A Stipulative Discovery
(Idle hands are Satan’s work shop)
People don’t understand…
How fragile they are…
Not doing good by far…
(Like a sweet restraint…I see us)
To become accepted is like…
The main appetizer in a meal…
Love bad or good is real…
A body acceptance of entry…
To forbidden places of it’s owner…
Crying out in whispers…
Saying is that me?
Oh how lovely I am ….
How can this touch…this kiss…
Mean so much to me…
From where are these feeling…
Coming…
Mother never mention to me…
Concerning such un-spoke… of places…
The…sensation…
Wow…My body is amazing…
The reason for thinking one is in love…
I still cannot understand…
There is much of me to protect…
For I am…Queen…
Every man’s dream…
Stop man’s plot…
Trespass me not…
My relationship shall and will not…
Be a blot…
Respect of me is more then…
A marry-go-round ride…
I am self pride…
I am woman…
The gift to man…
Respect my whole being…
Or just keep on walking…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
You Are Great
Sweet lady day…
On my mind you stay…
My intimate whispers, resonate within…
Your spirit…
For days after…
O' how GOD must…trust mankind…
To let mankind share in this gift known as…
Woman…Truly a gift from God…
Woman- imagine Adam and Eve…?
Not making love…I just can't…
To touch woman…before and after…
Is just a thrill…to real…
An awakening…toward her beauty…And sensitivity…
Her self-respect…
It all pulls at man…
He knows you are queen…his queen…
The gift…his gift…
The woman…his woman…
And he will never forget…
Never…that you have a mind of your own…
Which enhance many things…
Like him in your dreams…
A smile from within…that is such a thrill…
Which brings about a warm chill…
An a after…smile…
Which last all day…
Whisperkwane@gmail.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Talk About Work
“BY THE SWEAT OF YOUR BLOW”
That says much concerning a …
Man and a Woman…
That gift which God gave to man…
That queen you lie down with…
Smile with…
Dance and eat with…
You, man…should also keep…
In mind the respect of…
Talk about working…
By the sweat of ones brow…
A relationship is more of a…
Working after hours…
And down the road…reaping what…
You’ve sewn…
What is a man without…
His queen…
What is a man without his dream…
What is a man…?
Talk about working…
A man respects a woman…
The whole of her…
Her very essences…
Should excite his very being…
That respect which came from…
His mother…
Carrying over to his wife…
Or wife to be…
Freedom is not freedom…
If there is no respect involved…
Within that relationship…
A burden is the term used…
In most cases concerning the relationship…
Which is probably used for the lack of…
For a relationship is not a burden…
But a wonderful experience…
At best…
And the beauty of it all…
Is your woman….
So be an oak tree…
Rooted with a willow tree in mind…
For bending binds…
As well as mends…
A sense of togetherness…
A union like that of the universe…
Consider the moon and sun…
What an order that is…
Which pleases the earth well…
As you can… also please your queen…
Playfulness, always on the menu…
A licking of the tongue…
In a jest manner…
Would ring a bell…
Dishes washed as part of…
Bring out the kid in you both…
Not really playing hop-scotch…
But you get my point…
Out right showing your love…
With that respect riding high…
Not knowing what is hen pecked…
Learning many ways which to fly…
Conversations lead to foreplay…
And the rest…is His-story…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Wonder Woman
All… that we know as mates…
What…are we doing…as mates…
Knowing and doing…
A decision you must decide…
Has nothing to do with pride…
(Repetition) …could be good or bad…
(In the case of Abuse) …
Arguments and beatings over time…
Brings fear and a forced obedience…
In the case of love of self…
Arguments and beatings…
Brings separation and your freedom…
From that…no repetition needed…
Your queen hood succeeded…
Inner passion has much power…
You…are always the woman of the hour…
Your ability to be queen is…
Inevitable…for you are pregnant…
With such a crown…
No need for a beat down…You woman…
Are…Profound…
So remember that word, love…
And how near to a bed were you…
When, It was said…lol…
The good and the bad…
The…real ups and downs…
Your understanding…of…
(The grass is greener) …means much…
Woman…remember…God, gave you…
That touch…Use it…
Woman man, really is your student…
While being your lover…
Teach him, women unaware will thank you…smile…
Do your job, be queen, that is who you are…
And know, a man will respect that, no matter what…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Protagonist
A woman of her nature…
What is that…
Who is that…
Why is that…
Kind …and respect is due…
Loveable…and respect is over due…
Mother…and disrespected…
Lover…and confused…
Daughter and misunderstood…
Sister and forgotten…
Friend and the phone never rings…
So many women…
So many men…
Are abusing each other…
To each other they forget…
The male, female protocol…
Men have lost there balls…
Women don’t think to call…
Let men know…
SHE is his queen…
SHE is his gift…
SHE is woman…
God’s special creation…
Male and female…
Wake up…
Respect one another…
There is nothing else.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Truth Will Give You Love
Love is wise, but how wise?
