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Female characteristic for M 'lady Ernestine

Women’s minds are different
They do not think the way men do.
Present no reasoned argument
they merely state their point of view

They seem to know instinctively
and are invariably correct.
Which grieves me but I must agree
It is what I come to expect.

Intuition is their guide.
A skill that men sadly lack.
We always tend to look outside
for reasons we can carry back.

To justify the things we do
and wonder why our ladies smile.
Men’s foolishness is nothing new.
Why should the ladies change their style.

What men consider logically
before they can make up their minds.
The ladies discount completely.
Their wisdom of a different kind.

They tolerate our foolish pride.
because they are superior.
A fact that men have long denied
It’s not a case of either or.

For women know without a doubt
What is important what is not.
They need no time to work it out.
A talent that no man has got.

Sunday,16 May 2010
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Mutual antipathy.

Mutual antipathy

monotetra

I cannot say with certainty
that I am right though I might be.
You have the right to disagree.
I will consider carefully
the reasons that you offer me.
As to why you can’t agree.
I think that very possibly
there’s little possibility
That you will ever agree with me
You can’t admit that I might be
correct. Because you dislike me.
You are not thinking logically
I cannot claim with honesty
that I am quite prejudice free.
I don’t like you, you don’t like me.
At least on that we can agree.

Sunday,01 August 2010
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Strategian

He was a military man
who waxed the ends of his moustache
A man must look the best he can.
He thought it added real panache.

He always kept his hair quite short,
his lantern jaw shaved to the bone.
But his moustache or so he thought
was at its best when left alone.

It was his greatest pride and joy
It added something to his face.
He thought the ladies might enjoy.
With every whisker kept in place.

With moustache wax freshly applied
and just a hint of fine cologne.
He was completely satisfied
with what he tried and what he’d done.

The ladies did not seem to care.
About his well dressed upper lip
It seemed they would prefer it bare
for all his clever showman ship

Clean shaven men were all the rage.
The fair sex had the final say
So he shaved off his appendage.
The ladies always get their way.

A soldier knows when to retreat
and make a change to his campaign.
More preferable than face defeat.
it will always grow again.

When fashions change as fashions do.
He is a military man
But he can change his point of view
as quickly as the ladies can.

.07/05/2009
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Ladies Pay

All the sailors theyre all home from leave
And everybodys waiting for them to try to deceive
The storekeepers have drawn their lace curtains bare
And all the women and the wee young girls all waiting there
Oh, but how the ladies pay
Oh, if they only knew how the ladies pay
Yeah now, how the ladies pay
Oh, when the men theyve gone away
Nobody is standing on upon the door
And nobody is feeding any of the poor
The poor sick soldier lies in bed beside his girl
Thinking of another place on the other side of the world
Ah
How the ladies pay
Oh-oh, oh, how the ladies pay
When the men theyve gone away
Oh, I wish I knew how the ladies pay
Day and night, night and day
How the ladies pay
Day and night, night and day
How the ladies pay
Day and night
Night and day
Day and night
Day and night, night and day, ladies pay now
Night and day, day and night
How the ladies pay
Day and night, night and day
How the ladies pay
Day and night now
Night and day and now
How the pay now
Oh, how the pay now
Ladies pay, ladies pay
Ah, ladies pay the way now
Ladies pay, ah, ladies pay
Ah, ladies pay
Night and day, night and day, night and day
Oh, how the ladies pay
Oh, night and day, night and day, night and day
Oh, how the ladies pay

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Womem's wiles For M'Lady Tara

When boys are young then generally
they are cared for by female kin.
But when approaching puberty
the father figures then step in.

To instil masculinity
instruct them in the ways of men.
How to act independently
and how to dominate women.

See women as inferiors,
who need to be kept in their place.
By men who are superior,
this men will state with a straight face.

But women know it is not so.
Although they let the men believe
that they admire machismo.
A woman’s way is to deceive

the male who thinks his word is law.
In each and every way she can.
That’s what women’s wiles are for.
They can run rings round any man.

Though some men know few
will admit they are aware that women rule.
Most men are quick to deny it,
which makes them easier to fool.

This women know instinctively.
So women usually get their way,
a sop to masculinity.
The only price they have to pay.

19-Jul-08

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Maintaining Standards.

