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We women fold linen
some believe we live solely in the kitchen
we are a force of nature,
we nurture children, we are driven,
we kiss things better, we matter.

We women hold opinions
we women mould opinions,
where else but in the kitchen,
nurturing, washing, listening,
dishing wisdom with love.

We women are cloaked
in many roles,
politician, clinician,
villain, lover, mother, cook
smothering all under our cloak.

We women suffer more
due to our nature, we're also tougher
than a right hook!
Duck next time women are driven
to anger.

We women are the ignition
of life, love and understanding
we go by many names,
Mother, sister, aunt, wife and nan.
Our own name lost to time.

Would I want to be a man?
No.
We women are fruition,
we are magicians,
we are are giants in our own right.
© JLB
My depression is a transgression
against me, and mine.
I never asked to be contaminated
with this strife.

My depression is a possession
of evil, of illness.
I never thought I would be
rife with highs and lows.

My depression is a progression
of good and bad thoughts.
I never wanted to be
violated with cries and lies.

My depression is a weapon
against all who suffer its woes.
I hope the afterlife takes this repression
and nullifies it's effects.

My depression is mine but
suffered by many. We are pulverised,
neutralised and modified by our own
minds and medicated to keep sated.

My depression is Legion
a wickedness to the self.
A circle unending, unbending,
curving toward suppression of oneself.
© JLB
Haunted ghosts host our waking hours
during sleep they transport us to places
indescribable by human words.

The ghosts lean on door posts
watching us, remembering their corporeal selves
Wanting to be warm blooded again.

Orchid scented air announce their presence
Morbid thoughts clog our senses
Do we remember them?

Do we want to remember them?
They are dead, long departed
Long deported off this realm.

Halted thoughts gloat at our minds
How those haunted ghosts once chortled,
fondled, and dawdled along.

Long dead; these ghosts are haunted
Not by us the living,
but the memories of them we bring.
© JLB
Whoever said they'd like to live forever
never considered the barbarity that would bring.
The bearer of living forever never forgets
the pain forever brings
They alone would be the holder of
existing alone, the finality of their
forever is the fatality of terror.
© JLB
Maybe it was my fate to always hate
To loathe and despise
After all love and hate they
stand side by side
at the same entry gate
into the mind.
Sedate I'd feel the need to vent
to isolate, to feel
Something, anything, a negative
rather than a positive.
To overstate my need.
My want to hate
would obviate and obscure my fate.
Hate doesn't differentiate
Hate needs no explaining
Emanate hate, and you are guarded
from others, and yourself.
Love allows disappointment
Hate allows the known.
Hate humiliates me, this I know
It manipulates, resonates and reverberates
But, this I know
Hate like a crow will pick my carcass
like carrion.
Please let love pervade
Please let love venerate
Please let love in at the gate.
© JLB
Everyone has the right to love
To be loved, and return that love
But, love can sleight and bite
It can destroy and toy
with affections.
Love can be seen as a parasite
squirming and worming
inside your heart.
Yet love has lied, and died
a thousand times before
no one closes the door on love.
Love excites ignites and
copyrights by candlelight
it's insidious need to feed.
It expedites appetites
It recites to you words wanted,
needed to be heard
Love leaves you flushed,contrite,
full of spite
Yet ready to ignite and incite
the next entwined pair of parasites.
© JLB
Money makes the world go around
So the saying goes,
But sorry to burst that bubble
Not even love does that
Dusty, *****, lucky, love
Stalls the world, when it turns sour
Love tuns to hate quickly and
Money mummifies us, wraps our corpses in bills
Beauteous, mellifluous love lets doves fly
Unlucky money make doves cry
Superfluous love, yuppie money
Comely money, plush love
Neither wins.
There is no versus, there is no fight
Both are emotional dynamite.
© JLB
"It's a girl" they said
Ooooooh think of all the pink things
Like booties and bows
Dolls, and toys that aren't for boys

"Sweet sixteen, and never been kissed"
Blow the candles out love
Your mother spent hours baking
Your mother spent hours labouring

"She's a woman now!" They cried at her 18th
"We'd better watch them boys!"
But what about the girls?
Why aren't you watching them?

Is it because those girls are at the kitchen sink ?
Awaiting a boy's wink of approval?
Through buttermilk sweetness these
Pink girls think.

You men are ******
Full of tricks
That send half these girls to a shrink
But it's time to have a rethink

We fair maidens view you
Through basilisk eyes
We fairer *** are
Crueller than you

It's time to drop kick the pink
Permanently into the kitchen sink
And slink behind you
With a candlestick

After all I'm just a pink girl
Who would believe that the
Pink mess on my dress
Is your brain?
© JLB
In dreams my thoughts smash into smithereens
My screams go unheard
My esteem is bolstered by amphetamines
I stand on ravines, their edge inviting me to jump
To float in a downward spiral
To ignore regimes, to ignore the screams
Those screams are mine, rent from my throat
Extremes so normal that nothing is as it seems
Alice went down a hole, I am not whole
I try to redeem in dreams, but dreams
Always are the extremes
© JLB
I awaited naked on the bed
Waiting for the fireworks whilst
Fragrant jasmine clung to the air
My heartbeat hastened
Waiting for you to come
Chastened by my wanton ness
All the while awaiting you
Waiting to be cradled.

Elated by the night's promise
I sparkle in anticipation
Overstimulated I fantasise
Fireworks bang, clash and crash outside
Untranslated lust leave me and
The fireworks illustrated.

You, are finally here
My need to be consummated takes hold
You dominate my fire worked state of mind and nakedness
I shake and convulse like a sated rocket
Assassinated on the bed, we culminate
Wasted, elated
Blazoned lovers out animate
The fireworks.
© JLB
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