Think Of The Soul
THINK of the Soul;
I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soul
somehow to live in other spheres;
I do not know how, but I know it is so.
Think of loving and being loved;
I swear to you, whoever you are, you can interfuse yourself with such
things that everybody that sees you shall look longingly upon
you.
Think of the past;
I warn you that in a little while others will find their past in you
and your times.
The race is never separated--nor man nor woman escapes;
All is inextricable--things, spirits, Nature, nations, you too--from
precedents you come.
Recall the ever-welcome defiers, (The mothers precede them;) 10
Recall the sages, poets, saviors, inventors, lawgivers, of the earth;
Recall Christ, brother of rejected persons--brother of slaves,
felons, idiots, and of insane and diseas'd persons.
Think of the time when you were not yet born;
Think of times you stood at the side of the dying;
Think of the time when your own body will be dying.
Think of spiritual results,
Sure as the earth swims through the heavens, does every one of its
objects pass into spiritual results.
Think of manhood, and you to be a man;
Do you count manhood, and the sweet of manhood, nothing?
Think of womanhood, and you to be a woman; 20
The creation is womanhood;
Have I not said that womanhood involves all?
Have I not told how the universe has nothing better than the best
womanhood?
poem by Walt Whitman
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And You...?
every month
my womanhood gets
thrown into the dustbin
at the street corner
every month
my womanhood
gets flushed out
in the water closet
month after month
i revive as a woman
i'm re-born as a woman
to nourish and nurture you
you say i need
to be a woman
to understand
what a man feels
and you?
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Love And Marilyn Monroe
(after Spillane)
Let us be aware of the true dark gods
Acknowledgeing the cache of the crotch
The primitive pure and pwerful pink and grey
private sensitivites
Wincing, marvelous in their sweetness, whence rises
the future.
Therefore let us praise Miss Marilyn Monroe.
She has a noble attitude marked by pride and candor
She takes a noble pride in the female nature and torso
She articualtes her pride with directness and exuberance
She is honest in her delight in womanhood and manhood.
She is not a great lady, she is more than a lady,
She continues the tradition of Dolly Madison and Clara
Bow
When she says, "any woman who claims she does not like
to be grabbed is a liar!"
Whether true or false, this colossal remark
states a dazzling intention...
It might be the birth of a new Venus among us
It atones at the very least for such as Carrie Nation
For Miss Monroe will never be a blue nose,
and perhaps we may hope
That there will be fewer blue noses because
she has flourished --
Long may she flourish in self-delight and the joy
of womanhood.
A nation haunted by Puritanism owes her homage and
gratitude.
Let us praise, to say it again, her spiritual pride
And admire one who delights in what she has and is
(Who says also: "A woman is like a motor car:
She needs a good body."
And: "I sun bathe in the nude, because I want
to be blonde all over.")
This is spiritual piety and physical ebullience
This is vivd glory, spiritual and physical,
Of Miss Marilyn Monroe.
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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Symtoms
My womanhood,
Of the usual symtoms of my menstrual pains and miscarriages!
But i will give you children in time of need.
Vanishing black beauty,
And of the assurance of things to come;
But i will do my best to make love to you.
My womanhood,
It was originally meant for you;
And to overcome these symtoms amd to love you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Hymn of the Socialists
By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common stye
In the city’s offal-holes, where the dregs of its horrors lie —
By the prayers that bubble out, but never ascend to God,
We swear the tyrants of earth to rout, with tongue and with pen and sword!
By the child that sees the light, where the pestilent air stagnates,
By the woman, worn and white, who under the street-lamp waits,
By the horror of vice that thrives in the dens of the wretched poor,
We swear to strike when the time arrives, for all that is good and pure!
By the rights that were always ours — the rights that we ne’er enjoyed,
And the gloomy cloud that lowers on the brow of the unemployed;
By the struggling mothers and wives — by girls in the streets of sin —
We swear to strike when the time arrives, for our kind and our kith and kin!
By our burning hate for men who rob us of ours by might,
And drive to the slum and den, the poor from the sun and light,
By the hell-born greed that drives our sons o’er the world to roam,
We swear to strike when the time arrives, and strike for our friends and home.
By the little of manhood left in a world of want and sin,
By the rift in the dark cloud’s brow where the light still struggles in,
By the love that scarce survives in a stream that is sluggish and thin,
We swear to work till the time arrives for ourselves and our kind and kin.
The little of love may dry in its stream that scarcely flows,
The little of manhood die and the rift in the dark clouds close,
And hope may vanish from earth and all that is pure and bright,
But we swear to strike eer that time has birth with the whole of our gathered might!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Responsibility is the thing people dread most of all. Yet it is the one thing in the world that develops us, gives us manhood or womanhood fibre.
quote by Frank H. Crane
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Mama and Daddy King represent the best in manhood and womanhood, the best in a marriage, the kind of people we are trying to become.
quote by Coretta Scott King
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Responsibility is the thing people dread most of all. Yet it is the one thing in the world that develops us, gives us manhood or womanhood fiber.
