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2007-10-10 11:45:45 by ۵ cat™ ۵ feels like purring

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Why is it that Men who are so lovey dovey while courting, so understanding, charming, caring, passionate, affectionate, loving, flexible, polite, humorous, life-of-the-party suddenly change couple of months into the marriage?

All their charming attributes goes puff!! Before marriage they kinda encourage their lady to take on the world, be career oriented, be trendy, chic and fashionable. After marriage - ?

What brings about this change? Marriage? Just by getting married everything changes? Just like that? So does the argument favor live-ins? Will romance be kept alive if the couple didn't marry?

Why does the woman suddenly appear to be from Venus after marriage? Till then she is the apple or diamond of his eye. His heart thuds and pounds the moment her thought flashes by. He continues to converse with her even in her absence. He understands and tunes in to her very soul. Then?

Not logical at all. Is it Men? Women? or the Institution of Marriage?

I don't think it is as an extreme as you state it (though I am a man), and simultaneously things change with the woman as well.

For those who hadn't lived together before, marriage means you are together a lot more so that you can see sides of your spouse that maybe are not as flattering. And also, one is not a guest in the other's house, but everything is ours.

I also think men and women, who do still love each other, unitentionally start turf wars early in a marriage - I think it is part HUMAN nature - not just men or women.

But overall, marriage isn't bad. Realities just set in.

2007-06-25 12:55:07 by Preacher

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Creole

O Woman, I look at your beauty
Your skin..... of ebony color
Moist with sweat, glittering much
Like silk, like velvet
Is to my masters touch.


I look at your body
The forms of your figure
So perfect, so fine....
Down to your hips
I see you all bare
I gaze and I mumble.....
I see you don't mind
My ill restrained trembling
My wondrous stare.


I look at your face
Your fine curved lips
And murmur your name....
Like Mother-of-Pearl
Unreal seems the shine
That fathomless shimmer
In your eyes
In the light
Of the flickering flame.


To the music you dance
Small beads of sweat
pearl down your face
For - the rhythm so throbbing
Had quickened its pace
You turn in closes circles
My senses are captured....
Ever so flowing
Your body is swaying
Moving with uttermost grace.


You woman, beautiful woman
Proud as you are....
You still are eluding
So innocent, simple
The way you do smile
The ring of your giggles
Like music your name.....
You really don't care
You do not feel shame.


But your expressions, gestures
I feel are conveying
Sweet secrets you
They tell without words
What cannot be told......
Your heart, ageless and free
It has touched my soul
I see - it is prone
I know it gave something
For not anymore
I feel so alone.


That night I was happy
One with the music
The Earth - your beautiful song
The fragrance of tropical flowers
The rhythmical stomping of feet
The heavy moist air
Vibrating to the drummers
All powerful beat.


From far off lands I came to you
A restless mind in youthful vigor
Woman of mysterious nature
That other part of mine......
To seek adventure, leave behind
The boredom, dead end routines
The fancy heaps of useless glitter!


One principle in pride pursued
The precious freedom I do treasure
Confronted by desire, pleasure....
I wonder how.... again is waning?
To share there is a price to pay -
And so is there for failing
Your woman's inborn magic art
Again this time it has subdued
Has overcome my shield and guard.


For untold lifetimes I am learning....
That painful search before and after
When passions rise from glowing embers
Then light up bright and die-off burning
Thus leaving puffs of hazy smoke
The cloudy nature of this yearning
That sting of sweet intoxication
Which.... flashy burst of wisdom hint
In moments of rare revelation
Between those states of sweetened weakness
Are nothing but the bitter fruit
Of falsified indoctrination
Created life...... imagination.


I suffered, learned, enriched my soul
Received what I could find
I found you on the way my friend
On which there is no end in time
.... In search of peace of mind.


O woman - knowing and so sure
As long as we are different
In body, mind (and) what drapes the soul
Unless we both are one
Against your charm there is no cure!


Sigi

That is a very good tribute to the beauty of woman; it also puts me in mind of "No Images" by Langston Hughes---a much shorter poem, but one that carries as deep a sentiment. If you've never read it, please check it out.

2007-05-27 09:24:44 by Sigi H

I accidently posted this under the wrong category - it should have been here.



Creole

O Woman, I look at your beauty
Your skin..... of ebony color
Moist with sweat, glittering much
Like silk, like velvet
Is to my masters touch.


I look at your body
The forms of your figure
So perfect, so fine....
Down to your hips
I see you all bare
I gaze and I mumble.....
I see you don't mind
My ill restrained trembling
My wondrous stare.


I look at your face
Your fine curved lips
And murmur your name....
Like Mother-of-Pearl
Unreal seems the shine
That fathomless shimmer
In your eyes
In the light
Of the flickering flame.


To the music you dance
Small beads of sweat
pearl down your face
For - the rhythm so throbbing
Had quickened its pace
You turn in closes circles
My senses are captured....
Ever so flowing
Your body is swaying
Moving with uttermost grace.


You woman, beautiful woman
Proud as you are....
You still are eluding
So innocent, simple
The way you do smile
The ring of your giggles
Like music your name.....
You really don't care
You do not feel shame.


