The Separated Women
THE Separated Women
Go lying through the land,
For they have plenty dresses,
And money, too, in hand;
They married brutes and drunkards
And blackguards “frightful low”,
But why are they so eager
For all the world to know?
The shamed and ill-used woman
Who really longs to die,
She slaves at home in silence
And hides her poor black eye!
She lives a life of terror
Eased off at times in woe—
But why is she so frightened
That any one might know?
The Separated Woman
She rushes to the court,
Sad, shabby and pathetic,
Or flaunting or distraught;
The real wronged wife would rather
Lose both eyes and her hair—
She swears a lie to save him
When he is taken there.
The Separated Woman
She mostly goes the same,
Bag-woman, sham-nurse, “pretty”,
Or on her husband’s name;
The real loafed-on woman,
With courage almost grim,
“Goes out” and takes in washing
To keep the kids—and him.
The Separated Woman—
I knew her course so well:
“The Stage”, then first-class barmaid,
Then third-class bar—and hell:
And “hell” means all things vicious
That prey upon the town
(She wishes her poor husband
Had sometimes knocked her down).
Masseur and manicurist,
Or anything by chance,
They vilify their husbands—
And draw the maintenance.
Sham artists, “music teachers”—
Oh! they are flinty nuts!
Their friends are man-shaped crawlers
And lower than the dust.
The separated “Monsters”
Are missing from the tale—
They seem to have cleared out—or,
Perhaps they are in gaol.
The separated husband
Is heard of here and there,
A mild and decent citizen
And mostly bowed with care.
The Separated Women,
When upset in the track,
Are often very eager
To take the “Monster” back.
They’ve moved all hell to crush him
And, startled, find too late
The Monster’s grown content with
The separated state.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Laundry Day
You gotta keep em separated
You like the latest fashions
Youd like to keep em clean
You take a trip every week to the laundromat
Throw a load in the washing machine
But if you dont wanna ruin your clothes
You gotta sort em out first as everyone knows
Remember bright colors and the others dont mix
Before you washem up, washem up, washem up, washem up
Hey
Are your undies turning pink
Take em out (you gotta keepem separated)
Hey, are your cottons gonna shrink
Sort em out (you gotta keepem separated)
Hey, then when its time
You can stick em in the dryer
You can hang em on a line
Hey, its laundry day
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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So Help Me God
It wasn't me!
But you who were maneuvered,
To move in and sleep...
With the demon.
Separated to feast.
As you were teased with trinkets dangled.
Now that you have been isolated,
And strangled.
With beliefs you had been accepted.
Only mangled and defeated with deceit.
You call me anticipating rescue?
Why?
Remember you declared...
It was no longer a you and I,
But them.
And you defended their shenanigans!
To ensure my loss?
And you a definite win!
It wasn't me!
But you who were maneuvered,
To move in and sleep...
With the demon.
Separated to feast.
As you were teased with trinkets dangled.
Now you find yourself mangled with no way out!
And I am to run to you because you shout?
After you rocked and knocked about,
My reputation.
And devastated my character,
With an assassination of defamations.
It wasn't me!
But you who were maneuvered,
To move in and sleep...
With the demon.
Separated to feast.
As you were teased with trinkets dangled.
And I don't like this one bit.
Smuggling you away from here,
As if I'm the convict.
Shut up,
I've had enough of your lip!
Put that mask on and fix that wig!
Hopefully no one will recognize,
The true swine you've become!
And I have not adapted a taste,
For gutter pigs.
Shut up and sit.
When we get away from here,
You're going to have hell to pay.
And I'm going to make sure you'll remember...
All of what you're getting.
I promise you'll receive every bit of it!
It wasn't me!
But you who were maneuvered,
To move in and sleep...
With the demon.
Separated to feast.
As you were teased with trinkets dangled.
And you might want to reconsider this...
Since when I get us safely away,
Tieing you down and going ballistic...
With a snap cracking of my whip,
Is what I have in mind...
