Be true of your clan
The woman I loved,
The only woman
If I ever loved,
Is, by accident, she,
Who is very much a doe,
Too frail, too fragile,
Too timid and too shy
To live up to her desire.
As meek as a mouse,
Whom how to arouse?
That woman I loved,
A respectful class,
And my dear brass,
Is, by accident, she,
Who is of a clan, a clan
Known for supremacy
Of women in their affairs,
Where her will prevails,
And where her desire is ultimate,
Her man is to subordinate.
When will you gain
Your supremacy,
That now is latent
And potent in you?
When will you tear
Your fear and shear
Your barrier, my dear?
Till then, till then,
I am at your doorstep.
Just a call. All the bliss.
11.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Am Not A Woman...
I am not a woman that loves with a heart
I am not a woman that's silly and smart
I am not a woman with open wounds
I am not a woman that's more attuned
I am not a woman that you hold dear
I am not a woman that has no fear
I am not a woman that's loved or lost
I am not a woman that doesn't know the cost
I am not a woman that's hurting inside
I am not a woman that has no foolish pride
I am not a woman that can't look you in the eye
I am not a woman alone that cries
I am not a woman that's imprisoned with chains
I am not a woman that holds her will in vain
I am not a woman, or mother, or friend
or wife, or daughter, or one to depend
I am not a woman of all and more
Because I gave it away to the one I adore
what's left is all you see
Just a woman that truly believes
Two Loves
The woman he loved, while he dreamed of her,
Danced on till the stars grew dim,
But alone with her heart, from the world apart
Sat the woman who loved him.
The woman he worshipped only smiled
When he poured out his passionate love.
But the other somewhere, kissed her treasure most rare,
A book he had touched with his glove.
The woman he loved betrayed his trust,
And he wore the scars for life;
And he cared not, nor knew, that the other was true;
But no man called her his wife.
The woman he loved trod festal halls,
While they sang his funeral hymn,
But the sad bells tolled, ere the year was old,
For the woman that loved him.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Power to the women
Give power to the woman that wakes up at dawn to have her family ready for the day
Give power to that woman that
That fathers her children
To that woman that gave birth to our heroes and heroines
To that woman that molded the good men out there
Give power to that woman that works two jobs to feed their families
Give power to that woman that made it in a male dominated industry,
Kept her calm and conquered
Give power to that woman that rose above all odds
Power to that woman that didn't give up on love after being
Being cheated
Ill treated
Abused
Called names and never appreciated
Power to that woman that loved even though she had never felt loved
To that woman that cared when she was never cared for
When betrayal and hate filled her heart with rage
Poisoned and bitter, she still loved anyhow
Power to that woman, for she is strong
Power to that woman for being a woman
Power to the women
Power to the women!
poem by Solomon Kobela
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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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A Question
AND so in the death-darkened chamber they met,
The woman that once he had loved and the one he loved yet—
The wife who had warped his desire and the woman he could not forget.
They stood by the bier where between them he slept,
And the love he had lost in his wife to her swimming eyes leapt;
But the woman his life had belonged to—his paramour—spoke not nor wept.
It was only a story of sated desire—
Of a love merely sensual burnt to an ash by its fire,
And a husband who turned to a more luscious love that was his for the hire.
All had sinned. For the husband had killed by his clutch,
Rough-handed, the fruit of a love that had dropped at his touch.
One woman's great sin was not loving, his wife's was in loving too much.
And so he had died; it was over at last;
And across him the two women looked at each other aghast—
Across his cold corse, and across the cold corse of the loathsome dead Past!
Then the smouldering love of the wife leapt to flame,
And she poured forth her kisses upon him, and called on his name.
But the other said “No, he is nothing to you; soul and body I claim!”
They looked at each other awhile. Said the wife wearily,
“He is mine; for I loved him, and ever shall love him; let be!”
But the other sneered, “No, he is mine, and mine only, because he loved me!”
Then the two laid their hands on the body between;
And fought for it, wife against paramour, fiercely, unseen—
For the body diseased and polluted, as ever his spirit had been.
And this is a question for answer in Hell:
To which of the two did his spirit belong, can you tell?
Think, was it the woman he loved, or the one who had loved him too well?
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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Have You Ever Loved A Woman
(by billy myles)
Have you ever loved a woman so much you tremble in pain?
