And she thinks.. What if they knew? Those who pass by do not notice her,nor do they capture the knowing look in her deep blue eyes.. The unwary stranger is oblivous to the cheeks that had become a stream of tears..tears that burned qa thousand heart breaks from her now wrinkled brow.. The make-up is a bit smudged Only the soil from her garden flowers provide the embellishment on her world weary face But she remembers her younger days She remembers when her long fingers and polished nails could melt him with a touch.. She remembers.. When she could unbutton that black silk blouse and any would be observer would truly know the fires of the female mystique.. But alas..she must content herself with pruning the spring roses.. Yet there is still fire in her breasts-
Good write Cafe , enjoyed....thank you for sharing
morgen90210singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeFeb 7, 2013
wow this is vintage best
rapturecapturekerry, Kerry IrelandFeb 7, 2013
Hi Cafe I am much too young to comment on such a matter...lol Wonderful poem,lovely read,enjoyed the beauty in your words
LadyMorgana60Norwich, Norfolk, England UKFeb 7, 2013
so how old is old? and how young is young?
May the fire burn eternal in us all!
Though on another note Cafe.. a touching poem on "What Older women think" Enjoyed with thanks..
SkymoreRiga, LatviaFeb 7, 2013
The older women, Just like me , Take off the coats You , males , like wear In fear to catch a wintry cold ; Take off the shoes, Take off all stuff, That keep them warm ....
.... to walk through snow ...
... to dance with snowflakes , twine with wind ; ... to feel the life above , around ... ... to sense the world .... enjoy the sense ...
* * * You are as old , As old you feel !
Sky . Cheers !
paloma66Manukau, Auckland New ZealandFeb 7, 2013
Excellenc elo!!!
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAFeb 7, 2013
ty fjames. thanks much my friend..
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAFeb 7, 2013
ty morgen..thanks my talented friend..
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAFeb 7, 2013
ty mcradloff.. I have no idea what you just said, but whatever sweater puppets are it sounds like a great title for a Steven King thriller. lol. thanks bro..
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAFeb 7, 2013
ty beautifulyou.. Yes, sweet, you are one more young maiden who is up way past her bed time. In time you may qualify to comment..lol
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAFeb 7, 2013
ty Ladymorgana..I'm much to young to comment on such difficult matters. I'm taking the fifth..lol
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAFeb 7, 2013
ty skymore.. No defense needed darling. My poem isn't about numbers per se, but a lightheadted rememering of things past..
rapturecapturekerry, Kerry IrelandFeb 7, 2013
Nice one cafe love your Wit I need my milk and cookies?... Thanks for letting that one slide...
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAFeb 7, 2013
ty capture.. Depriving a maiden of her milk and cookies would taint a knights valor..We are sworn to a higher code of conduct..Your case falls under the cookie amendment..Artical 5 Section 8. 'Thou shall not plunder a maidens nigbt time snacks..lol
Hi, cafetwo2010, ...alas..she must content herself with pruning the spring roses.. What a quaint way to refer to all of those young men sweating from the heat of her eternal, internal fire.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAFeb 7, 2013
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Wonderful poem,lovely read,enjoyed the beauty in your words
May the fire burn eternal in us all!
Though on another note Cafe.. a touching poem on "What Older women think" Enjoyed with thanks..
Just like me ,
Take off the coats
You , males , like wear
In fear to catch a wintry cold ;
Take off the shoes,
Take off all stuff,
That keep them warm ....
.... to walk through snow ...
... to dance with snowflakes ,
twine with wind ;
... to feel the life
above , around ...
... to sense the world
.... enjoy the sense ...
* * *
You are as old ,
As old you feel !
Sky . Cheers !
said, but whatever sweater puppets are it
sounds like a great title for a Steven King
thriller. lol. thanks bro..
maiden who is up way past her bed time. In time you
may qualify to comment..lol
on such difficult matters. I'm taking the fifth..lol
isn't about numbers per se, but a lightheadted
rememering of things past..
I need my milk and cookies?... Thanks for letting that one slide...
would taint a knights valor..We are sworn to a higher
code of conduct..Your case falls under the cookie
amendment..Artical 5 Section 8. 'Thou shall not
plunder a maidens nigbt time snacks..lol
...alas..she must content herself with pruning the spring roses.. What a quaint way to refer to all of those young men sweating from the heat of her eternal, internal fire.