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We must try to advance the cause of humanity by developing in ourselves, as well as in others, a higher type of manhood and womanhood than the past has known. To aid in the evolution of a new conscience, to inject living streams of moral force into the dry veins of materialistic communities is our aim. We seek to come into touch with the ultimate power in things, the ultimate peace in things, which yet, in any literal sense, we know well that we cannot know. We seek to become morally certain — that is, certain for moral purposes — of what is beyond the reach of demonstration. But our moral optimism must include the darkest facts that pessimism can point to, include them and transcend them.
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International Women's Day - 100th Anniversary
Let us bow before
The womanhood
This day, on the 100th anniversary of
International Women’s Day
Nature has endowed
The women folk
Patience,
Love and care
And above all that
The devout attachment
To anything
That belongs to them
They are designed to
Nurture relationship
With a tact
So that relationships are
Rightly maintained
And with a least sign of any strain
They are wrongly termed
As the weaker sex
But it is coined only those
Who are male chauvinists
Attempt is only to make them feel weak
Women are much stronger than what they look
Their kindness to humanity
Is the one that helps the race be on the move
And on continuity
As much as they know how to love
They know also know how to hate
They are framed to keep things together
They are also molded to throw things apart
They are mothers
They can also provide the care of fathers
They can encourage
And equally discourage
They wait and strike at the right time
They are loveable
They dissolve in embraces
They embrace to solidify a weakened confidence
They are less expressive
But turn out to be a volcano if they are to express
Something strongly undesired
They only can make a home
We, men, can only make a house
They are tradition guards
We, men, can be tradition traitors
They are sisters, wives, mothers, daughters and so on
But basically they are mothers
We, men are brothers, husbands, fathers, sons and so on
But basically we are only men
They proved to be better managers
Than what men did
As they demonstrated better empathy
They think beyond
They envision farther
They are organized better
And let us resolve
To see the womanhood
Just not the woman
And to respect
The great qualities a woman has
And all the rest like
Empowering them,
Educating them,
Enthusing them to independence, etc.
Will take care of it
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Womanhood
Reaching womanhood is an exciting time
You reach alright to the rhythm and rhyme
that carresses your body
and touches your soul
and the woman you are now becomes whole.
Teenage lust passes away
in search of a far superior play.
You act your part and soon the start
of burning passion becomes who you are.
You give into the feeling that takes you far,
far into the night with starry skies
and slowly you learn about the sighs.
You enjoy the coupling.
You remember the feel.
Your mind starts to race
It sates you more
than a three course meal.
And all because you're a woman now.
You're intent with desire that teaches you how
to please yourself and your man
with the pleasures of life since time began.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Separation Of Difference
Woman you are powerful…
In two ways…your strength…
Which makes you rare and unique…
And your womanhood…
Whatever else is added is all good…
There is a high road…
There is a low road…
Both have equal travel…
That is why strength matters…
For whoever land you may stand…
Be it woman of man…
You must show your best…
Let no one quest…or…
Request…
You my sweet, sweet (Lady) you are a (Northern Light) …
Who has taken flight with no plight…
View your might as well…
It's your womanhood…Ooooo…
"That Lady Be"…would…could…
Should…only if she wish…
To become someone's dish…
Remember (WOMAN) you are two-fold…
I reckon twice as nice…meaning hell…
On wheels…
Whatever the deal…
Never get stolen…
Or accidentally swollen…
"YOU ARE GOLDEN"…in every way…
That is what the ONE in the heaven say…
(Night or day…fun or play) ...
Yes, …is only no…when you say so.
For a friend name Lili
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Writing is
Writing is
Indigenous
To the Ten Commandments
Thou shalt not kill
This shalt love thy
Neighbor as thy self
So said Sais my
Musing God woman
Of earth woman
Amir in womanhood
Woman wild as Adolf
Hitler and righteous
As Halibuts blacks
As the woman in them.
poem by David E. Patton
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Heaven on Earth
Daughter, Sister, Mother, Wife,
Keeper of Earth, Giver of Life.
Tranquil is thy Soul in flight
As it travels to new heights.
Beautiful is thy holy Life
In God's hallowed blessed sight.
In gentleness of Womanhood
Reflecting heavens might.
Solace in thy loving arms
To soothe thy earthly plight.
Husband, Father, Brother, Son
Strong and loving Gentle One.
Protector of thy living Soul
Keeper of the Sacred Scroll.
Principle in Truth is found
Upon this blessed Holy Ground.
Many wars on earth are fought
Humanity has thus been slain.
For the sake of all religion
In the name of God in vain.
Peace and Love for all the world
Never shall our paths defraud.
From the Churches to the Temples
Of our Father Mother God
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet V
Until it happened, as such things will be,
That she, who had a proud man for her spouse
None the less loving that unloved was he,
Must bear a child, the heir to his high house.