Have you ever loved a woman so much you tremble in pain?
And all the time you know she bears another mans name.
But you just love that woman so much its a shame and a sin.
You just love that woman so much its a shame and a sin.
But all the time you know she belongs to your very best friend.
Have you ever loved a woman and you know you cant leave her alone?
Have you ever loved a woman and you know you cant leave her alone?
Something deep inside of you wont let you wreck your best friends home.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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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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A Loved Woman
A loved woman's heart is a new lit candle,
Incandescent fire bright,
Her lambent eyes are sparkling stars
Glowing through the blackest night.
A loved woman's walk is fairy footfall
Leaping through the air so light,
A loved woman's hair will catch the
moonbeams
And reflect celestial white.
A loved woman's laughter -- silver bells
Ringing in the twinkling foam,
Her soul will soar to the highest
heights
Of Heaven's vast and starry dome!
!
poem by Marian Hallet
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Affairs Of The Heart
Written by stevie nicks.
One set of doors was the color of honey
One set of doors was pink and grey
Well I wonder which set is mine, said she
As she walked down the long hallway
Well I wonder which set of rooms are mine
For in these rooms she would live and die
Well its better to have loved and lost
(ah but its better not to lose)
Then to never have loved at all
(never have loved, never have loved at all)
Well its better to have loved and lost
(ah but its better not to lose)
Then to always be alone
(always be alone)
In your heart
I thought that there was more involved
Through all that time and all these months
I stopped many times to question you
Well I told you that it was the right thing to do
Well its better to have loved and lost
(ah but its better not to lose)
Then to never have loved at all
(never have loved, never have loved at all)
Well its better to have loved and lost
(ah but its better not to lose)
Then to always be alone
(always be alone)
In your heart
But I knew that this was just for now
And the time would take its toll upon us all
Well it would break our hearts
Tear it apart
But no one understood
The affairs of the heart
Well its better to have loved and lost
Then to never have loved at all
(never have loved, never have loved at all)
Well itll break your heart
Tear it apart
But no one understands
(no one understands)
The affairs of the heart
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Happy Women's Day
As a woman I died several times in this life
But just being a woman, I had to courage to raise again
As a woman, I fell to the gutters of chauvinism
Yet, just being a woman, I took that in stride of my feminism
As a woman, I cried several unending nights
Yet, I showed up a brave face and ready to fight
As a woman, I hurried to several trains to catch
Yet, I never left behind any unfinished match
As a woman, I loved being loved all the time
Yet, I had the courage to withstand ditching too
As a woman, I always liked to be dressed the best
But just being a woman, I did dress up to the situations true
As a woman, I shared my meal and peace all the time
Yet, I also learnt to let go my meal for a cause in tide
As a woman, I got shunned by the people of the society
Yet, I stood back and said, I am proud to be what I am as a woman
As a woman, I know I glorified everything that I liked
Yet, I had the right to reject what is not right in its form
As a woman, I lent my shoulders for friends to lean on
But just being a woman, I warned them not to be vulnerable on
As a woman, I know the struggles are many and always on
Yet being a woman, I know God made us that way to deal on
As a woman, I like the way You look at me and say so
But just being a woman, remember I am not a show case piece
As a woman, I love rest of my women folks who are wonderful
In not just the way they are, but for being great friends too
For being enduring Mothers, efficient professionals, loving daughters
And for being great wives and being Divas in their own Right!
poem by Umasree Raghunath
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Women Were Once Popes
Three times a Pope was a woman.
Instead of a man.
Believe this if you can.
These women were cross dressers looking like men.
YES, three women were the leaders living ruling the Vatican.
Of course, each had a special plan.
To get elected to the Highest position of man.
In the Vatican all women were banned.
Crafty women used ways to infiltrate the Vatican's secrete clan.
In religion, women had taken all they could stand.
From men that don't understand women.
Back then, could you imagine being a lowly woman.
And having a High Class man, manually using a fan
With his hand
To cool here off after she ran.
The powerful State the Vatican.
Woman Popes were the most powerful humans of all lands
During their tenure, lacking the correct sex glands.
Arts not kidding about women leading the Vatican.