Real love can live without the magic of sex?
Love is the wisdom of two people
Sex is the lust of many
A woman the gift...a wise person
Understands less sex.
Women are not always willing to be on there back
A relationship is not a running track
But a place to be laid and admired from the sack.
A man as I was told... is bold for the female hole
Wisdom did him no good...
Born for sex from the hood...
Ride'em, feed'em, and Puck'em
That is how it was told
But the wisdom of the gift
Put into man a shift...
Now most men see love with both eyes and hope
Instead of with one eye and the hole as dope.
The gift is a shadow of a man's smile..
A woman's love is the wisdom we both learn to live and grow with
Now that most men understand that woman is woman
And man is man...Let us try to do the best we can....
Less sex on demand.
whisperkwane
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It Was Only Coffee
Young lady you run... Through my mind... More then I would like... But you being there is... Like a summer breeze... I am tense and at ease... All in that one moment... I see your body before me... Under me... Over me... I would truly love to live... Within your garden-walls... It's not often that a woman... Is so close... And yet so far... Platonic can only travel so long... I realize you are the master... Of your soul... And to me you are like gold... Deep down...I really must work... To get...IT... I felt your fresh-nesssss... From that first day at the coffee... Shop... Your silhouette haunts me still... In a very good way... A way I can't speak of... But you know...you know... If only for one night... Your garden I would love... In delight... Live there for a time... awake to the song of birds... Rushing to fix your break-fast... Treating you like the queen... You are... That gift which God created for man... I fear you...and at the same time... I adore and admire you... Respect you...that is mandatory...God says so... So I let you run through my mind... Keeping my thoughts... Fairly...fair... Most times I am breath-lessss... As I see your magnificent... Shadow... My whole being is harden... But gracefully...mind you... We must have a clandestine rendezvous... Oh'...That is just the boy in me... Speaking out... Don't worry... I will reprimand myself... For that... Sleep my queen... Enjoy the dew upon your... Garden..which is often thought about... And if ever you decide to water it... Remember... I would love to be the rain... And yes I am smiling.... And you...
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Riches of A Woman
Sleep falls upon man... He awakes smiling... God...male or female... Smile at him... 'You smile my son' Yes I do... Thank you...for... The riches of this woman... My life shall shine it's bright'est... Thanks to YOUR...kindness... YOUR... sharing that creation... WOMAN... With me... from me... Ah...how wonderful my life... shall be... And respect of...woman, Is within me... How shall I ever complete...? However shall I respect... Such a gift... My Lord Ship... How? ... Help me to love, cherish and obey... The respect due YOUR...creation... She deserves...More then just me...
