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SelinaSharday May 2018
Sweet Men are Like... Rare flowers..those like Jade Vine,

Gibraltar Campion, Franklin Tree, Kokai cookei,  and the

Chocolate Cosmos rare and unique hard to find kind

that will not adapt to the principles and

culture of a insensitive rough society. Equipped with

good values that often seem extinct.

  Decent and unique men are like..cotton candy, strong visual yet rugged look,
sweet sugar treats melts in your mouth., lightly

won't leave you over filled with heaviness and drama.

Some men are like first class planes...takes you flying high and the ride is exquisite,

stimulating personal, makes you dream big..are

accomodating comfortable, treats you with class.

A wanted man is like.. soothing running waters,, able to quench your heated passions,  fulfil

your hungered needs, satisfy your mental thirst, and ruffle your straightened sheets, tackle your

energy and substain a stable environment.

A Good made from the best of fabrics, has quality material,  has stamina, drive and

strength sewn in, wears his smile day and night, because contentment with just one and only one

suits him wisely and justly.

  A good man has been modified to fit his specific woman all her imperfections, and shortcomings

fit his model and he is equipped to handle them.

In a good man the perfect mixers have been stired blended and folded into his batter.

That when baked to right temperatures brings out the best in his Lady,

hides her sour, and covers her blemishes.

making what was less more better, and completing her short commings and she comes out smelling divine.

  A awesome man..In the mist of battles  with his woman is like a  scattered rain storm.

Can come loud hard or soft and lightly..

but afterward washes in sweet healing cleanses they both can

benefit from and still grow.

Career bachelor Types of men

Some men are like..Hoarders.. they  collect all kinds of women

never letting go of more than they know what to do with..

Many screaming for their time and attention.

Investigators...Some men like to spy and see what this one and that one is doing..

Gamblers..They take big risks, put lots at stake and take foolish chances..Leeches...

They hang on you like your all they have and **** you dry of most of your

resources, clingy, jealous, needy, greedy...selfish inconsiderate leechers.

  Con artist..They give you a great speech about want they want..

how they will give their all and your all they need.

It sounds sweet and genuine but he's lying. Like Flies... buzzing in your ears..

humming annoying, bothersome, pitiful.. pesty, nosey, going

from place to place spreading nasty germs..reading posting,

bragging think they the stuff when they are just a bug a boo fly and a lie.
Some men are like..Toads big stuffed and lazy..just want to hop on you ***** you.

Do you get all they can from you..Big lazy and have lots of

time of his hands to rib bit rib bit get all you have.

And are crap seekers. Always ready  to swollow the energy from you.
Some are Huge liers.. about their past, relationships, friendships, and hardships..

telling lies for sympathy..In the end you'll hate you allowed him to waste your time..

Just my saying by me and my sayings..


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Men in their varying degrees
Mike Jan 2018
The birds went missing for some days
I did not fail to see them
For I can keep tabs on their commings
By the feed level in the silo

I wonder, have they departed?
Did the entire gathered multitude
All the species and varieties
At once get summoned by a grand poobah

Ah No.  They’re back
Voracious, suddenly.  Perhaps an appetite
Built up from long journeys South to heat
Returned as quickly to a stable staple supply

El viejo, baggy clothes and vaguely rancid
Arrives at the tickety tockety place
The pigeons dance head first, feet next
He knows each by his dull colour

At the trough they proceed in size order
Pleasing my delicate sense of propriety
Titmouse, cardinal, blue jay, woodpecker
A grub abides among the seed

I observe
Diction  Oct 2018
Diction Oct 2018
Straight from the mind to the paper
Pen dipped red coloring the writer
Inside here my thoughts sink deeper
Deeper then the eyes of her
That blank stare
Sharper then a knife
Seeking a life in the night
Blind side locked tight
She's got my number
The *******
You can keep her
She'll take you further then the after
What is it that matters
To me it's my day dreams
My escape from all these sins
Those short commings
Why I keep going and going
These eyes are snowing
Coloring my suffering
Pain that's everlasting
The memories falling
Remember me
Something I'd like to be
Even a little thought would be fine
Forever stopped in time
Caught in a line
Continue this rhyme
Happiness I hope you can find

— The End —