Hotdog Without A Bun
Queen wake up…
Men know your buttons…
Years have taught them much…
But they use it not….
Disrespecting woman still…
The kitchen may be getting…
Smaller…
And your ego a little taller…
But the men who are still…
Little boys are still ballers…
Compromise not young queens…
You are all that in His dreams…
Fight for the respect which…
Is yours…
Put a gate around your sack…
What is a hotdog…
Without a bun…
Ah!
No fun…
Ladies you gather…
To chat…
Saying this and saying that…
But when things are over…
You wish for that four leaf cover…
For you know you are being…
Walked over…
You smile as if it does…
Not hurt…
Bullsh-
You are eating dirt…
And all the while he flirts…
But you are born strong…
Not wrong…
So hang in there…
Stop the compromise…
Get wise…
Cut from him those thighs…
Don’t look surprised…
You know where his ego lays…
Whisperkwane
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Let Him Know
Ladies,
We are all we have…
Pulling ourselves up…
Holding each others hand…
Lending that shoulder…
Yes! We are getting…
Boulder…mmm…
Maybe just a little colder…
We need love…
But mainly respect…
Which contains love…
In that…put us above…
We love the man…
Who can truly stand…
Not relying on credit…
Or debit…
But believing in us…the woman…
Respect has but one way…
We deserve it each and everyday…
Queen…in or out of the dreams…
Of man…
Men should never abuse women…
There queen…or any one else…
Strong and intelligent…
There is no reason why…
Any abuse…
For I am (we are) stars…
In our own rite…
We…give the world light…
So keep us in your sight…
Plan wonderful things for us…
Love and cherish us…
Laugh and play with us…
Show us love…
We are not hard to deal with…
Just sometimes you don’t…know
When to quit…
We are your mothers…and
Your sister not your brothers…
We are yours…
Sweet and kind…
Your woman…
A God divine…
Help watch over us…
And… what we should have…
Help us…help…you…
Together we are strong…
Much… can never go wrong…
For we as one…
Are mightier…then…
A winded sea…
God has blessed both…
Of us…
With me…
Whisperkwane
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
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Stymied
Precarious concerning an affair…
It’s not love but a dare…
Lacking confidence in self…
Stand up if nothing else…
Rise toward your inner beauty…
As God’s creation…
It is your duty…
Be not, unstable in love…
First love…is of self…
A queen awaits you…
A throne for which…
You are over due…
Respect is your hue…
Start yourself anew…
Curb your sexual desire…
Man cause you fire…
Smile…
Let the female from within…
Rule and school…
What you can’t understand…
Only you…can make you…
Not some disrespect…
Be a wise queen…
Man shall treat what he respects…
It must always be…WOMAN…
Whisperkwane 01 04 2010
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Touche
Wow! Your mate…
Your partner…
That queen whom you share…
With God…
You ever think…how she…
Is every woman…
Her dress and or style…
Has you see many…
Women in her…
As to relate too…
She is a little “Ruth”
She is a little “Esther”
She is a little…jazabel…
(lol…for your eyes only)
There is a little of “Diane“…
And a whole lot of “Mary”…
Then queen Claudia surface…
I need never be…lonely
Or want for anything…
For my queen is the woman of my dreams…
Whisperkwane
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Concentrate
My dear sisters…
Who are queens…
Never, never, stop your dreams…
Concentrate on you…
For there is a queen…
Within begging to be set free…
Have a mysterious kind of…
Obsession for yourself…
Let your self-esteem penetrate…
Your whole being…
For you may…
Just may…
Be out your league…
For most guys…
Who can't realize you are wise…
You need to know…
That a wild heart can…
Be broken…
So therefore become the…
Token…
Put aside the b.s. and joking…
Your future you cannot…
Be choking…
You are by far…
A better woman then you were…
Yesterday…
This new time is right…
There is a new president in town…
Just think…
The world is changing…
And you know you are a queen…
This is that moment…
Give your wings room…
To fly…
So what, he is cute…
And he winked at you…
Ask yourself this…
Is he really ready…
For a queen (woman) …
Who can fly…
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The Right Thing
Doing what is right
As oppose to what seems right
Gives one insight
Life secrets do a woman hold
Manufactured deep from in her soul
A long distance race she does run
Working until there is no sun
Decapitation of her natural fun
An undertanding of why a woman runs
Woman is so debonair
A reason for the whole world to care
Woman...
Created not as a catastrophe
Woman...
Created as a structure free
For man that is the best of he.
The gift(woman) , with mature delight
Adds insight to mans plight.
Woman is for man a great joy/not toy.
Man has hindered his`gift` long enough.
Man made woman's beginnings rough
Treating woman as an enterprise
As he ran unconcern through her thighs.
Now, where on earth would man be
If you, woman were as half as wrong as he?
