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Widows And Warriors

Widows and Warriors

On the plateau a file of women, all in black,

war widows waiting to be given tea, bread

and rice from two men in a pickup truck.

The men spoke hoarsely, scurrying them on,

found their work shameful, would rather have

been up on the mountain fighting, thought

the women superfluous. They had given birth

to sons who now fought in war and to daughters

married to warriors on the mountain.

The women didn’t look the men in the eyes,

spoke softly and briefly amongst themselves

about the health of their grandchildren. They

had miles to walk, back down to meagre soil

and skinny goats.

Soul to Soul is a literary journal
Editor/Publisher: Joneve McCormick
Written by Jan Oskar Hansen

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Women can break down barriers to opportunity, and men, many of them reluctantly, have learned to relate to women as their equals in thought and action. But except for an eccentric few, women do not want to become warriors.

quote by Suzanne Fields
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Black rose for my beautiful black women

My beautiful black women take some time to relax, close your
eyes, and let my words rub your backs until your notions come to a
climax from the sensual stimulation in your spin.

My beautiful black women I respect the fact that how you react to men indirect acts and unconditional facts.

My beautiful black women, I understand your pain and your strain, for the day you birth, us men had gained.

My beautiful black women, speak loud, speak proud for all men to understand that you are profound, and endowed.

My beautiful black women, that is dexterous and need not extras, thank God for your beautiful soul for it was told a woman’s love is greater than a man that is why we as men should be glad to hold your hands.

Written by James Brown

poem by James Brown
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Women

I love women, I think theyre great
Theyre a solace to the world in a terrible state
Theyre a blessing to the eyes, a balm to soul
What a nightmare to have no women in the world
I love women
I love women
I love women
We all love women
I used to look at women in the magazines
I know that it was sexist, but I was in my teens
I was very bitter, all my sex was on the sly
I couldnt keep my hands off women, and I wont till I die
I love women
Ah, I love women
We love women
We all love women
A womans love can lift you up, and women can inspire
I feel like buying flowers and hiring a celestial choir
A choir of castratis to serenade my love
Theyd sing a little bach for us and then wed make love
I love women
I love women
We all love women
We love women

song performed by by Lou Reed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Daughters for Your Sons

I am the slave hand that rocked the cradle
back and forth gently as my pink son slept.
While on a dirt floor, my brown son crept.
As I catered to masters' mood, my black son wept.

The year 1712, by a lake, grandma heard it.
Willie Lynch, his word; she cried as he spoke it.
This is her story, she told as a mother;
each one her son, each one their brother.

Grandma looked kind of sad, recalling tales by dark waters.
She spoke of her sons as she spoke to her daughters;
rear them up to be educated, leaders of men.
Teach them to fight; not with sword but with pen.

You are the black women who'll rock the cradle;
back and forth to sons in every coloration.
Light, brown, or black, educate each generation
Side by side with fathers, set a strong foundation.

I am the slave hand that wiped the nose
blown in and out softly as my pink son cried.
Outside in hot sun as my brown son was tied.
By old masters' hand as my black son died.

Celeste Butler-Mendez
Copyright ©2005

poem by Celeste Butler Mendez
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Women

Women behind bars, women in fast cars, women in distress, women with no dress
Women in airplanes, women who play games
Women in uniform, see that woman with her clothes gone
Women who satisfy, women you cant buy
Like women in magazines, and women in a limousine
Women who sip champagne, women who feel no pain
Women in a disco, and women who dont wanna know, no no
Oh, women wanting sympathy, women feeling extacy
Women who live in fantasies, bringing man to his knees
Women who boil to love, women who need a shove
Women who cant be beat, get that woman in the back seat, yeah yeah
Women in the usa, those women steal your heart away
Women into rock n roll, women who steal the show, go go go
Women that you write songs about, women that turn around and kick you out
Women you dream about all your life
Women that stab you in the back with a switchblade knife
Oh women, oohoo, talking bout women, all round the world
Yeah women, all the naughty girls, talking bout women, come on baby

song performed by by Foreigner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women