To make the grade in Biggleswade.
Teatime is taken seriously.
The cake you serve must be home made
and rather plain not too fancy.

Of course the table must be laid
with your best china on display
A snow white cloth the finest made.
Things must be done the proper way.

The good ladies of Biggleswade.
Intent on keeping standards high,
will try their hardest to persuade
new ladies that they must not buy

Rich fresh cream cakes to serve for tea.
They must maintain tradition.
I’m not convinced too easily
and so I wait’ til they have gone.

My man and I prefer our tea.
Strong hot and sweet from half pint pots.
We eat while watching the TV.
We think they are a stuffy lot.

But we are not from Biggleswade
and we do things a different way.
More casual not stiff and staid.
More suited to the world today.

We don’t fit in, in Biggleswade,
we do not like formality
we never will I am afraid.
But we don’t care we’d rather be

allowed to live the way we choose.
And not by rules we must obey.
So quite politely we refuse
and send the ladies on their way.

The leading ladies of the town.
The great and good of Biggleswade.
I am quite sure have marked us down
Unsuitable to make the grade.

Sunday,13 June 2010
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In praise of older women for M lady Ernestine

There is beauty in old age
which younger girls can’t emulate
As if the lady’s reached the stage
where she need not dissimulate

She’s not afraid to let you see
the lines that life’s writ on her face.
Each wrinkle was earned honourably
each laughter line has earned its place

Cosmetics may conceivably
appear to slow the passing years
but only temporarily
before you are reduced to tears

Youthful beauty soon fades away
no matter how hard you may try
by artifice to make it stay.
In lucky ladies replaced by

A much longer lasting beauty
which shows from somewhere deep inside
without a trace of vanity
Though grace and dignity abide.

Old ladies can be beautiful
and often turn a young man’s head.
Although they are quite comfortable
accepting compliments unsaid.

Admiring glances from young men
who readily appreciate
The beauty of older women
is something youth can’t imitate.

Young women lack maturity
which older ladies can display.
Their youthful insecurity
somehow always gets in the way.

29-Jul-08

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Poetry in Motion for Friend Thad

A connoisseur of derrieres.
I’ve studied ladies rears for years.
I love to watch the liquid flow
of haunches moving to and fro
When clad in well cut denim jeans,
they can enhance the dullest scenes
But better still I must confess
beneath a simple cotton dress.
I am convinced the ladies know
that many men enjoy the view
and do their very best to show
they don’t object but pretend to.
I find that Gluteus Maximi
Are very easy on the eye.

14-May-08

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Lip Service

The ladies of the Women’s Guild.
well armoured in their tweeds and pearls.
Are sure that they will feel fulfilled
by doing good for wayward girls.
Although their vaunted charity
is mainly theoretical.
These pillars of society
are totally impractical.
They won’t consider taking in
young girl who has gone astray.
To free her from a life of sin.
Oh dear me no the ladies say.
Although they have our sympathy.
We keep our own homes trouble free.
1-May-08

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Game, set and Match for friend Thad

Without a word I had to yield
to powers greater than I wield.
Without a word I quit the field.

The lady had enraptured me
I could not fight a Force Majeure.
Without a word she captured me.

What choice had I a simple man
but to surrender gracefully.
The power held by a woman.

Is such that no man can resist
because he’s overtaken by
confusion once he has been kissed.

The predator becomes the prey.
The role reversal is complete,
the woman has the final say.

I know men think they chose their mate.
Although the opposite applies
when they give up their single state.

Ladies are content to allow
the man to think it was his choice.
Ladies do not need to think: They know

how fragile is the male ego
.Encourage him in his belief
it was his choice. Though it’s not so.

She wastes no time on argument.
She knows hers is the victory.
Her plan has worked, she rests content.

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Twilight in Valencia for M lady Onelia

The sun goes down and daylight fades
as love sick swains sing serenades
beneath fair ladies balconies.
Their voices carried on the breeze
to reach the ears of old women.
Who are no longer beautiful
and don’t appeal to younger men
Though now demure and dutiful.
they had their hey day in the sun.
When they had suitors by the score
So now they listen just for fun
It doesn’t matter anymore.
But still they smile remembering
Duennas can’t see every thing.

