Women Like Me

[Angeline]

it's funny...my mother used to tell people not to " egg me on" which is the same as encourage.


yeah yeah...in 20 years he'll be a wrinkled stud, while I'll STILL be a butt pickin' monkey.

Only a butt-pickin monkey would say this with pride.

 

[WickedEve]

Only a butt-pickin monkey would say this with pride.

Oh Ange, at least the monkey has pride. Maybe not much...

 

[Angeline]

Oh Ange, at least the monkey has pride. Maybe not much...

We'll get him a t shirt. "Butt-Pickin' Pride!"

 

[denis hale]

oh.. oh.. oh

I wish to place an order for one of those shirts!

Size XL please.

 

[Angeline]

Re: oh.. oh.. oh

I wish to place an order for one of those shirts!

Size XL please.

ok.

but first go read the two poems i posted in the classical poetry thread.

 

[tungtied2u]

We'll get him a t shirt. "Butt-Pickin' Pride!"

Are you telling me there's a whole pride of butt-pickin monkeys out on the loose?
I thought tath was a one of a kind.

I'm taking cover!

 

[Angeline]

Are you telling me there's a whole pride of butt-pickin monkeys out on the loose?
I thought tath was a one of a kind.

I'm taking cover!

Hmmm. Is that what they're called?

JUDO one started a thread where you defined the classification for poets. I though "a pride of poets" worked pretty well too, lol.

 

[JCSTREET]

I coouldn't help noticing the thread title and I froze--like a deer caught in headlights

wanna jacklight me baby

Women Like Me
Women Like Us
or maybe just: Women
Still working on a title.

The first part about Amina Lawal was written in 2002. Recently, I wrote about the bride burnings in India and honor killings in the middle east. I combined all these into this poem about women. I've been editing it but not sure it's working. Any suggestions?


Slender neck down,
pressed by native soil,
Amina--gentle crimes
of touch and baby's birth.

Who will hold her child
when hands release stones?

Stones crumble
like dreams.

Betrayed in a dream
and ballads of love, Samia
in broad daylight.

Hsehu no longer breathes
for father. Rape the petals
from flirtatious stems.

Restore family honor
through the weeping rose.

wood rose
sun spear
shola flowers

Mamta and daughters,
the well's deep.
Douse the burning bride.

Hush, Sudha and child inside.
We know your dying words, Meena.
Farewell, Vimala.

Flames in India
all ashes now.

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Re: Women Like Me

I coouldn't help noticing the thread title and I froze--like a deer caught in headlights

wanna jacklight me baby

Yeah, I thought the title would lure men like you to this thread. And then surprise! It's only a poem on a poetry board. lol Speaking of my poem, I'm trying a new approach. At least, I will try it eventually when the mood strikes me. Until then, thanks for all the suggestions.

 

[LunaKat]

Your poem has a very pleasent flow.