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Woman of Mine
I don't pretend to be the lover of lovers, I am just a man who is under new view, I am seeking to understand woman, A gift created like me by God. If I do not do this, It would make me feel odd. I am given unconditional love From the creator, As to not become a dictator. Now woman God has given me, We are created, We are both free. It was said. Let woman be! She is the apple of the Creator, And the center of man... later. Woman a door to romance She is, WOW! at a glance My life she will enhance. I ask myself day in and day out, Why do I cause woman to pout? Is it my pretending to respect her, The cause of her pain or... My lover of lovers driving her insane? I truly want to be up-right, Be 'A MAN' in her sight. Do what a man should do, To her be wonderful and true. Keep a pleasing smile on her face Drizzle her with flowers and victor-lace. Assuring her inner woman warmth, Gratifying her at every turn, Something she has certainly earned. Mother of man and his off-spring, To my world love, And caring she brings. A facetious and noble look at life, Easing what man considers as strife. Oh! how pleased I am with God, For creating such a person to share... My heart; Woman you are the bomb, No way are you dumb, Red, White, Black, and Blue, RESPECT! you are due...no one but you
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Know Your Surroundings
There is nothing wrong with…
Bring a strong woman…
They look good smiling from the inside…
World-wide…
That inner respect and pride…
You let so many men just slide by…
When you know you are…too…
Hot -2-trot…
The center of man's plot…
And many women know this not…
Walking proud and talking loud…
Your surroundings you must beware…
Woman of beauty…Cloak and Dagger…
Hides in the air…
The sway of your hips…
The fullness of your lips…
That is your first tip…
So do not trip…
Let your mind be open and free…
Use your heart and eyes to see…
Beyond the fun…
Act as if your life has just begun…
Girl! You've got to know when to just RUN…
Beauty is not just skin deep…
PEEP…know and see who you are…
YOU…are the best by far…The star…
Be ready for that dare…
For you…someone will always care…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Life Is amazing
Amazing is the life given…
Like (fajr) prayer early in the morning…
Breaking the light in the sky just before sunrise…
Amazing is life given…
To hear the whispering of the winds…
After an emotional play…ha! , ha! …
Amazing is life given…
To hear the voice of a child being born…
Or birds chirping in a group by the pond…
Or at the corner street post…
Amazing is life given…
When you witness the blooming…
Of a planted seed…indeed…
Take heed…life is amazing…
Amazing is life given…
When your queen smiles at you…
Just to be smiling…
Or the woman next door offers you…
Early morning coffee…
Out of the blue…she offers you….
Amazing is life given…
Because the giver of life is(AMAZING) …
As is the woman who is created for all…
Of mankind…rewind your soul…
Love the amazement which is woman…
Share…in her respect…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Beats Goes On
Flash…
Speeding…
An enlighten intellect…
Coming your way…
Look out!
Tracking her own as she go…
Asking you…
What you think you know…
About this…
What kind of love are you…
Trying to give me…
Serious or phat…
Games are good in sports…
I will cut you short…
If you can’t come correct…
I am no target…
But a bargain…
(TOP SHELF) …
The best of the best…
Not a contest…
Not a test…
But, the real deal…
Not, a third wheel…
You heel to that…
And I might just let…?
If you are thinking forlorn…
You best start thinking balance…
By no means…am I lost…
Concerning me and my well…
Being… is your best bet…
I am your queen…
Your dream…
Your every desire…
Not clay as for play…
But woman…
A molding of self…
Be with me…
Give me…
My just due…
Right…from you…
Not a want-to-be…
But I am…
W O M A N…
Steel, and silky…
Cold and warm…
Your place of rest…
Your shelter in a storm…
I am your warmth…
Not damaged goods…
But a person to be pampered…
Now and always…
I, I, I, AM…
Your Queen…
Respect that.
Whisperkwane
[email protected]
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Boeing
I was listening to this female artist last night,
Relate how she was in love,
And a light came on in my head,
Love or sex or Sex and love...Boeing
Which is which...when you say you are in love?
The line must be incredibly thin or invisible.
If you are in love when you want or after having sex?
Then a certain someone whom you've known for years,
Whom you claim love, love as well...
Then what kind of love do we speak of?
You meet someone you have a thrilling, unique encounter
Now you feel it's love.? !
Love is very, very unpredictable...
Where people's feeling are concerned.
The female artist said how she would...
share this love with another just to keep it...boeing!
Is love that unexplored that we can't
Really distinguish it from what we are not feeling?
Do I really love my mother?
