Poems (34,411)

1.

This woman had went out of her way to make something
out of herself.

2. For hundreds and hundreds of years in the United States,
American Men had always had a secret career called laziness,
that's why they had slaves to do their work for them.

3. This woman chose not to join the ranks of men that love laziness
as a secret career.

4. And I still run into a number of men that have made laziness
as their continued secret career.
This class of men before they had graduated from their educational
public school, they were in a hurry for it to end.
Once their educational public schooling was over with for them,
their mentality about anymore schooling,
I had asked a number of them a question "if given another time and chance
to go back to school to make something out of yourself,
that wasn't available and offered to you when you were in school,
would you go back and make that something out of what you can be?"
This is what they all had told me, "The hell with school I'm finished
with-it and I don't want any more of it!"
"I'm not wasting anymore of my time kissing up to
to going to anymore school classes, it was the most
boring thing I had to do!"
I said, "Ok, if you would rather put your(Psalms 38:5)foolishness to work for you
instead of putting your already learned education
to work for you, then that's your choice."

2.

When a woman's heart is set to what she has chosen to do
and her mind is made-up,
this means she will push any and everybody out of her way,
just so she can feel herself that day she's been fighting for
to come to completion as in graduation
to be able to see herself walk into her own hopes and dreams.
These kind of women will never give-up!

3.
In this sport she had trained in she had lost her fear over men
in other words she won't allow any males put her in that
fear factor box,
that mentality that men treasure so much over women.
Like a mouse will run from a cat
she won't run away from a man,
after kicking as the rock puts it -
"after kicking their candy-asses,
she will walk away not run away from a fight,
and if they haven't had enough,
she will turn around and go kick their candy-asses again!"
This woman is no Coward!

4. This is no joke!
The Gospel Saves The Soul
and Self-Defense Saves The Body.
Mother and Father's teenage girls
and you grown-up daughters,
this is only going to get worse.
Here's some past proof of evidence:

5. Your Mother and Father aren't going to be alive forever,
after they're gone who's going to protect you then?
I don't care if you're a rich girl
or a commoner or a peasant girl.
These Serial-Rapists seem to know who has self-defense
training and who hasn't been trained.



We have in the United States four classes of men;
The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly And The Monsters.
The right kind of religion teaches the male how to learn
how to keep his hands to himself.
Isn't that what you women want?




Even the Commander and Chief of Heaven
he to is against rape.
(2 Samuel 13:14 King James Version)
This Original First Printed Bible In The 1500's
mentions the word "FORCED."

Within a forest in a glade,
Is Nature's finest green brocade,
It's nestled by a secret stream,
Inside the mirror of a dream.

If I should pause, to change direction,
Go to that place of soft reflection,
To sit beneath a sylvan bower,
Some dappled, sun splashed, shady hour,


A sacred glen, where Nature's free,
And shadows weave a tracery,
That laces through this hidden dell,
Where is that place? - I shall not tell.

In this green forest filled with trees,
Birds singing in their canopies,
Life is filled with extant power,
From trembling leaf to tip of flower,

Sun shining on a cloudless day,
Give me peace from the world's dismay,
To think a while in solitude,
An unspoiled place of rectitude,

I wish now for some sweet release,
And hope this song may never cease,
Within that wild and ancient glade,
Where lyrebirds sing in serenade,

In every leaf of every branch,
A gentle breeze will make them dance,
It's nestled by a secret stream,
My blissful sweet poetic dream.




© lovecanbereal

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Now touching on this isolation writing
I touch it now I am the daylight fighting.

This winter's day of clouds grey overcast
To wait a week or two just to outlast.

I've found something that I could not say
Favor romance on a dismal day.

Something in my heart becomes uncertain
I wish that I could be a better person.

I think of my soul and its incarnations
I think of drugs debasing kids and nations.

I think about my lost Arcadian dream -
My consciousness just currents down a stream.

I wish that I could find my better half
In this waiting game that is my life.




© lovecanbereal
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Even though I've lived through my own lot ...
Tried, loved ... and lost several times,
though broken down ... but irreparably not ...

And yet , it amazes me still ,
at this my age ...
Seeing your pectorals wiggle,
my eyes just can't disengage ...
Can't help but let out some involuntary giggle
like I would have done
when I was decades younger and single ...

Still, I'm glad there remains
a bit of that girlish naivity that shows ...
Not hardened and embittered,
but can still with candidness
curl up my toes ...

Perhaps it contributes
to not really looking my age,
who knows ...?
I'm just somewhat glad I can laugh silly
and not worried that it shows ....

No roses for Ray,
but that's ok.
As long as it's sunny,
Am healthy and pray
Can walk the Kaiser.

Everything's good,
Everything's fine.
Though i miss Inna
But, she's not mine.

Ah well, still i say .....
Happy Valentine day.

In your journey down the hall,
Please wish me softly a goodnight call,
And as you close the bedroom door,
Gently, please, don't make it roar.

For as my eyelids slowly close,
I feel myself drift to repose,
And I begin to dream once more,
Of children's laughter I adore.

I miss them dearly as they played,
Their happiness, it never strayed,
They made me smile, they made me see,
The joy that comes from being free.

I loved to care for them each day,
To cherish them in every way,
To watch them grow, it was a sight,
But now they're angels in the night.

Among the stars they softly roam,
Guiding me through life's unknown,
Even through the darkest night,
They're angels now, among the light.

And I hope dearly, for someday,
We'll meet again, in some small way,
And then no one will say goodbye,
For none of us will ever fly

Sting my heart
Come to me
Take your rightful part
Eyes that see

Sting me slow
Pour love
Over me in innocence
The kind of
Pureness that is deep

Sting me now
With love’s pleasure
Show me how
To accept the treasure

Sting me with
Your intense secrets
Soft myths
In romantic sweetness

Sting my soul
With Mars passion
Take control
Fill me with pleasure

Sting me
Feel the intensity
So free
Let it come and be

Sting me
With
Your love
Wrapped in amenity

Sting me
For
Eternity

© J Anjoun

Don’t say that time has come for you to go,
How could you say, “We’ve never made it right”?!
And now since our love has made you strong
You say that it is time for us to part, how come?!
You’re looking far ahead for new horizons,
You say I've pinioned your wings so long, till now,
So that you shouldn’t look for greener pastures,
So that you'd dream abandon for this meager love.
How could you love regard in such a light?!
How could you love and dedication ever doubt?!
Some time your only stronghold was our love,
Now that you're free our love no longer counts.
Oh when in love don’t ever hope it is long run,
Love will mature in its course, then duly die.

You’re looking in the sky
With questions left unanswered.
All that you need right now is hearken your heart.
The world is full of pain…
The city’s unfamiliar – half-step to freedom.
All that was once in past - let go,
Half-word to dearness…

World would be freezing, but for men like you,
World would be freezing, but for men like you.

And destiny in wind as twig will tap on pane,
And say: I am with you, your love I now sing.
And voice will be so clear. Who is to make it brilliant
This day, who else but you, with whom else but with me…

World would be freezing, but for men like you,
World would be freezing, but for men like you.

You didn't grow into you by mistake,
You took years, you cried the tears,
You played your part, from your heart,
And all of what you did was only just you,
All of what you will be, will be you too,
Strange but true, you created, you dictated,
There's no one to blame, it was AND WILL
ALWAYS BE ONLY YOU!