Poems About Women Seeking Friendly Advice
#women
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
#city
#homelessness
#music
#night
#women
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Caution Light Red
Caution Light Red
If the earth was a giant tortoise
Plodding across the zodiac
Like a shoeless hobo on his way to New Orleans
How would the moon sleep?
In the afterglow
Of its virgin lunar soil
And the cryptocurrency fields of green
Of our home world
Plundered and looted
By billionaire funded creepiness
Conspiring with the American Mussolini
To grope Lady Liberty
Like deconsecrated men of the cloth
Seeking salvation
Beneath the copper robes
Of the French lady in New York Harbor
Who bears the torch of...
If the earth was a giant tortoise
Plodding across the zodiac
Like a shoeless hobo on his way to New Orleans
How would the moon sleep?
In the afterglow
Of its virgin lunar soil
And the cryptocurrency fields of green
Of our home world
Plundered and looted
By billionaire funded creepiness
Conspiring with the American Mussolini
To grope Lady Liberty
Like deconsecrated men of the cloth
Seeking salvation
Beneath the copper robes
Of the French lady in New York Harbor
Who bears the torch of...
#America
#dystopian
#freedom
#rebellion
#women
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Observing from the Treetops
She said I was “so quiet”.
I smiled and thought
that’s because I have little to say
about comings and goings I can’t track,
drama and gossip I never understand,
faceless names I’ll forget tomorrow.
Your words buzz around my head like gnats
and I am not a part of all that.
It’s not that I don’t try to speak.
My commentary is simply
the wrong shape
to penetrate their ear holes
Words tumble from tongue to floor
getting nothing but blank glances
as if I farted or confessed an unsavory sin
or made random...
I smiled and thought
that’s because I have little to say
about comings and goings I can’t track,
drama and gossip I never understand,
faceless names I’ll forget tomorrow.
Your words buzz around my head like gnats
and I am not a part of all that.
It’s not that I don’t try to speak.
My commentary is simply
the wrong shape
to penetrate their ear holes
Words tumble from tongue to floor
getting nothing but blank glances
as if I farted or confessed an unsavory sin
or made random...
#aliens
#confusion
#misunderstood
#trees
#women
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Ancient Dreams
Ancient Dreams
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
#Africa
#historical
#mythology #women
#mythology #women
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The Ass

#erotic
#lust
#sex
#women
#WritingPoetry
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Lack of Women Friends
Spent much of my morning looking at Instagram, seeing other influencers and their brands and of course, comparing their bodies to each other and to my own. That no longer comes from a place of shame anymore. But pure curiosity.
I thought of an influencer that I haven't thought of in a while. Her name is Alyssa Lynch. She was featured in the lyric video Closer by Chainsmokers many years ago. If there was a person who would make the perfect role for Diana Rose, my character, it would be her. Tan skin, dark chocolate hair, mesmerizing eyes, skinny figure.
Just makes me...
I thought of an influencer that I haven't thought of in a while. Her name is Alyssa Lynch. She was featured in the lyric video Closer by Chainsmokers many years ago. If there was a person who would make the perfect role for Diana Rose, my character, it would be her. Tan skin, dark chocolate hair, mesmerizing eyes, skinny figure.
Just makes me...
#friendship
#women
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MY FORBIDDEN WILDFIRE
Caramel silk in soft light we embrace,
thick thighs part with sweet scents encased.
The way you move, slow, deliberate, raw,
a masterpiece sculpted, classic beauty, no flaw.
Bent before me, firm hands gripping tight,
back arched real deep in the palest moonlight.
That ass THO!
A sinfully rich and delicate delicious delight,
undulating waves that hypnotize the sight.
I love watching it bounce, that girl's so fine,
pulsing as it rolls and shakes when she whines
Each thrust, a quake, a shiver, a fevered scream,
drowning in...
thick thighs part with sweet scents encased.
The way you move, slow, deliberate, raw,
a masterpiece sculpted, classic beauty, no flaw.
Bent before me, firm hands gripping tight,
back arched real deep in the palest moonlight.
That ass THO!
A sinfully rich and delicate delicious delight,
undulating waves that hypnotize the sight.
I love watching it bounce, that girl's so fine,
pulsing as it rolls and shakes when she whines
Each thrust, a quake, a shiver, a fevered scream,
drowning in...