Is this love a love shared by our creator?
And if so how can HE/SHE love us as much
As loving a bird or a bee...
Still saying loving them as much as me?
How can I love Lucy as much as or more then Sally?
Is it looks or sex?
It's something and I know not what it is.
The female artist said she would give anything to keep this love
She was singing of...Boeing!
Are there levels of love and if so, what...
Class would one enter to adjust themselves
To be aware of such level’s in his/her own feelings?
It would provocate, that something this well known
Is so unexpected and is causing people high-blood pressure
As well as having one run right off the road.
LOVE!
What is it and why is it?
I've had some very good cherry pie...
Never really loved it...because apple pie is just as good if not better... Boeing...LOVE!
What is it.>?
I see a queen my body moves in many directions.
I am with a queen my hands and my mind never stop moving.
I am without this queen and the same things occur.
Sounds like love to me,
Felt like love to me,
Then muck, the puck,
A duck is a duck…
I never took love 101,
But in my hood we had classes in hood sex on sex
Sex-1...sex-2...sex-3
PH-D's in sex before and after sex.
AA's in sex while having sex with another.
Certificates in plan old 'just love’ Boeing, Boeing, Boeing
But never a class on love and what is(love)
And why it is.
But what the heck...
Whatever it is that makes me feel
I want to be naked and run down the middle of the road...
SMILING...it must be a GOD sent.
whisperkwane
[email protected]
Wh [email protected]
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
2 Da Point
I would love to love you…
Which of you is who…?
Your loneliness could be talking…
In which case I need be walking…
I need the real you ready and fresh…
Not the one with the baggage of mess…
I need someone who I can honestly caress…
So our relationship can progress…
There need be no re-set…
I would you love my pet…
Let me look into your eyes…
And see no past tears…
Nor fears…
But only the happiness we can bring…
To each other…
Shall I go further…?
Memory lost is a great thing…
I await the day your mind, heart and body…
Can sinnnnnnnnnnnnnng…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Valediction Of The Body For The Soul
I am the body, and you are the soul. I let you in. You are my guest.
Inside my body, you feel what i feel.You know what i know.
What you like i too must like.
What you disgust I too must disgust.
We have become one. Ideally, we go. I go where you go.
I let you stand on my feet
I let you touch the persons and things that you love
Through my Hands.
I am the body and you are the Soul. Inside me
You are my guest. They say that you are more important.
Holier. More wise. Filled with Understanding,
As I let you stay, I have become of lesser importance
To those who worship you, through me.
I am the body, and I have become secondary
to Your importance. But you are just my guest. I have let you in.
Now I demand that you too must respect my flesh,
My bones, My blood. I bleed. You don't. I feel the pain
You don't. I now demand that you too My Soul
Must understand my simple needs. My need for warmth
and Desire.
I am the Body and You are the Soul. I demand respect
and understanding otherwise I may use my power
to Oust You. I still have the power to put an end
To this Body and it is you who must leave.
You must understand me. When I end the life of this Body
As I very well know I can, then you Leave.
I will be left. I may rot. I may turn to Dust. But I have done
what is within my Power.
Respect my little lusts. That is my compromise with You.
Have a little understanding to my confusions.
Bear with Me too. Be my Guest. Be the Good One.