27-Oct-08

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Foregone Conclusion. For M'selle Perrault

My muse like any woman will
use her feminine wiles and skill
To persuade me to her view
and will persist until I do
Exactly as she wants me to.

I’m well aware that she will win.
Should I surrender just give in?
I must defend my self respect
it is the least she will expect
So I protest to no effect.

When my muse makes up her mind.
Like any poet I will find.
I have no choice but to obey
and there is nothing I can say.
She will reject each argument.

That I can muster and present
Although it’s futile to resist.
My fragile ego will insist
I have no option but persist
to register my discontent.

Though this does not deter my muse.
She knows full well I can’t refuse.
She knows from my past history.
I will submit reluctantly
She always wins eventually

She knows I must put on a show
to satisfy my male ego.
She is prepared to wait until
I do obey her sovereign will.
She makes that clearly evident.

I cannot win I’m bound to lose
When I argue with my muse.
She’s confident she will prevail.
After all I’m only a male
Somewhat naïve and innocent.

She knows I am a gentleman
that’s why she’s certain that she can.
Persuade coerce or bully me
Until give in and agree.
My muse will brook no argument.

Sunday,24 October 2010
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Mutual respect for friend Chandra.

Does God exist or does he not.
We cannot prove it either way.
Though arguments wax strong and hot.
What does it matter anyway.

If you have faith and you believe
Perhaps that makes it true for you
If I lack faith and can’t perceive
things in the same way that you do.

That does not mean that you are right
nor does it mean that I am wrong.
Although our views are opposite
It’s possible to get along.

We can agree to disagree.
There’s no need for disharmony.

Sunday,24 January 2010
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Tolerance.

If you ask me politely
Invariably I will comply
But if you try to compel me
then your demand I will deny.
As I have every right to do
You have your views and I have mine
and they are most unlikely to be
close enough so they combine.
Into a view we both agree
I’m tolerant and you are not
You see my views as heresy.
Which does nor really help a lot.
Some see your views as bigotry
and who am I to disagree.

Wednesday,13 January 2010
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The ladies Know! ! this one is for the guys

The ladies know

She vacillates, procrastinates
she can’t decide what she should wear.
To the annoyance of her mate
her indecision hard to bear.

Men simply don’t appreciate
the efforts that a lady makes
Her clothing must co ordinate.
She can’t afford to make mistakes

Subjected to close scrutiny
of other ladies eagle eyes
She must be turned our perfectly
Although her loving husband tries

to tell her she looks beautiful.
She knows that he is prejudiced
as well as being dutiful
and so she dithers paralysed

Or so it seems but it’s not true
The lady acts out her charade
she knows exactly what to do.
Part of the little scheme she’s made.

His patience coming to an end.
Her mate insists that she must dress.
They have no choice they must attend
He is quite sure she will impress.

She’s wise enough to recognise
that he will brook no argument.
So very quickly she complies
. Her partner registers his content.

When they arrive a little late
as she intended they would be.
She makes an entry with her mate
and all the while smiles radiantly.

She has upstaged her enemies
Her crafty plan a great success
Her one intent was to displease
the other ladies more nor less.

Her faithful husband unaware.
He is completely innocent
of grudges which the ladies bear.
Can’t understand their discontent.

But then of course he’s just a man.
If looks could kill she would be dead
She’s hated by every woman.
Though not one crossword will be said.

The feud continues constantly
As every lady tries her best
to show her rivals only she
Stands out above the rest.

Some times they win, sometimes they lose.
Tonight the winners crown is hers
The men folk simply chat and booze
and disregard the hate filled stares.

The ladies know and they intend
to take her down a peg or two
But for the moment they pretend.
Because that’s what real ladies do.

18/06/2009

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I am in crazy in love with Girls

It amazing how life is transformed sometimes
I don’t know whether it because of the changing of the season
But let me tell something interesting
When I was young I could pay no interest that there are people who are beautiful
As soon as I grew up I had people talking to me
They say what a beautiful child am I.
But today I am old
As long as I could see I could see that there people who are beautiful

Next to me I sit along a beautiful girl both left and right
Even the room where we are is beautiful
That is the way why I offer a smile to each and everyone for the first time
I can see the reason why I lick my finger no more
It because such nice people give a warm welcome baby
Yes they can say what ever wrong to me but I think I must forgive them
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies

Wooo hhooh woo huhu hugh

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Slipping Standards

I’m sure that mature ladies know
that men admire the fluid flow
of their Gluteus Maximi.
Discerning men all much prefer
a lady’s moving derriere
it brings a twinkle to the eye.