Then Adrian left her. It was idle sorrow
Longer to wait a suppliant at her door,
Weeping the promise of a lost to--morrow
Which never could be his nor valued more.
And he was tired of tears and nightly needed
To feed his manhood's strength on stronger meat,
And neither word of hers nor vow he heeded,
Who was thus proved a daughter of deceit;
And he was wrath with her and womanhood,
And with himself, and chiefly wrath with God.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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I can't forget
I can't forget your smile
I can't forget your laughing eyes
Your kindness causes me to cry
I ask.
I ask.
I ask myself why
Are you s much apart of my life
Our midnight conversations rang in the back of my mind.
Time after Time
I crave for your company
I cry out at night for your warmth
I can't forget the woman you are.
I can't forget you are my friend
As well as my lover.
I can't forget you waiting outside my J.O.B.
To bring me home
I can't forget your tears
When I was laid off.
I can't forget, I just can't
I can't forget the first time I saw you.
Radiant and full of life/ you are.
Your voice low and sweet,
Eyes glued to mine as we speak
I just can't forget
I can't forget how myself esteem grew
While with you.
I can't forget
The long walks and talks of encouragement
You are...You are...You are!
UN_FOR_GET_TABLE!
You are my life line
You are my door to time
I can't forget
Sinking into your womanhood
I can't forget how you cuddled my manhood
I can't forget
You have shown me un-conditional love
And passon as well as concern
I can't forget
Those things I earned
I cant forget
How you crawled into bed next to me
Slow and easy, full of strength.
Pulling me close to your warm and soft body.
Wrapping your legs around mine
As to never let me go.
I can't forget
Giving me eye to eye contact
As we introduced oursleves once again.
I can't forget
As the moon was reaching it's
Apex(so were we)
My emotions outof control
My body limp, but full.
Your scent seasoning the room
With the after glow of us
I can't forget
I can't forget
I can't forget
I love you
That is always
I can't forget
Every morning I wake to a kiss
As gentle and as strong as the mildst river
I can't forget...You...I can't foget.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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I swear to you, Love, by your arrows
I swear to you, Love, by your arrows,
And by your powerful holy flame,
I care not if by one I’m maimed,
My heart burned, wasted by the other:
However far through times past or coming,
There never was nor will be woman
Whomever of them you wish to name,
Could know such sharpness, such devouring:
For there’s a virtue born from suffering,
That dims and conquers the sense of pain,
So that it’s barely felt, seems scarcely hurting.
No! This, that torments soul and body again,
This is the real fear presaging my dying:
What if my fire be only straw and flame?
poem by Gaspara Stampa
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Earl
The frist fruits of manhood and the first fruits of love,
The first fruits of womanhood and the first fruits of love,
And like a warrior rejoicing from wine;
But i am always ready for Earl my lover.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dream For The Future
Oh that chaos would settle down
underneath these skies,
then we could look at this sweet earth
with angelic eyes.
There will come a day when all
sins of men shall be
swallowed up and cast aside
for all eternity.
For much too long has man forgotten
the reason he was born.
So the chaos and fear that's with us still
will be plucked out like a thorn.
The poets of the body and poets of the soul
shall choose their words with care.
And describe to those who come after
the burdens of those who dare
to repeat the times that were with men
in times when most were blind.
For the clock now chimes the moment
when every man will find
that spiritual adventure belongs to him
and will not be denied.
The cries, the hurts, the pains of all
will finally subside.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Harm To Ham
Protection at the time of trouble is always done with care,
But the light of the righteous is the way forward;
For i am now in the wings of love flying so high above you!
Seal, weal, deal, meal, peal, zeal, heal, real, teal, veal;
In the appointed season with my love to take care of the things!
But the sisterhood and the brotherhood is like,
Childhood, womanhood and manhood which are pictured allegorically.
Weeping and gnashing of teeth by the camping at the sea,
Harm to Ham when Cush begot Nimrod;
For it really makes a difference with your love!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bed
My little darling it's a crying shame
The way that you lead me on
And I've got nobody but myself to blame
Cause I've always just played along
Well show me a body that gets no love
And I'll show you a body that's way messed up
Well it seems like you're aware of the effect you have on my head
If you feel like I'm asking you for too much
We can keep in touch
And I'll find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
My little darling I'm a tangled mess
When you tease me the way you do
and what it would be like I can only guess
If you'd please me like I wanna please you
Well show me a friendship that's pure and chaste
And I'll show you and engine that's dying to race
Well the time has come for me to find
Another way to get my soul fed
I know we could be the sweetest friends
But if that's where it ends
Then I'll find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
Well the time has come for me
To take care of myself instead
You know if we remain
On a spiritual plane I will go insane
Don't make me find someone else to bed
Bed
Find someone
Find someone else to bed
song performed by by Semisonic from All About Chemistry
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