For a hard headed behind!
And that will be done my way.
'God,
Please no! '
God has nothing to do with this!
I've already begged for His forgiveness,
When I defied His wishes...
To leave you where you were.
So shut up and sit.
When we get away from here,
You're going to have hell to pay.
And I'm going to make sure you'll remember...
All of what you're getting,
Applied first class!
With a touch of sadisticness.
And I'm going to enjoy every bit of it...
So help me God!
~I thought you said I had nothing to do with this!
Do you wish for My assistance or not? ~
No My Father.
This task I undertake,
Will be mine to define...
As I proceed!
But I do thank You for the offer.
~Hey...
No big deal!
I'm always here when needed! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Furious Gates
Gates spend labour for the mortals,
Immortals linger among the senders of anger.
Angry youths face dangers of the ages,
Ants of illness strike hard at people’s hearts.
The gates of mercy are opened then closed,
Immortal generations arrive to send others to the Hell.
The Heavens are separated first
Like yolks are separated from egg whites.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tishbi
My children are blessed after me,
But who can find a faithful man?
Your children are blessed after you,
But who can find a faithful woman?
For wealth brings many friends to you,
But the poor is separated from the only friend that he or she has.
You are Tishbi and you are over the walls of love,
Because the first light of dawn reflected on your muse;
And there s wise woman called out for your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nothing is as dangerous in architecture as dealing with separated problems. If we split life into separated problems we split the possibilities to make good building art.
quote by Alvar Aalto
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My Inner Shaka
Watered eyes and wings…
I remember that…Chaka…
Lives within us all…
Separated by the Ocean…
Yet…not separated at all…
Many years have gone pass…
Yet I still last…
From the scars on my back…
Sleeping in a ships sack…
Let freedom…ring…
And yet…my soul still sings…
The past I see very well…
Living in today’s hell…
My flying wings swell…
While being jailed…
Seeking to derail…
That crazy, crazy tale…
Watered eyes…
Read and I learn…
Flying high and not…
Forgetting…
While forgiving…
Our world is under the sky…
We all know history…lie…
Not to let many fly…
Is that the reason…why…
Women cry out…
Because there is…less…
A man…
Doing what he can…
Not reading or learning…
To fly in the blue of heaven…
Seeking that wrong…
Destructable…life style…
Dying alone country mile…
Lacking remorse…
Smiling without a clue…
Wake up brother…
I speak of YOU…
Whisperkwane
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Twin Sisters
We say we are twin sisters separated before birth, my sister dot and me
We seem to do and think the same each day, unbelievably
One of us has an idea, The other carries it out
Twins separated before birth that's what we two are about
Maybe our dad got disturbed while on the job with our mam
Maybe god knew two of us wouldn't have fit in our mams small pram
I have no idea of the reason we came sixteen years apart
One thing is I do know we have had a thread that joined us from the start
poem by Marie Causey
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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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Mountain Peak
We came together on the highest mountain on this earth.
As years went by we separated into rivers
from the tears this mountain cried.
We all fell into different rivers flowing though
forests, rocks, and waterfalls.
No matter what season we came across
we continued flowing.
We are rivers that started in the mountains,
and rivers that separated as we went through
many waterfalls.
Sometimes we travel together,
and other times we travel alone.
Always remember that these same rivers
that travel many miles through the earth
are once again together when it reaches its final destination
the “Ocean”
So, rivers that started up high in the mountains
and then separated are united
again as a family.
poem by Felix Lugo
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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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Gloria
Two nations are in your womb and,
Two people will be separated from your body;
For your beauty is to your husband always.
Ishmayl became an archer and married a wife from Egypt,
But you are very loyal to your husband;
So be like the Tamarisk tree to satisfy him always.
Gloria, your love is like the cave of Kiryath Arba;
And you will enjoy the fruits of your toils all day long.
