Womens Republic

A war torn country
much like the interior
of the uterus

man wishes to control
to conquer
claim ownership

invading territories
first land, then oceans
seamen rush in

after all is done
who has the choice
but her

to share
to keep
or to destroy.....


I always laugh when I hear
a man say to a woman, "you
can't make it without me" the
truth is, a man can't be made
without a woman....peace

Spoiled Gift

a child
a gift from GOD
a flower from heaven
needing nourishment everyday
we have tainted the soil
killed the root
they die.....


Eintou (ngusa Saba)
African American style Poetry
FORMAT
2 words/syllables
4
6
8
6
4
2 "

perception's angle

^the wording in this is absolutely divine, know what an angler is...lol, nice touch, hook, line and thinker.....

one should never be, where other expect them to be, it takes the mystery out of life itself.....now where am I, stuck somewhere between this write and the next one....have a great holiday.

for Mine to only fell

^should this be "fall", or maybe I'm reading it wrong...in either case, short, powerful and gripping

no, I actually want to experience such, far too many have written of it, blindly I might add.....enjoyed the thoughts of this......

Bittersweet

I've tried to remain free
from the sweet scent of ecstacy
however love is all too powerful
even for the likes of me

abandonement caused bitter tears
sufficed through so many years
sworn never to love again
but rather hide within my fears

but age has a distinct way
to allow old wounds to lay
dormant and silent
so that the child may play

she loves me, she loves me not
while contemplating what I've got
along with what could have been lost
had my heart continued to rot.....

Rubaiyat, Persian poetry format
where the first second and fourth line rhyme, in a four line stanza poem

liked the ending metaphor...welcome, nicely done

always a pleasure to read the abstract you perform so well...

age old argument, do animals have souls, ha we have to ask, we're at the top of the ANIMAL world....nicely done.

question though, do you feel comfortable with fragmenting sentences

Beautiful sentiments, may you and your have a wonderful holiday as well.

I wish I too could have answered these questions....about myself.....a long long time ago....maybe my life wouldn't have been so dysfunctional.......an awesome self reflective write, much enjoyed.

loved the correlation, the strongest point of a mass is its center, never strive to be accepted as a cling-on....enjoyed

take away the remedial fast food jobs, the remedial department store jobs and the unemployment rate is about 55%. Notice to america, what little money you have is now and gonna continuie to be sucked dry by higher taxes and the continual rising cost of basic daily needs, our economy is hanging on by a thread and will only get worse as the days pass, keep believing some savior is coming with a plan to save everything you've worked for, there's only one sure cure for all of this, take it back to the sixties and take this country back by force, before they sell off so much of it there won't be anything left to take back.....people are so gullible delving in the political realm when there's only one word to describe a politician....LIAR

mirrors don't cry nor do they lie, look past the reflection, oh and remember to wipe off the windex next time, it most oft gets confused with tears.

and yet the greatest tool in self help is a mirror, one can only offer compassion and support, the gist must come from within. There's strength in Numbers, count on those who care about you, start at the beginning, number 1. self

chin up, how else can the world see your lovely smile....very nicely expressed.

should be sent to Obama while he nestles in front of his warm fireplace, then a copy to Bush in texas on his cozy little ranch, then lay one at the foot of the statue of liberty so she can look down and cry "I never saw the word oil attached to freedom". Then we can send a copy to Iraq and afganistan, cuz after all aren't they fighting for freedom as well, freedom from us.

a lovely poem indeed and much respect for all those who think they are fighting for freedom, I guess we've all been hoodwinked a time or two in our lives.....

In life I have found only one thing that hurts more than a lie, sadly it seems to be the truth

Bob Shank,

Killing me softly

rose petaled hands caress infant cheeks
soothing echoes from memory speak
of whispered lullabys about the moon
while fragmented winds carried thy tune

a sound distorted
as time goes on
I ache to behold thee
but thou hast gone

my heart has grown bitter from such a loss
for what is christmas without the frost
we exchange the gift of life for death
lest we be thankful for another breath

yet the air is stale
and the stench is costly
my soul erodes
killing me softly.....

For her memory

which only mean you melt quicker...lmao

lol be careful Santa has been know to put many a filly over his knee, course that too could be a wish......ha ha

how bout chocolate..

^deliciously welcomed

every year I start a collection and every year my collection melts like an enamored heart...man can't someone make a permanent snowball....lmao

forced bliss

^troubling?...we so easily forget that while the holidays are joyous for many, they are also a time of sadness for many.....me, I eat cookies to soothe the pain...ha ha

enjoy the visit of family and cheer up or Santa won't let you sit on his lap....