My Soul, My friend, My companion.I am your Faithful Body.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Growing Queen
You impress me most…
When you try not…
You will understand love…
Once you taste the heartbreak…
You will only understand life…
When you run into death…
You are that woman which…
Your inner queen seeks…
That which is inside, know the outer…
Concerning love, life and respect…
All to well…
Remember lady, a closed hand…
Knows not what a handshake is…
And you are the woman of the hour…
Show your inner strength…
Shine like the sun and touch…
All…
whisper kwane…
[email protected]
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Free Spirit
Early morning every day…
I wish I could go out and play…
Rather…I am good or bad…
Not playing is very sad…
Love rides me…
All over, inside and out…
Without it I pout…
I do not laugh…
But I shout…
I do not wish to be turned out…
I am me…woman…Free…
No man shall enslave me…
I was created to run wild…
If I choose it to be my style…
I am not just queen for one day…
But a queen in every-way…
Respect me…
Love me…
Understand me…
And receive my undivided attention…
For now and always
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
IT's True
Habibti queen of queens…
You were never created to be abused…
God said so in the beginning…
When kicking Beelzebub out of paradise…
Along with you and Adam…
Because Satan had abused…Adams…queen…
You…
By way of the seven sins…
First that action motivated by anger…
Satan's anger…wrath…man's toy…
Then that selfish desire for more then just one…
Greed…take heed…it's just a woman…
I am Satan…man says…("I am man") …
Then the laziness of being in paradise…
Sloth-task-tic…
Which filled him with pride and envy…
Sure abuse tools pass down to man…
Satan became a guttonologist…
That really made God pissed…
Satan teaching man how to abuse…
Women as to there liking… Lustfully …
But my Habibti you have complete control…
You have the gold…
You are WOMAN…and need not bow to any…
Of the seven sins…
Not of your liking…
You have the main last word…
You are still that forbidden fruit…
Today… as yesterday…just say no…
You word… is the word…it's true…
That kitty kyat belongs to… you…YOURSssssss
Habibti…Arabic
(حبيبتي)
Grammar: word; feminine;
When a person wishes to say 'my dear' or 'my beloved' to a woman,
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Our Past Our future
My heart is filled with…
The bitter sweetness of…
My past…our past…
I want to change the way…
I smile…
At me and my past…our past
There are things I must…
Not forget as well as…
Forget…
I am a queen from…
My motherland…
Which I am separated from…
And yet…
I am still a queen…your queen
Still the gift…
My respect shell stand…
Know that my black man…
Your hands belong not…
On me in an abusive way…
Loving me is okay…
God created us…
You an I…
For each other…
To respect, love, and built up
One another…
The whole world is our…
Play ground…our living room
Together we are the next…
Ship to the moon…
We are history…
In the making…
My love for you…
Powers me in many ways…
And yet., .
Your disrespect warns me not…
What am I to do…
You can’t keep driving over my foot…
And expect for me…
Not to respond…
I am queen…
Your queen…
And has been from the beginning…
You my dear black male…
Must work on your respect…
Toward me…
For I am you…
I live for you…
I educate myself for you…
You must work to keep…
Me happy…
Respect of me is your first job…
Know that…
And keep me in your bed…
Forget that and we …
WE are DEAD…
Whiseprkwane
[email protected]
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Prize
As queen you have been giving…
A set of characteristics…
Which set you apart…
In your soul, mind and heart…
Your body designed…within a great…
MIND…
Your heart is like the universe…
Having no end…
How on you…can man sin…
You who are the bees nectar…
The roots of plants…
You are woman…That mighty oak…
A bridge over trouble waters…
A GOD sent…
A precious creation…as is man…
But, you stand out…
Giving birth and all…
Having a warm cave of entry…
Tasteful…if need be… :)
You are man's paradise here on this earth…
Why can't (man) see your worth…
And never abuse but consciously respect…
You as the woman GOD…
Gave to man to make man…
A man among men…
Woman…I…LOVE…YOU…
Whisperkwane@gma il.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Respect...
I respect, another mans religion, or color or creed.
I respect, and follow, the will of my maker.
I respect, the truth, no matter how unpopular.
I respect, a good work ethic.
I respect, the values on which this country was founded.
I respect, those who would champion the under privileged.
I respect, those of differences, who seek common ground.
I respect, the concept of monogamy.
I respect, those faithful to principal.
I respect, change, that is for the better.
I respect, an honest days work.
I respect, the great talents of the entertainment world.
I respect, thought provoking works, of the written word.
I respect, the unquenchable thirst of creativity.
I respect, the farmers and workers that toil in the field.
I respect, the good in man.
I respect, the virtue in woman.
I respect, the innocence of children.
I respect, the generosity of mankind.
Most of all...I respect the maker of
life and the love, that each of us
have within us.