#women
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Lonely Goddess
Lonely Goddess
Love is a gold medallion
so ancient it is a priceless
relic of a lost age
when magic reigned
like a forest queen
under a sunlit canopy
whose curtain of light
is her green gown
and her plaited tresses
shimmered dreamily
in the morning light
of a thousand centuries
as veils of raindrops
cloaked her secret eyes
in golden tears of moonlight
as night stars illumined her heart
like twinkling chakras
penetrating her 5 million pores
with soft embers
from distant galaxies
whose...
Love is a gold medallion
so ancient it is a priceless
relic of a lost age
when magic reigned
like a forest queen
under a sunlit canopy
whose curtain of light
is her green gown
and her plaited tresses
shimmered dreamily
in the morning light
of a thousand centuries
as veils of raindrops
cloaked her secret eyes
in golden tears of moonlight
as night stars illumined her heart
like twinkling chakras
penetrating her 5 million pores
with soft embers
from distant galaxies
whose...
#beauty
#nature
#sensual
#spiritual
#women
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GLOWING SUMMITS
Beneath the sun’s eager caress,
she stands, a sculpted silhouette
wrapped in vibrant green flame
whispers a lush bountiful promise
her curves speaks poetic eroticism
confidence, boldness, and delight.
Neon tights clings to her physique
as a lover’s devoted hands should
tracing her gentle slope and valley
where desire and admiration meet.
Her posture, playful and raunchy
conjures wet dreams of bdsm foreplay
Her eyes, sparkle with sexy mischief,
hints of seductive stories untold
with a commanding stance of aura ...
she stands, a sculpted silhouette
wrapped in vibrant green flame
whispers a lush bountiful promise
her curves speaks poetic eroticism
confidence, boldness, and delight.
Neon tights clings to her physique
as a lover’s devoted hands should
tracing her gentle slope and valley
where desire and admiration meet.
Her posture, playful and raunchy
conjures wet dreams of bdsm foreplay
Her eyes, sparkle with sexy mischief,
hints of seductive stories untold
with a commanding stance of aura ...
#women
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A Toast To Time And Self Empowering (Part II of Part II)
Just a reminder ladies, and worth repeating always in awareness, I am advocate for Breast Cancer, and Children Cancer on behalf of the Susan Komen Brest Cancer Foundation and St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, my two passions, my lifelong charities and raising funds for sponsorship funding, and my goal to participate with my feet on behalf of Susan Komen Race For The Cure.
In addition, in since, my running crew and I will be running our first 15K, that is always my first run, (The Mini-Heart Marathon) I run that on behalf of anyone who suffers from heart disease, be...
In addition, in since, my running crew and I will be running our first 15K, that is always my first run, (The Mini-Heart Marathon) I run that on behalf of anyone who suffers from heart disease, be...
#CallToAction
#cancer
#meditation #women
#meditation #women
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Mystery in Her Eyes
Mystery in Her Eyes
Eleusinian mystery burns in her eyes
That torch my soul in a madhouse opera
On the altar of her sanctified sorcery
Whose electric neon smile
Glows with the oracular trance of Pythia
When her coiled dance conjures the serpentine flames
From the thousand fires of her incendiary mysticism
That glows like stars on a future horizon
Where the Bride of the firebird sings her darkly lit magic
Under the candlelight of a chandelier sky
Eleusinian mystery burns in her eyes
That torch my soul in a madhouse opera
On the altar of her sanctified sorcery
Whose electric neon smile
Glows with the oracular trance of Pythia
When her coiled dance conjures the serpentine flames
From the thousand fires of her incendiary mysticism
That glows like stars on a future horizon
Where the Bride of the firebird sings her darkly lit magic
Under the candlelight of a chandelier sky
#mystery
#passion
#seductive
#sensual
#women
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Midnight Tigress
Midnight Tigress
She is a tigress prowling the bamboo forest
With eyes that burn like incense in a temple
Where holy men pray to Kali in the sacred midnight
Scented by the essence of her black rose
When she gapes with the mystery of the macabre
That draws supplicants to the fragrant smoke
From the sacred fire that burns on the Stygian altar
Below the navel of her cosmic source
Where sanguine songs play
On the smoky petals of her...
She is a tigress prowling the bamboo forest
With eyes that burn like incense in a temple
Where holy men pray to Kali in the sacred midnight
Scented by the essence of her black rose
When she gapes with the mystery of the macabre
That draws supplicants to the fragrant smoke
From the sacred fire that burns on the Stygian altar
Below the navel of her cosmic source
Where sanguine songs play
On the smoky petals of her...
#mystery
#seductive
#sensual
#erotic
#women
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