They, wishing he would shut up of a woman Pope faked as man.
poem by Arthur Knackmus
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Man v/s Woman
Man says
Men
Are greater than woman
Woman says
Women
Are greater than men
The fight of supremacy
Never ends
The fact is
She gave birth to him
And he the god
Created her
Let us agree now
Both are equal to each other
Without one
It shall be impossible to live
For the other
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Pale Woman
I spoke to the pale and heavy-lidded woman, and said:
O pale and heavy-lidded woman, why is your cheek
Pale as the dead, and what are your eyes afraid lest they speak?
And the woman answered me: I am pale as the dead,
For the dead have loved me, and I dream of the dead.
But I see in the eyes of the living, as a living fire,
The thing that my soul in triumph tells me I have forgot;
And therefore mine eyelids are heavy, and I raise them not,
For always I see in the eyes of men the old desire,
And I fear lest they see that I desire their desire.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Man And Woman, Two Hands
Man and woman are half, half,
Not exact but asymmetrical.
Man and woman form a whole;
Together they tend the race.
Two men cannot form a whole
And not two women either,
Gays and lesbians to note.
Man and woman are stake and vine.
They are two hands: right and left.
Hands don’t fight for supremacy.
They work for integrity.
Man and woman must learn from this.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I once did love
I onced loved a girl
O her eyes as fair as the sun
I onced loved this girl
Whose voice laid me to rest
But this girl was exposed
Exposed to life
That Is when I onced loved a woman.
A woman with a heart
But the woman had died
Now I must part
I onced loved lady
She was different from the woman
O her looks were so great
But life consumes everything we belive that is great
poem by Nicholas Casillas
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Do Not Take Her- Helen Hepner
Dear Lord,
You know what's best in everyone's heart; including my Grandma Helen. As you know she was diagnosed with lung cancer and has only a short time to live. I must ask you why. Why is her life being cut so short? She is loved by many; including myself. I was named after her because of the amazing woman that she is. I wish to become like her one day. Smart, beautiful, talented, and loved. I do not know anyone who does not love her or her cooking. She is an amazing woman that I am glad that I am related to. However Lord, why must you take her into your gates? Is it really her time? If I can may I ask to take her place? I do not wish to see her go. I rather it be me. Heaven awaits for her, but she is needed her by many. We will miss her all dear Lord. Please Do Not Take Her
I am forever your child
MaKayla Kerrigan Elizabeth Straight
poem by Makayla Straight
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Never Loved A Girl
Ohh... cayeah...
What\'cha say baby...
Umm huh...
Thats what I thought...
You\'re a no good heartbreaker
You\'re a liar... you\'re a cheat
And I don\'t know why I let you do that thing to me
My friends keep telling me... yeah... that\'choo ain\'t no good
Oh why... I\'d leave you if I could
I guess I\'m on tight
And I\'m stuck like glue
Cause I ain\'t never
I ain\'t never
I ain\'t never... no... no...
Loved a girl the way that I
I love you
Sometimes I know I thought
You would run outta fools
But I was so wrong
Ya got the one you\'ll never lose
The way you treat me is shame
How could you hurt me so bad
Woh... ooo... oohh... baby you know that I\'m the best thing that you ever had
Kiss me once again
Don\'t\'choo never never say that we\'re through
Cause I ain\'t never
Never
Never... no... no...
Loved a girl the way that I
I love you... yeah
I can\'t sleep at night... and I can\'t eat a bite
And I guess I\'ll never be free
Since you got your hooks in me
Oh oh I.... yeah
I... yeah
I ain\'t never loved a woman like I love ya
I ain\'t never loved a girl
I ain\'t never loved a woman like I put my arm aroun\' ya
Yeah never loved a girl
I never loved a woman like I love ya
Aah yeah...
I ain\'t never loved a girl
Yeah... never loved that girl
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Never Loved Her Anyway
Standin at the station, suitcase in my hand
Left that cheatin woman layin with another man
But thats okay... I never loved her anyway
If thats the way you want it babe
I never loved you anyway
Drink up all my whiskey
And I pick you up when you fall down on the floor
Takin all my money
Then I find your ass, headed towards the door
If thats the way you want it girl
I never loved you anyway
Baby listen to what I say
If thats the way you want it babe
I never loved you anyway
Standin at the station starin down the track
Left that cheatin woman with my footprint on her back
But thats okay... I never loved her anyway
If thats the way you want it babe
I never loved you anyway
(x3)
song performed by by Motley Crue
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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
My dreams are of a
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