I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women

Given a glance then a dance
Given the means to live by the fiends of these beautiful women
Lost in a daze of green
A daze I've seen

Spotlights on these beautiful women
Eyes on these and cheers for these beautiful women
Lies in these and fears in these lost women
These come at a cost women

Show, bought and ready to go
At a price higher then they know
These women worth more then gold
Priceless
But still sold
Oh these lost women

Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That your beautiful
Not meant to be bought women
Beauty needs to be taught in these women
Instead of this that is not
Left in them to rot
Oh these beautiful women

These I've seen
Women whos pupils are all green
Men whos eyes are gazed in between wide thighs
Silent cries eventually taking its toll
Night after night eventually breaking the soul

I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women

Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That you’re beautiful
Not meant to be bought women.

poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women

I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women

Given a glance then a dance
Given the means to live by the fiends of these beautiful women
Lost in a daze of green
A daze I've seen

Spotlights on these beautiful women
Eyes on these and cheers for these beautiful women
Lies in these and fears in these lost women
These come at a cost women

Show, bought and ready to go
At a price higher then they know
These women worth more then gold
Priceless
But still sold
Oh these lost women

Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That your beautiful
Not meant to be bought women
Beauty needs to be taught in these women
Instead of this that is not
Left in them to rot
Oh these beautiful women

These I've seen
Women whos pupils are all green
Men whos eyes are gazed in between wide thighs
Silent cries eventually taking its toll
Night after night eventually breaking the soul

I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women

Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That you’re beautiful
Not meant to be bought women.

©Copyright 2008

poem by Regan Mackenzie
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The Faces Of Our Women

Mary didn't give birth to God.
Mary isn't the mother of God.
Mary is one mother among many mothers.
Mary gave birth to a son,
a son among many sons.
That's why Mary is so beautiful in all the pictures of her.
That's why Mary's son is so close to us, like our own sons.
The faces of our women are the book of our pains.
Our pains, our faults and the blood we shed
carve scars on the faces of our women like plows.
And our joys are reflected in the eyes of women
like the dawns glowing on the lakes.
Our imaginations are on the faces of women we love.
Whether we see them or not, they are before us,
closest to our realities and furthest.

poem by Nazim Hikmet
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Cool Black Women

What if BLACK WOMEN Were COOL

Could darken skin in shades like BLACK WOMEN

Maybe enlarge lips and hips the size of BLACK WOMEN

Might even speak in a venacular like BLACK WOMEN

Mimick some of the mannerisms of BLACK WOMEN

Mate and date Black Men, the counterparts of BLACK WOMEN

Adopt and raise Black Babies, like BLACK WOMEN do

poem by Royale ROYALE
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A women

Women is

Mother...

Women is

sister...

Women is

Gran maa...

women is

Friend....

Women is

Family...

Women is

Nation...

Women is

World....

Women is

Power of univers...

Univers Also

Power of women...

Women is not only

Women...

A women is

Homeable gods...

A women is

Loveable goodes...

With goodness...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Only Woman Bleed

Man's got his woman to take his seed
He's got the power - oh
She's got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Man makes your hair gray
He's your life's mistake
All you're really lookin' for is an even break
He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Black eyes all of the time
Don't spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

song performed by by Alice Cooper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Death Of An Old Lady

Funeral of old Lady
The old lady died, yes she is thoroughly dead
at five, before first light was about to shine
on Lisbon’s sky. Skin covering tired bones, her
body free to rot and her soul has flown away.

Tomorrow they will come from afar women
dressed in black and wearing hats. Men too
In somber suits and black ties, talk quietly;
safely away from emotional women.