Doing what is right,
As oppose to what seems right...
Keep man ffom being honest both
Day and night.
Today man has open his eyes
Now he works at it...
And respect those thighs...
Doing the right thing.
whisperkwane
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Hide and go get It
Ladies! Ladies!
The male steel is in your world
Private and otherwise...
Once at the tender age
The male steel to you was like sage
A strong big pleasant scent, so plesant in fact
As that young woman you just had to re-act.
And from that day forth was a new road,
A new idea and a new feeling.
Yes! steel for the will...
The 'man trap' and woman's thrill.
Roll-Back the tape...
A woman has that which infatuates, intimidates and in most cases
still carry horns...
She has been name a pollard now and as men we know
There are no horns? ? ? ? ? or don't we?
So why do we show so much fear...
When the horn-less is near?
Speaking for me and me only....
I fear regulation and control of an affair
Out of thin air...
Speak of being 'shang-hai-ed'...That female gold mine
She will take you a trip through time...
Everytime and back again.
You need not ask how, why or when
Once you are in your adventure begins...
So my young brotheren be wise
Very wise when it comes to 'The Queen and her thighs'
Remember Adam always....you can't blame someone for what you
Truly know to be fact....and Adam knew for a fact...
Where that rule was at...
Yes! Eve's thighs to apply...and poor Adam could not deny.
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Precarious
Why must I search…
For love or emotional concern…
I treat others like myself…
Fear of falling from high…
Above…
Feet not grounded…
Yes…I am bounded…
To jester…
And strong attitude…
Weak in respect…
All tantamount to failure…
So…I depend on pleasure…
And why not…
It is the zenith of my day…
I am not okay…
Because I am in that way…
Lacking in stability…
As dangerous as it maybe…
Why must I search…
Are…the compliments so…
I can be bed…
And not wed…
Many nice things are said…
And demonstrated as true…
So…why am I so blue…
In my mirror I see smiles…
Thinking I have a foot hold…
On life…
But as yet…
I am not a wife…beep, beep.
And I rush for my date…
Whisperkwane
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I'ma Queen
In as deep, deep sleep...
But yet woke...
Surrounded by beauty...
That gift, that woman...
Gods creation...
Queens a plenty...
Woman...there are not many...
Coming of age at a...
Young age...
Sharing all the world...
And its rage...
Doing her part on stage...
Born to be wrap in silk...
Queen-mother in her own rite...
Poor she is not...
Inner riches help to...
Deter the plots...
Cots made a wonderful...
Lay for pay...
A soul enlaced with beauty...
A wild seed...there were many...
Time give view to her real duties...
Duties of self...esteem...
Self...worth...
Self, self, self...
Is there nothing else?
Inward tears flow forward...
Smiles become frowns...
And back again...
And the queen within...
Wins...
Sun and rain together...
Allows the flower...
To grow...
Grow my pretty...grow...
Fly...
whisperkwane
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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…
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No Cover Up
Ladies truth is about the proper…
Perspective on a turn of events…
No cover up…
Seeing what you think you…(see) …
Is not truth…
But a look into the truth…
No cover up…
The more light or understanding…
The purer the truth…
Don't get cocky…
Be profound…
Be inbound with yourself…
Be come the (right to flight) …
Be seen as the queen…
You are the queen…
Don't let it be just a dream…
No cover up…
Let the turn of events ring true…
You are the who…
The what and where…
You never need to be blue…
A real queen grows through you…
So be the light house of womanhood…
Deep inside you are properly…(created good) …
No cover up…
A wiser woman, is withstanding…
Not demanding…
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Abused and Not Know
Planning your life…
Concerning another…
Ain’t that a mother…
That person whom you…
Think you know…
In and out of your life…
No other place to go…
Being pulled by the wind…
Over and over…
Again and again…
The word…is out…
You are like a mother…
Hen…but yeah…
Marriage would make you…
His kin…say again…
Just another way to sin…
For your blending in…
Today…
Which is still a trend…
Jumping the broom…
No matter what name…
Abuse is a damn shame…
Planning your life…
And trying to keep some spice…
How wrong is nice…
How right is wrong…
Abuse is strong…
Crying or singing…
A song…
Do you really know the person…
For which…you wish…to share…
Damn…I do declare…
Is it to me…
Am I fair…
“I’m in love I don’t care”
I won’t listen to hear-say…
I won’t let my heart run-away…
In my life I want him to stay…
Not really concerned about his play…
I think…with…me…
It’s okay…
I have closed the mouth…
Of my woman inside…
Maybe I don’t have any pride…
Planning…and waiting…
Waiting and planning…
Whisperkwane
swtlamb@yaho o.com
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A Lemon To Ade
Dignity verse the woman...
An un-respect-ful man...
Would love you to be...
Because of that inner woman...
You have...he cannot see...
Hear or evening feel...