A lady in a clinging dress
can with a wiggle well express
her playful personality.
Deportment is all important
so you can wiggle when you want.
To catch some handsome fellows eye.

Today’s young women seem to lack
this knowledge which must hold them back
They need some friend to tell them why.
Perhaps an older lady could
A man might be misunderstood
a slap would be their shock reply.

I do enjoy my morning walk
when women wiggle as they stalk.
I view them with a practised eye.
I’ve studied ladies rears for years.
Had hot discussions with my peers
which made the fur and feathers fly.

Though gentlemen will all agree
that ladies derrieres should be.
A sight that’s easy on the eye.
Although I’m old I am not blind.
It gives me pleasure when I find
A woman walking properly.

The thesis for my PH.D
was based almost entirely
on derrieres mobility.
I was awarded my degree
and joined the august company.
Who know Gluteus Maximi.

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Ladies Man

Well, Ive heard of heartbreakers
But you take the cake
Ladies man
You could charm the diamonds
Off a rattlesnake
Ladies man
Ladies bring it on over
When you give em the glance
They dont stand a chance
First, you unfold them
Then you pigeon-hole em
Ladies man
Well it sure takes a lot of
Good natured self-control
Ladies man
When Im so hot for you and
Youre so cold, so cold
Ladies man
Why do you keep on trying to
Make a man of me
Couldnt you just love me--
Like you love cocaine
Cocaine head games
Cross my heart I swear
Im not trying to trick you
No tricks
Ladies man
Its just a straight ahead feeling
I have for you
Nothing slick
Ladies man
I guess you learn to refuse
What you think you cant handle
Youre acting like a vandal
Wrecking the dream
At the first bad scene
Ladies man
Ladies man
Ladies man
Ladies man

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I have returned.

I have returned to carry out,
the task I had to leave undone.
You will soon that Jacks about.
I’m Jack the Rippers great grandson.

I was reborn to continue
my campaign started long ago.
Although you can’t believe it’s true.
That show how little that you know.

I’ll rid the streets of prostitutes
who try to lead good men astray
Reducing them to lustful beasts.
These women are my lawful prey.

To prove that I am really Jack.
I will leave my usual clue
at the site of each attack.
In the same way I used to do.

I’ll take some little souvenir
to add to my collection
A kidney or perhaps an ear
As I did in days long gone.

I will select them carefully
The women who I’ve come to kill.
I know police will hunt for me
which adds a little to the thrill.

I slew my first victim today.
In Whitechapel would you believe.
You can rely that what I say
is no more than I can achieve.

There is no doubt that fear will reign
amongst the ladies of the night
As I renew my old campaign.
I am still Jack I strike at night.

I am not just some copy cat
who seeks to emulate my deeds
You can be very sure of that.
This is a warning all should heed.

My name is Jack and I am back.
Despite modern technology
I will be just as hard to track.
If Lady Luck still favours me.

18/10/2009
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Flight of fantasy.

No moon tonight, the sky is indigo.
The stars appear as points of brilliant light
against the backdropp of the darkling night.
Far too far away for us to ever go.
And yet perhaps in time, you never know.
We may one day exceed the speed of light.
Though until we do we can claim the right
to send our questing minds where we cannot go

Our minds are free to defy gravity
and travel at the speed of thought.
We can indulge our love of fantasy.
Our minds need no technical support
although we know it is not reality.
Things may not be, as we were taught.

Thursday,13 May 2010
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Those Red Hat Ladies!

These ladies are always ready
For a cheerful kind of sound
For it’s all about planning
To pass the humor around

To put aside the stress in life
And look on a brighter side
To find something to smile about
And take life on a fun-filled ride

Bright red fedora hats they wear
Something unique to see
It was all about the ladies
Like you and yes, like me

Who want to put pressures aside
If just for a little while
To smile and prance around
In a classy kind of style

It’s all about friendship and laughter
There are no what-if's or maybe’s
When they all get together
Those exciting Red Hat Ladies!

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