Earlier you asked me what I would say
to every female and for the life of me
I've wracked the one grey brain cell
within my cerebellum 'til it feels tortured,
tangents of the naievity of youth met me
standing in the foal-like gawkishness of history,
when I still believed in the swoon of moon in June
sold to Mother in the form of Mills and Boon,
{ I sneaked them from her bureau and read them by
torchlight, under the cover of darkness they spoke to me}
I grew older and tired of the yearning for the tall,
dark, stranger that was both saviour and gentlemanly,
settled for someone shorter and from the North,
thought his idiosyncrasies and vocabulary kind of cute,
swallowed his need for tea with no milk and mushy peas,
none of his pecularities irked me but oh, if only,
if only he hadn't beat me...
Grew older, tentatively somewhat bolder, learned another lesson the hard way, always, always, the black through to purple and lastly yellow bruised way and broken bones
may mend but not always in the shape of what shaped me,
so darling, accept the sweetness of everyman, it could be as pure as the cane it was mashed and bashed by machete from but beware the saccharin and the aspartamane, the chemical presentation of what women want may be dressed to impress and has nothing, nothing, nothing, to do with calorific energy ,
whatever you choose to do, whoever you give a part of your heart to, give with passion that is from your soul but don't, ever, ever, accept anything less for it's not what latest fashion you wear but what fashions YOU that you bear, the ultimate name, man swears it's his with his need to be right, to fornicate and fight, but he is but a boy, at every stage of his life, lost until he is fulfilled by a female whether friend, confidante, sad, secret Mistress, lover or wife,
he will try and shape you according to the train of his thoughts but always retain your right to the essence of you,
if he raises a hand to disable rather than enable then kick
him to the kerb, leave him on the edge of the sidewalk,
on the brink, for you are female, she, she, the giver of life, you have the ability, the propensity, to give birth
both inside and outside of the womb,
Be yourself, hold your own key, never be locked-tight within anyone else's teutonic, terrortorial, bombastic,
ballistic, shell-shocking, basement of doom...
A contest entry
- Write me a Monologue by Lauren Noir.
1000 points, ended October 11, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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lovely. I liked the irony and every word fitted in nicely.
I really liked every descriptive word. It fitted in so well. I'm going to love just saying this, enjoying every thought out word. -
Oh my honey
Within this it is at times horrifying to read and yet unknowing of the paths we take often finding out too late .Bless your heart and I hopew today you have the real love to embrace you .
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Good stuff.
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men! such children as you say. but now and then you meet a man!
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You are a wise lady. This is so true and so well expressed. Bravo!
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thank you for writing this.
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"To thine own self, be true" I congratulae you, you who have faced adversity and have accepted the challenges of life, and won. A very readable and uplifting monologue.
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be beaten no more - claim victory in the light of one love; one vision; one true hope and belief that it is there to behold...a tough and rugged write with some semi-truths and bold feelings.
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"but he is a boy, at every stage of his life, lost until he is fulfilled by a female . . . "
Oh damn, I wish this wasn't true, but you know what, you are SO RIGHT!!!!
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