But your expressions, gestures
I feel are conveying
Sweet secrets you
They tell without words
What cannot be told......
Your heart, ageless and free
It has touched my soul
I see - it is prone
I know it gave something
For not anymore
I feel so alone.


That night I was happy
One with the music
The Earth - your beautiful song
The fragrance of tropical flowers
The rhythmical stomping of feet
The heavy moist air
Vibrating to the drummers
All powerful beat.


From far off lands I came to you
A restless mind in youthful vigor
Woman of mysterious nature
That other part of mine......
To seek adventure, leave behind
The boredom, dead end routines
The fancy heaps of useless glitter!


One principle in pride pursued
The precious freedom I do treasure
Confronted by desire, pleasure....
I wonder how.... again is waning?
To share there is a price to pay -
And so is there for failing
Your woman's inborn magic art
Again this time it has subdued
Has overcome my shield and guard.


For untold lifetimes I am learning....
That painful search before and after
When passions rise from glowing embers
Then light up bright and die-off burning
Thus leaving puffs of hazy smoke
The cloudy nature of this yearning
That sting of sweet intoxication
Which.... flashy burst of wisdom hint
In moments of rare revelation
Between those states of sweetened weakness
Are nothing but the bitter fruit
Of falsified indoctrination
Created life...... imagination.


I suffered, learned, enriched my soul
Received what I could find
I found you on the way my friend
On which there is no end in time
.... In search of peace of mind.


O woman - knowing and so sure
As long as we are different
In body, mind (and) what drapes the soul
Unless we both are one
Against your charm there is no cure!


Sigi

Yes, I do prefer this one...except for (I am being negative again...), the last line! Which I think is a little clichéd, compared to what precedes ("what drapes the soul", which I really like).

2007-05-27 10:17:30 by Sigi H

Please tell me what you think of my new series of short fiction prose poems, thanks in advance :)

(these are meant to be random and strange and hopefully charming.)


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1. bigger than the sky.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?,” the teacher asked. The kids went around the room answering “Marine Biologist” and “Video Game Designer.” It came to Jude, and he answered quietly. “An angel.” The same answer he’d always given, for his 11 years of life. The other kids laughed at him now, they said angels weren’t real and maybe he could be the tooth fairy instead. Jude smiled sweetly, “There are 12 in the room right now.” His dark blue eyes glittered the whole way to the counselors office.
They found his body in the wreckage with his arms stretched to his sides like wings.


2. with a heart in nantucket.

“Pigeons are the loneliest animals.” She writes on page 392 of her chemistry book.
They peck around asking “who, who?”
‘I don’t know who.” she says, “but I’ll tell you if I find them.”


3. Humans have to sleep because their face would melt if they didn’t.
Their bones would disintegrate into a fine white powder like high grade cocaine and it would be sold in ounces on the street (you could snort your mother or cousin).


4. wishes spread weeds.


There was nothing between them at first. Maybe a piece of dust floating occasionally, like a white puff of a dandelion seed that your brother blew last summer and got in trouble; they spread weeds, your dad had said.
Gradually though, more grew between them. She knew how he felt when he looked at her a certain way, he began to memorize the number of gold flecks in her eyes when she squinted in the sun. She stopped shuffling her feet and looking away when he spoke to her.
He started telling her his dreams of migrating sparrows being electrocuted on telephone lines.


5. I tried to drown myself in the bathtub once.
From under the water music sounded beautiful, like a sunken orchestra. I opened my eyelids so something would be on them when they finally fluttered backwards. Glancing towards the cracked window, with its red orange light of the city outside, I noticed a tiny faded heart in one pane. My mother must have drawn in in the drops of steam that clung to the window that morning, like butterflies trying to escape. Tracing it with her finger, I wonder who she was thinking of.

6. The dead flies on the windowsill called my name.
They begged me to breathe warm air on them and bring them back to life.
“I’m not David Blaine. I’m not a street magician, or Jesus.” I said.
They said they understood and sat on their colorful backs, like puddles of oil in the street. They stayed there, staring at the frozen bricks and hazy street lights. Until, they disintegrated into tiny shells of bodies, their wings so beautiful and perfect you wanted to make earrings out of them. Then, they were gone. There is no fly Heaven or Hell. The have no inner conflict, they just exist to spread disease and make babies in the flesh of dead rabbits crushed in the asphalt.


7. If I swing on a tire does that make it a tire swing? If it was on fire would it be a fire swing?


8. The girl was so light in his arms.
He was afraid she might float away into the exploding sky so he gripped her bones tighter. He ran down the cobblestone streets, checking around the corners of buildings and columns before he continued running, but the were all empty. The trees rustled brokenly and the groaning in their trunks became the mournful song of that night he tries so hard to forget. He hears that song in his dreams now, amid the fragments of memory and blue. It plays on repeat, with the static of a well-worn record.

9. A Ballad to Mike in Accounting:

I love you.


10. “I drew the rose on your shirt.”
she said quietly to the boy sitting in the desk in front of her. She grabbed her books but left the drawing.
“That‘s cool.” he said, but she was already gone.
Listen to Frank Zappa & The Mothers while reading this :)

Some good stuff. Reminds me some of Ray Bradbury and Isaac Asimov. You seriously do have a future in creative writing. I'd read the books.

2009-01-02 12:04:03 by gracelizabeth.