear.
Suck on her neck and stick
your tongue in her ear.
Hold her soft round ass
in the palm of your hands.
Let her sexual wishes
become your loving commands.
Love your Black Woman with
your Mind, Body and Soul.
She's the most precious gift on this Earth.
She's worth her weight in gold.
How do you make love to a Black Woman?
There's only one true way to start.
To make love to a Black Woman,
just give her your Heart.
poem by Samuel Newton
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