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So here it is, in case you’re wondering what prompted the poem:

This poem is for all the men and the overt religious ideals that perpetuates this about women. You can call us whores and put us behind Burkas, abuse and kill us in our own homes in front of our children. We are not damaged goods because you are cowards; we know the awful truth you can not face: you fear women, and that fear proves your own
lack of virility, your unworthiness as an equal partner.

Imagine standing behind a ring of candles at Strawberry Fields. Suddenly someone says (a woman btw, not sure if it really matters) “It’s over, he’s gone.” There were 12 people there (including me) just thinking. Then someone said; “The good is indestructable” I won’t believe John and all the good about his life will ever be gone :~)=]— Next I was acausted earlier today by an Alquida terrorist recruiter after posting a great John Lennon video. No harm to me I just informed the authourities. I am now marked a Zionist by a ring of 21 of those sons o’ bitches. I do hate, I hate a lot of things and I do not act in a cause of hatred - ever. Anna? How does one sharpen one’s nails?

(((Anna)))

Mark
“some things change, some things do not”

Woman, I only know this. You are my completion. My wing tip touches yours on this journey. What joy is there to fly above you when my cry is heard so far away.
You did not want to be the keeper of the heart, holding it to the wind to bank and soar above the pines of love; you did not want to be cherished on a blanket of songs alone . Sharpen your pain to the pain I have caused you, and let me bleed your tears, for I am a man, and the child of your body.Let us heal together bound only by love.

The misinformed idea of male supremacy has relegated woman to second class citizens through out much of the world and laid the ground work of poverty and ignorance. In the US as in other industrialized nations the rights of woman were hard won by a delegation of brave and tenacious woman’s suffrage movement that has contributed to every endeavor human kind has striven to succeed in

B

“and I probably need to file my nails. or
at least sharpen them.”

I will buy you the file.

Ciao,

Victor

tell you HOW to feel.

nor what aspect of beauty to relate.

if man is beast…

where shall he look for guidance?

I see a flower beautiful-
Shall I possess it?

Know;
‘t is folly to try.
Nor shall I cry by the thorns imbedded
in my holding,
for they are the mark of remembrance
of what I do.
Yea-
for Loves’ sake-
man must do his flower its just
recognition,
and realize he is but man without,
without her all;
without her thorns,
her faults,
her gifts withall
must come his fall…
as sorrow knows no Flower,
Spring,
nor She.

grounding of late
the wild/s settling

how true this statement
your observations

This poem is something
unexpected I read it
I approach it with
respect

I wont turn away from its
truths

i can only become more now

Steven~

Ya know I read this one on my phone last night but cant comment … for some weird reason neopoet wont let me sign in on my phone … anyway I thought that you may get lots of responces from women and not men lol imagine my surprise when I get here and I am the first … loved this work … women have always had power just never used it as we do now … look at Anicent rome … I just finished a book on the beginning and end of caesars reign and downfall … my god those woman (thought seeming ladylike) where bloodthirsty bunch scheming the downfall of men and woman and children alike … makes you look at our society and how far we have come in two thousand years … we are still fighting, the same class system still exsists,and in some countries …. I could go on for days you get the gist of what I am saying

woman have always had power and I dont mean the power of the pussy ;)….

Love and biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe

wow I think that might be the biggest comment I ahve ever left you lol dont ask

Intrigue. Drama. Poets love both, I seem to be more of voyeur always though, I just watch the world and listen to my heart… write it down.

One really good movie/book was Dangerous Liasons (Glenn Close, John Malkovich).. And Queen Elizabeth (Kate Blanchett & Joseph Fiennes), http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3tK62aXhwY

Elizabeth (Kate Blanchett & Clive Owen) The Golden Age http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfp09u8g7vI

Love and wishes for joy and wellness, poetry,

Mum

I own all those movies … Cate Blanchett is my favourite Aussie actress, woman has style and guts … and those Elizabeth movies are ones I have watched over and over and over … I dont know if I told you but I have about 3500 movies lol Just finished a book ON caesar and I got a present of the ROME Tv series so I am now going to see if the history fits the series its meant to apparently lol

biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

you you mommy

“I cough up your memory. you taste
of a sticky sweetness,”

Emotive times are a cupid to your poetry, Anna of Cleveland. Wonderful poem.

Brian

Self worth , self value
Penetration comes in many forms
Sharp nails are essential
To scratch the surface
Of true belief.

I can loan you a whole tray of specalised files

Seabhac

I can tell you this much..Being an intelligent, analytical, and sensitive guy in a society of material possessions, sex, explosions, violence, and self gratification makes most alienate me and look upon me as a friend at best. non existent at worst. It is written somewhere deep down in our genes to be assholes if we’re guys, and asshole seekers if your a woman. I dunno I think I may have just alienated myself from this conversation as well. Oh well.

I forgot to rate your poem. I loved it.

Dear Anna

what a wonderful poem, very succinct and fluidly to the point. you know my thoughts on this subject

love always

miss vixy x

Optimism in adversity nutures positive outcomes

My heart hurts right now, I love you being so raw and not so gentle, when men crawl far from this and the ‘her’.

The betrayal of emotion and the imperfection of the demands made on us by intellect. True and loyal to our words? No we draw them back to us and cover them in black pencil.
A poem of rare presence on your pages that sends you into a new place of experiment and exposure. This is where we stand naked and raw ready to be judged and discarded by the applied intellect and academic scissors, it’s dangerous and lonely because we are at the mercy of the best or worst of humanity’s capabilities. Are we to wait interminably for affirmation or are we to shuffle from foot to foot in ignorance? Our fate speaks and there is no justice ; it’s a roll of the cyber dice. Obviously the format seems to affect the read but the write could be made much better with a little editing .
Kal

Fly

I wasn’t a whore until
I placed my body on the line.
You were hanging limp finished;
turned away.

Your next conquest already
in your little black book of revisions.

A cutting edge is all that remains.
Poems are not noble in the light of day.
Poems have nothing to say.

I cough up your memory.
You taste of a sticky sweetness.
I probably need to file my nails.
Or at least sharpen them.

Well this is easier to read but of course that is my opinion - the intention may also be clearer , that is to say not so dully ambiguous with regard to the write being about the post creative depression which you juxtapose with post coital depression and disregard. It’s still not fully formed , pointed but clearer and of course that is for you to tend to. I would have gone to four on this though.
Kal

Tell you what, you can keep your stars, and kiss my arse.

I’ll keep the poem exactly as it is.

Kisses.

~Anna

There we are Anna , there there..

Much love Kal.

Deep abiding love.

~A