His being in 'charge'...
Is his only thrill...
But woman you are real...
A Steal...
And should be stolen...
You are that woman...
The woman which is golden...
So who rides your train...
From you they must be choosen...
Sweet or unsweet...
You are always drinkable...
whisperkwane
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Leading Figure
A woman well rounded…
Not conceited but grounded…
Angel or hell sounded…
A protagonist by any means…
Sweet and gentle…
Outward it seems…
A man needs to know…
With respect…
There is no to and fro…
So with her you most flow…
She is not insane…
As you to know…
Just a woman on the go…
Treated as the woman she is…
Allows mans kindness…
To go along way…
Conversation is good…
If you know when and how…
To bring the hood…
Her and abuse don’t get along…
And man…
You can’t talk no sh-…
For if you are a fake…
Alone you will wake…
She yarns (sensibility) …
It shows a different quality…
For the man she seeks…
Now that she is at her peak…
For there is nothing she…
Would not do…
For the man she can call…
Boo…
The gentle Lion must be felt…
And not physically dealt…
Not a roar…
But his…
Whisper…
Peace and understanding…
Keeps her strong…
Now…guys in who’s…
Arms do you belong…
Whisperkwane
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Seeing I
Your sweet scent…
Covers me…
Head to toe…
Without you…
I just don’t know…
Your scent…
Like the rising Sun…
Without your love…
Where would I run…
Like your mood…Things within me grow…
Forward and back again…
Your sweet scent has no end…
I could not take …
The pain …
If I could never see…
You again…
Rise my sweet beauty…
Let us share our duties…
Let me fly under your wing…
And look upon the earth…
From which we came…
And came…
whisperkwane
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You Dont Have To Be Old To Be Wise
Ive had enough of being programmed
And told what I ought to do
Lets get one thing straight
Ill choose my fate
And its got nothing to do with you
The years are flying by and its time I got high
Took a sample of the good things in life
This is a chance
Im gonna take
Gonna kick out trouble and strife
I grow sick and tired of the same old lies
Might look a little young
So whats wrong
You dont have to be old to be wise
No I dont care that the people stare
Accuse me of going mad
Just get a long hard look into the mirror
Then, tell me now whos been had
The way things are going I wont get to show em
Go single all the times up to me
So its off with the ties
No compromise
Wanna taste what its like to be free
I grow sick and tired of the same old lies
Might look a little young
So whats wrong
You dont have to be old to be wise
I grow sick and tired of the same old lies
Might look a little young
So whats wrong
You dont have to be old to be wise
Alright, Im gonna gather my things
Go through the door
Live and let live from now on
At last a free hand, no longer pre-planned
I got a will of my own
I go as I please
Fend for myself
Pull all the stops, throw the dice
Out on my own, gonna go it alone
When I need it
Then Ill ask for advice
You dont have to be old to be wise
You dont have to be old to be wise
You dont have to be old to be wise
You dont have to be old to be wise
You dont have to be old to be wise
You dont have to be old to be wise
You dont have to be old to be wise
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Supersonic Woman 21st Century
All knowing...
All showing...
All that she can be...
Woman of the 21st century...
Hunted by her past...A past that could not last...
She views...skyward...
Advanced from within...
Herself...
Queen in a 'Mans World'...
She is now woman...
Not a little girl...
But a woman to be...
Reckon with...
Taking no more sh-...
She rises...a queen comes in all...
Shapes and sizes...
Freedom...Wisdom...
Knocking and begging...
To get in...
Can't live her past again...
She whispers to her inner voice...
Thinking there is no choice...
Inners smile...
Saying complete...this journey...
Complete me...
Woman of the 21st...
Century...
marked past events...
And better because of it...
whisperkwane
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The Seven Years
My disagreements are of....
My own choice...
And i remember God said...
'obey the laws of the land
which you live, un less it interfer with my works'
'No man knows the land which he
will die'
When men disrespect what...
God has created...
His/her choice is there own...
But disrespectful...none the less...
We as a people must learn...
To live among that which...
God has created...we as human...
Kind are over every living thing...
Upon this earth...
And we must protect those which...
Live in this world...
Man, b oy, woman or girl...
Without respect time has no meaning...
Then sin would be useless...
And the only sane thing would...
Be love all things...
Save the world...
As wise as we are...we...
Have no respect for life..
Trees or grass...
Air or water...
Do we dare...? do we...
Can we...love and respect...
Each other...
Can we?
Woman are the hope of this world...
You can see it in them when..
They are little girls...
As women... we miss them...
As mothers... we love them...
As a person we should respect them...
No matter what the peer presure...
whisperkwane
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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
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The 'morality of compromise' sounds contradictory. Compromise is usually a sign of weakness, or an admission of defeat. Strong men don't compromise, it is said, and principles should never be compromised.
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