Walking bare-footed on the grass,
She was thinking about her past.
While thinking, there was a glow in her eyes.
She was smiling but with wet eyes.
Her hair were scattered on her face,
Still she was glistening at her peak.
She was thinking about that love,
which was never in her fate.
She sighed and smiled,
but she cried after a while.
She cried and then she again smiled,
Looking at me while I watching her.
I was shocked at her on this act,
then i remembered her in my past.
She was there with me,
in every thick and thin on my path,
to remove every hindrance and my tears,
always to help me in my troubles.
She was the one who loved me always.
But I never realised this truth.
Lingering memory of her with her bright smile in my mind,
made me realise that I also love her.
The reason she cried, was me,
And the reason for her to smile was me again.

The Poem For Every Female.


I Love You.


I love all females.
No female is ugly.
No female should ever feel lonely.
I am with you all; you are all in my heart.
This poem is my gift to you all, you shining stars.


I love you all.  You bring us love and empathy.
So to you all; I dedicate my everything.
I share my kindness with you all,
For you all are truly beautiful.


You may not know how to show your love; just like me.
So take this from me with love, all females – my empathy.
You are all simply magnificent, a Queen of the Benign…
I kneel before you all, to simply tell you… You shine!


What do females want?...


Attention…Devotion…Compassion…Understanding…
Love…Danc­ing…A little Romancing…
A Friend…A Good Listener…Cuddles… Kisses…
Occasional spontaneity…More than 3 wishes…


Loving…Singing…Some Showing of Emotion…
Passion…Satisfaction…Laughing…Emancipation…
This…That…Wh­atever the Hell I want!...
Relaxation…No need for straighteners…More Make-Up…


You, Him, or Her…A Care Bear…
More, more, I want it all!...I want to see you care…
I want the Flowers…I want the Choc’s and Wine…
Come Here…Go Away!...It’s Time…To be a Bride…


A Kid…A Ring…A Telephone Number…Something…
A Prince…A King…A Lesbian?


To be treated as they all are…
Beautiful and Unique.


Anything I did not add to the list…
Tell the one that you love…
And we shall hope that they have been listening.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Maybe that's why
I prefer dogs;
animals probably have
more culture than you.

the way you take
quick glances at my trembling self
by the roadside,
with ear-piercing whistling—
does that excite you
as much as it scares me?

you made me look at
my long-sleeved dress
and ankle-hidden boots;
yet I question,
are my outfits deemed ******
till it entices your manhood?

I grip my bags firmly
and wallow in self-grief
for temporary relief,
as I fear more than just
compliments threw by
preys on the streets.

should you disagree,
of my brother,
whistling and signalling
your blood-sister,

should you disagree,
of my father,
oversexualising your mother,
then don't be a disgrace
to the ladies watching.

she carries the sun
with her bare
inexperienced hands.
she smatters the sky
with stars for you and I
and the birdsong
in the early hour
and the berries
flowering on the mulberry bush
in this hush, serene scene
that she was responsible for.

she has lived on this Earth
but two decades
though the daisies in her hair
imply longer;
and the babies in the field
in her prenatal dreams
explore a learnéd
old soul to be reckoned with.

the child is her saviour
though she is but a child herself

She is the swiftly rising Aurora
Shining luminously
Her splendid beauty is magnetic
a sight to behold
Her brilliance illuminates the depths of stygian dark
Her eyes burn like blazing summer
Like the leaping flames of bonfire
Their radiance makes you tremble
As you involuntarily shiver
She is all pervading
The mighty sun finds shelter between her  brows
Shaped like sharp polished spears
The crescent moon is tangled in her sable flowing hair
She sleeps in a silken blanket stitched with the Stars
She is everywhere
Over the cerulean seas
Between the Opal skies
Upon the fertile valleys
Above the folded mountains
She has always been there
Always will be
She is the epitome of eternity
She is
The Goddess

I'm going to tell you a story about what a relationship in this day and age should look like

Except this isn't my story to tell. This story goes to the wild Turkey's, for love, they will fight

You see, I work at a rescue center, and we have 4 turkeys. 3 male, and 1 female.

The one female and 2 of the males are rescued.  The last male is a wild turkey. He visits every day without fail

He flies over the fence to visit his female, and she never loved another, not even with the other two

Although there were other wild females, and other recused males, they were determined to keep their loyalty true

And true and loyal they both have always been, and when one of the other males tried to attack

or scare Her love away. The female won't just stand around, she'll put on a fight, and peck at their backs

Their backs are bare, they learned the hard way. Not to mess with loyal love. He can't stay away

Even when I or any other people try to frighten him off, it won't stop him, he still comes every day

If only people could have a strong, loyal, love fighting relationship like these two turkey's.

They've been like this for 4 years... What a lovely lesson we could learn... It's something I want for me.

As an artist
I forgot
how to
draw the
feminine
form,
but
I used
the women
at the gym
to inform
and refresh
my amateur
artistry.