Rise and learn and arise to the love of your husband,
For we all need partners in this world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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 have had five phenomenal children, a great husband and, even though we are separated, we are good friends.
quote by Maureen Forrester
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Separated Out
Can you feel my skin
Can you feel my bones
Can you put my spine in plaster and take me home
So unpleasant inside and out
So unpleasant inside and out
If you like Ill tell you about it
You wouldnt want to know
My heads full of water
Tears I never cried
Could you hold me under the shower
In the cold outside
So unsteady inside and out
So unsteady inside and out
If you like Ill tell you about it
You wouldnt want to be
Separated out
Separated out
Separated out
I need medical attention
Wheres my memory gone
Everything I told you - including this,
I already forgot
Separated out
From the living stream
The thing that couldnt lie straight
Straight in the machine
So unstable inside and out
Dont know how much longer Ill take it
If you like Ill sell you a ticket
Or you can get in for free
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Can you feel my skin
Can you feel my bones
Can you put my spine in plaster and take me home
Can you kiss my face
Let me know its there
Can you give it shape
Can you kinda care
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Enough
Enough
Theyre pointing and laughing
Theyre pointing and laughing at me
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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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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Intentions of Myths
No matter 'who' God sends to us,
We must trust and not evaluate.
That unnecessary process (evaluation)
Is a ploy to deceive truth.
And keep it insignificant.
And the only thing that 'is' insignificant,
Are beliefs held to keep us limited.
In the experience of CREATION.
God's (The Earth, The Sun, The Moon) .
No piece is separated from the whole of its parts.
No whole can be sold on peace...
That is in a state of mental debate,
Kept separated from its Creator.
It doesn't work that way.
Not in 'this' reality we have come to call life!
We leave what is to seek its own purpose.
As God wills it!
Not our pretensions or the intentions of myths!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ballad Of The People
When will people
Treat each other with respect here on earth?
Why are we so against the black people?
Because they live among white people
We want schools to be separated
But the mayor doesn't want it
By the way who is paying the mayor?
The residents of toronto
And I think that the mayor always forgets that
I believe that if we have separated schools we can end racism
And be able to serve the white and black students better
poem by Aldo Kraas
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You are a woman!
A real woman,
your beauty glitters evry where,
your smile takes away a man's heart.
You are a leader of nations,
a leader of other women,
you can bring life to earth
and parent child without hesitation.
You have the potential
creating things,
Significance glows unto you.
Protection is what you
live over, you've got
no fear, you can create a home
and make people feel at home.
You are a woman of liberation,
a woman of thoughts
and opinions, a woman of passion
and compasion,
a woman of courage
and resilence, a woman who cares
for her body, a woman
of confidence.
You are a real woman.
poem by Anelisa Rulumeni
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A conversation with Minette
My dear, destiny has separated us
and my life goes on without meaning
and you are at another place, far away from me.
I am seasons and a lifetime gone from you,
but still forever bonded to you
and although I am another person, you are still stay part of me
and in the evenings you are near
when I lift my eyes to the stars.
My dear, destiny has separated us
and only in my dreams my life seems real
when you are like a flower with me,
and I am not blinded by the day’s bright rays,
while I find new meaning,
I feel you material as a human being, when you stand next to me
and you are at another place, far away from me
at a place of which I do not know the extent
caught in the clutches of death
when you are like a flower with me
and sometimes I wish that you would stay with me
that you do not disappear with the morning light.
My dear, destiny has separated us
as if human life always hangs in the balance,
as if man is forever extradited to a Godly decision
caught in the clutches of death,
we life on, immoral or sincere
until death devours us
and although I am another person, you are still stay part of me
I am not able to loose your spirit, your humanity
but still feel your love reaching out too me.
As if man is forever extradited to a Godly decision
life passes much too quickly
even when you bring your hands together in prayer.
My dear, destiny has separated us
and you are at another place, far away from me,
but it’s still as if your bright blue eyes look at me.
Now I am seasons and a lifetime gone from you,
but still feel your love reaching out to me
and although I am another person, you still stay part of me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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