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running to the rock

                                              a strong tower against foes


                                                                    her love a refuge






To strong women and their love


David Meade
11/20/2014
Live Generously

lightning punching down,
                     fast, blinding, loud – blood pain
                                a prayer of tears 







to all who have suffered violence


David Meade

Fragile like dew drop
Though I dream, dare, fight and win
Yes! I am woman.

Women dance in step
Happy rhythmic rumba style-
Sisters, one and all

When the lady walks
Men make full use of the eyes,
And women the spleens.

Flowers of many colors
Always received openly
To warm the loved heart

Eve Roper 10/31/2014

Play The Radio
Get Up And Dance All Night Long
Music Heals The Soul

We must write and dream 
We must command and be seen
We are done we win

she had long red hair,
a white blouse,all of which
made women the best pirates.

cream pie rising high
hard on elevator ride
short skirt drop them coins



......420..........
HiGh-KoO-Coo!
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`JSLambert

ocean meets brown sand
year-long heat like this skin
burns lying post-cards

sexy young women
hypnotizing guy
punctured neck

a dirt hand 
scrabble
clothes of my heart


shabnam shirvani

Bengali women squatting
                                    Pitchers, bangles,gossips
                                            The river Barak indifferent

Abomination 
Eyes penetrating the depths 
Clinical visit

the diamond goddess
whispers lust in her breast voids
loves dream of power

As a little boy
Hypnotized by gyrating
Hips and bare navel

As an adult man
Light-skinned exotic women
Always more preferred

THE WOMAN WHO WAITED TOO LONG

               Empty womb
        Springs tumble winters
              The clock ticks

            Plum blossoms
         Yearnings of passion
               Wept away

children put to bed -

     working girl

     prepares for nightshift

Fuels my testosterone
My egocentric domineering 
That’s 'why' feminism

Great men think alike
Great women think differently
Great children breathe air.

Geisha  always smile
Because
She don't have the money to cry

Rastaman
African hair under siege
Kinky racism

rose is beauty like u
once crushed,
she would dissolve 
in the lap of soil,
with her tattered dreams
like every indian women

Women who have style
attract with their fine attire,
smiles improve their looks.




Entered in Elly Wouterse's contest,
" A Positive Poem "
Written on 6/12/2014
by Andrew Crisci

He loves me, not you
Sharp claws, spitting and hissing
Ghetto alley cats.

beautiful women 
walking fast in rows of ten
March of Dimes, ya' heard

For women and children think too:
If the money are real thing - work is true,
But think twice - trade union is a paradise!

Some love is stupid, 
Some love is fake and unreal, 
But our love is true.

A Beautiful Beast,
Killed for it's glorious fur,
warm ugly women.

HAIKU 

Nuts in May, Adam
Led Eve down the garden path,
Always blame women!

Solar eclipse next
Pregnant women stay inside -
People observe fast.
            Abdelwaheb Dhaou.

the dark night strikes again 
her kisses washes away my pain
enriching my domain 
a woman made of books 
so charming with her looks

ship of the valiants
strongly sailing overseas
pilgrims of the world

Idols and Trinkets
Prayed to by women of night
Crave skin sacrifice.