When last hymn has been sung, they will
walk away and leave the old lady amongst
the dead, but later meet at a restaurant.
Bereavement makes mourners so hungry

So we lift our glasses and remember her
well, this is not a day to say she was a bit
of a pain, a selfish woman obsessed with
herself. Burial is not a time for veracity.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Only Women Bleed

Man's got his woman to take his seed
He's got the power - oh
She's got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all

Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Man makes your hair gray
He's your life's mistake
All you're really lookin' for is an even break
He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all

Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Black eyes all of the time
Don't spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed

Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

song performed by by Alice Cooper from Welcome To My Nightmare
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Girls vs. Women

Girls are insecure; Women are confident.
Girls dress trashy; Women dress classy.
Girls are students; Women are teachers.
Girls are listeners; Women are preachers.
Girls makes babies; Women raise babies.
Girls have sex; Women make love.
Girls are weak; Women are strong.
Girls fight; Women walk away.
Girls argue; Women speak.
Girls give in; Women compromise.
Girls envy. Women appreciate.
Girls give up. Women strive.
Girls look. Women see.
Girls take. Women give.
Girls follow; Women influence.

poem by Christina E. Brown
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Altercation

He altercated
with Mrs Orbeck
on the stairs.
Something to do

with him
sneaking women
into his room at night.
None of your business

if I do, he’d said.
But it was of course,
written into the tenant’s
agreement he’d signed

the year before
when he’d been desperate
and she seemed nice.
I will not have

that kind of women
in this house of mine,
she’d boomed, rattling
the rafters, shaking

the windows in their frames.
He noticed as she spoke
a thin fine moustache
on her upper lip

where sweat seemed
to have gathered
threatening to jump
like some weary suicide

on the lip’s edge.
He promised her
he’d not have that
kind of women

in his room again.
She wiped her upper lip
to remove the sweat.
He thought her an ass,

she thought him a pain.
They never had (about
women at any rate)
an altercation again.

poem by Terry Collett
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Only Women Bleed

Man's got his woman to take his seed
He's got the power - oh
She's got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Man makes your hair gray
He's your life's mistake
All you're really lookin' for is an even break
He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Black eyes all of the time
Don't spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed.
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

song performed by by Guns N' Roses
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Women's Day.

Why at all there should be
A Women's day?
Do any day passes without
A woman, delivering a child,
Do noot work at home,
Do all the chores for all,
She has the only capabilty,
To produce, she brings up
Men and women differently,
Will the day come,
when she will rise in her mind
To be an equal, teach men
To be of the same brain and brawn,
When will she understand,
She is superior in her
Suffering in the world,
Both for her sons, daughters
Of all the one she hears about,
The day she realises her capacity,
Only then the Women's day
disappear into oblivion,
Till then best wishes, best wishes,
To all women in the world.

Ravikiran Arakkal

poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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For centuries the leaders of Christian thought spoke of women as a necessary evil, and the greatest saints of the Church are those who despise women the most.

quote by Annie Besant
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Women, Teach Men Your Gentleness

Is it men or women who work the
most in slaughterhouses?
Is it men or women who are
most involved in domestic battering?
Is it men or women who commit
the most rapes?
Is it men or women who
vote for the most executions?
Is it men or women who promote
war, vote for war, kill in war?
Is it men or women who as
'talk show hosts' allow no talk?
Is it men or women who
are more often pedophiles?
Is it men or women who torture
lab animals more?

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Writer asks forgiveness of old soul men reading this poem.
As an attorney for the defense exaggerates and is selective
in what she presents, so it is with this poem.

It is the teaching of several religions and the belief of the poster
that we go back and forth between male and female incarnations
as we spiral down the inner ladder to the Indwelling God

The military and hunting organizations socialize gentle men into
believing they must murder voiceless powerless beings in order
to prove their masculinity. It is a lie from hell.

poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Women

Women...
Some budy
Called flower...

Some budy
Called moon...
Some budy

Called Brandy...
Somebudy
Called hourse...

Some budy
Called donkey...
Some budy

Called basterd...
Some calling
Some of word's

Women with women's...
This words are
Not full fill

The women...
World wide
Women is beauty...

Women is sexy...
Thats thats...
But...

Women is what...?
Not only women
Women is your mother...

Women is your sister...
Women is your wife...
Women is doughter...

Women is your gran mother...
Women is your friend...
Not only above...

Women is a human...
Human is women...
Understand too

All women's...
With your heart...
At your humunity...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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