(Copywright 2006 Richard A. Krebes. Any reproduction of all or part of this poem without permission is not permitted and liable for punishment to the full extent of copywright law).
Back in the innocent days of youth My mind would always go all ahoo* Whenever a beautiful woman came into my view They always flabbergasted me let me tell you.
They always seemed so divine Like angels come down from the sky Feelings that over time Have stayed in this heart of mine.
How deep are my feelings About this most glorious being? Then permit me to express them sincerely In this work of poetry.
She looks so shining bright Like a dazzling bit of paradise I admire how pretty is her hair And how she wears it with such flair.
She can be as glorious as a clear sunny sky She has a shy flirtatious light that often dances in her eyes Making many a man’s heart such as mine Pound fast deep inside.
Although it is hard to be around her When I am seeing my hopes doomed By another man’s affection Or her cold rejection of me.
Although she can be as elusive as lighting As she plays hard to get with me Or reacts to my kindness by being cruel Oh beautiful woman I still stay sweet on you.**
And I think you look radiant In any form of dress That you possess more graceful elegance Than even the famous Orient Express.
You have Helen of Troy’s face A face that would make me travel far away Setting off on a one man modern day Iliad To free you from a vile enemy’s hands.
When a group of beautiful women are gathered talking Enjoying their informal social gathering Gossiping giggling and whispering To me they look like an angel’s gathering.
Whenever I am near beautiful woman I try not to act like an awkward buffoon Because her sweetness is so distracting I feel like such an innocent fool.
But I know deep in this heart of mine A beautiful woman can make a mother so fine Whenever a child is destined to enter her life That is the most important thing to me about woman so divine.
That is how deep are my feelings About this most glorious being That I’ve expressed sincerely Here in this work of poetry.
The End
* “Ahoo” is early Nineteenth century Royal Navy slang for “Disarray.” ** “Sweet on” is an early Nineteenth century way of saying “Have a crush on”, or “Find attractive.”
Poem Notes
Women have been the subject of romantic poetry and songs for centuries, and rightly so. The challenge for me was to come up with something original, something that wasn’t overly syrupy or cliched, that above all was straight from my heart. So in the name of that I composed this poem “warts and all”, noting the things that frustrate me about women (frustrations I share with any other man), but made sure to not slew off too deeply into because despite their foibles, as I or any other man can attest, women are indeed all that they are extolled to be in works such as this. On another note, I have yet to read a poem about women where their qualities as mothers is extolled along with their beauty. Hence the stanza about that. I once saw a watercolor entitled Mother And Child. Showing a mom and her child together on an outing by the sea. It summed up perfectly to me the bond between a mother and her child, which is so beautiful to me, because one of my life’s blessings has been having a good mom. In closing, “Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more; Men were deceivers ever”, goes a line in William Shakespeare’s play Much Ado About Nothing. My reply to that is that may be true for some of us men, Willy, but there are guys like me who value being honest with the ladies -and eloquence when us poetic types express our thoughts about them in our poetry.
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It seems no matter where I turn There is a woman nursing a deep anger Fed by a bitter old hurt so hideous Cursing her with an emotional disease very insidious.
No matter how gorgeous she is The perfect picture of glorious loveliness The bitterness trapped deep inside Makes her distrust any man who meets her eye.
Hey when I come up to you Don’t act like I am your impending doom For I am not the one who Inflicted upon you those deep wounds.
I know it was your own private Massacre at Malmedy* That other man’s deceptions, lies, and iniquities Or tremendous raging jealousies and cruelties But I tell you dear pretty lady that man was not me.
Are you going to keep on rejecting Nice kind men left and right Because of another you despise From the past part of your life?
Or will you keep on tolerating and returning To insufferable miserable men most irritating They whom towards you are intent not on loving But only on emotionally gouging and hurting?
You possess too much inner and outer beauty To drown in a sea of bitterness and self pity Cleanse the demon seed from deep inside That doubt and anger that within you resides.
To yourself you were or are still being so unfair Oh beautiful woman so sweet and fair With the bright shining eyes and the angels hair So stop all that self destructive behavior right there.
You make anyone want to stop and cry Out “Stop wasting your life over that sad time!” You who can be so shining bright a light Even when the clouds dim the sun in the sky.
The End
*Author’s note: Malmedy (pronounced MAL-me-Dee) is a town in Belgium, outside which in a field by a road took place a notorious massacre of American POW’s during WWII. An event recently depicted in the film Saints And Soldiers. - R.K.
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Poem: To Beautiful Woman
To Beautiful WomanBy Richard Krebes
(Copywright 2006 Richard A. Krebes. Any reproduction of all or part of this poem without permission is not permitted and liable for punishment to the full extent of copywright law).
Back in the innocent days of youth
My mind would always go all ahoo*
Whenever a beautiful woman came into my view
They always flabbergasted me let me tell you.
They always seemed so divine
Like angels come down from the sky
Feelings that over time
Have stayed in this heart of mine.
How deep are my feelings
About this most glorious being?
Then permit me to express them sincerely
In this work of poetry.
She looks so shining bright
Like a dazzling bit of paradise
I admire how pretty is her hair
And how she wears it with such flair.
She can be as glorious as a clear sunny sky
She has a shy flirtatious light that often dances in her eyes
Making many a man’s heart such as mine
Pound fast deep inside.
Although it is hard to be around her
When I am seeing my hopes doomed
By another man’s affection
Or her cold rejection of me.
Although she can be as elusive as lighting
As she plays hard to get with me
Or reacts to my kindness by being cruel
Oh beautiful woman I still stay sweet on you.**
And I think you look radiant
In any form of dress
That you possess more graceful elegance
Than even the famous Orient Express.
You have Helen of Troy’s face
A face that would make me travel far away
Setting off on a one man modern day Iliad
To free you from a vile enemy’s hands.
When a group of beautiful women are gathered talking
Enjoying their informal social gathering
Gossiping giggling and whispering
To me they look like an angel’s gathering.
Whenever I am near beautiful woman
I try not to act like an awkward buffoon
Because her sweetness is so distracting
I feel like such an innocent fool.
But I know deep in this heart of mine
A beautiful woman can make a mother so fine
Whenever a child is destined to enter her life
That is the most important thing to me about woman so divine.
That is how deep are my feelings
About this most glorious being
That I’ve expressed sincerely
Here in this work of poetry.
The End
* “Ahoo” is early Nineteenth century Royal Navy slang for “Disarray.”
** “Sweet on” is an early Nineteenth century way of saying “Have a crush on”, or “Find attractive.”
Poem Notes
Women have been the subject of romantic poetry and songs for centuries, and rightly so.
The challenge for me was to come up with something original, something that wasn’t overly syrupy or cliched, that above all was straight from my heart.
So in the name of that I composed this poem “warts and all”, noting the things that frustrate me about women (frustrations I share with any other man), but made sure to not slew off too deeply into because despite their foibles, as I or any other man can attest, women are indeed all that they are extolled to be in works such as this.
On another note, I have yet to read a poem about women where their qualities as mothers is extolled along with their beauty.
Hence the stanza about that.
I once saw a watercolor entitled Mother And Child. Showing a mom and her child together on an outing by the sea.
It summed up perfectly to me the bond between a mother and her child, which is so beautiful to me,
because one of my life’s blessings has been having a good mom.
In closing, “Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more; Men were deceivers ever”, goes a line in William Shakespeare’s play Much Ado About Nothing.
My reply to that is that may be true for some of us men, Willy, but there are guys like me who value being honest with the ladies -and eloquence when us poetic types express our thoughts about them in our poetry.
-R.K.