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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

Price: $118.99 $109.99

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

It was the end of another monotonous school day. The same boring classes, the gibbering students that filled the school corridors in the time between each class, and the horrid teachers that seemed to enjoy reprimanding the skinny students before and after the school day for no obvious reason. Tom Quarte was actually one of those skinny students that the teachers, along with the students, enjoyed cornering in the class or break time and begin drenching him with all kind of annoying stuff.

But for Tom the whole thing was rather frivolous. All that he did was turn a deaf ear, and walk away in disgust. He didn't care for the piercing looks of his peers, or the galling remarks of his teachers that all spoke out,"look at this crackpot, he's weird"


Tom knew that he wasn't quiet normal. He was sure that his sudden jolts, and frequent babbling to himself would put him under scrutiny from both teachers and students, even parents,for the rest of the year,and may be the rest of his life.The life that he held dearer than his heart.He couldn't help imagining that one day the dark secrets that shrouded him would be divulged because he simply failed to control his fury.


Tom ran out of school to find his father waiting in his dusty fiat 128.Tom bounced into the car,threw his bag on the back seat and waited for his father to ask him the list of daily questions that Tom considered truly annoying.

Tom's father was a compact man,his chubby bulk seemed to be inviting everyone to puncture it out.He had a bright,bald head and wore eye glasses,with thick lenses.

Adjusting his tie in the front mirror he began"did you attend all the classes?"

"yes father"

"did you stray during the break time"

"no father"

"did you talk to yourself infront of anyone or alone?"

Tom hesitated for a second,and thought that if he lied his father would know from Miss Pessie,who seemed to adore him.Last year she was the reason for his two weeks expellsion that Tom remembers that it was due to reading a fantasy novel in her class.

"no father"Tom managed to lie,avoiding any direct eye contact with his father.

"fine"

Revving the engine,he wheeled off.After a while of complete silence Tom's father spluttered out while adjusting his tie for the third time in 10 minutes"Tonight you're going to see a shrink"

"what??"Tom diverged his head away from the window,trying to comprehend the sudden sentence.
"you heard me you're going to see a shrink'

"why ?"

"Ohh..nothing,simply because you're quiet sane,you don't speak to the mirrors all over the house,you don't wonder off in the streets every single night,you don' t thrash your mates at school for insulting your imaginary friends,nothing at all"

"I thrashed Jack once, besides he slapped me first and called me weirdo"

"very nice of him, I think if I were in his shoes I might have pulled you the nearest asylum"

Tom looked infront of him in dismay. How could his father doubt him for a mad boy.How can't he understands that he's special. Tom knew that" seeing is believing".
No one could ever meet his friends,no one could feel the coldness that fills the place when they appear out of nowhere, no one except himself.

After parking in the narrow lane beside the wooden house, Tom came down followed by his father who locked the car, and walked towards him.His flattened nose that stuck right in the middle of his face puffed in and out in anger as he spoke"Tonight do you hear me,if anything happened you'll be crushed" he balled his hand in front of his face in threat, then vanished into the house.


Tom stood languidly,stooping under the heaviness of his backpack.He seemed to be waiting for something.Suddenly something rattled under the sole of his shoes.Grey fumes spiraled out of the ground coming together to form the outline of something featureless.It was nearly the height of Tom'e waist,his crooked.slender legs took shape,followed by his abdomen,then chest.A moleskin piece of cloth slung down his shoulders,concealing under it silver charm glinting in sunlight.

Tom smiled to him,as he dashed forward seeking secrecy under the shade of one of the huge pines on the other side of the road.

The mysterous creature followed him scrambling like a tame ape behind his master.

this is a short fiirst draft of my fantasy novel..what do u think??

That was definitly awesome! I totally loved it!
The way you captured Tom is amazing because the fact he's different and people think of him as crazy because he's different and the fact because he's different he gets terrorized at school. The character of tom himself spoke to me and will speak to millions of others!
The interaction of Tom and Tom's father is an intresting one. The way his father sees his son is really sad, but truthfully that's how some people would act.
In the ending of the first draft you describe a character that I as the reader doesn't know and because you leave it as that you draw the people in! It's fantastic!
What i truely love about your fantasy novel is that it speaks to many people because in many ways it's real. but you also have this incredible sense of the fantasy and seeing things that no one else can see or isn't there!
I love it! Only one question...
When's it goingto get published?
Oh also... What happens next?

Totally loved it!

2008-11-27 12:14:44 by tarek rahil