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Julie Grenness Apr 2016
A tale of a lady in waiting.....
Emily did speed dating,
For her swain she is waiting,
Emily, anticipating,
Hopes fantasising,
Are her nuptials nearing?
Is today that diamond appearing?
Shall she have a solitaire ring?
Preceding her white wedding?
Now her swain is appearing,
He has a burning question,
She waits for his suggestion,
She's the lady in waiting,
Is her swain proposing?
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
He sighs, heavily,
"Here is my question burning,
I ask my soul's deep yearning,"
Emily waits for a diamond ring,
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
Swain whispers breathily,
The lady is waiting....
"Can you marinate chicken wings?"
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
He yells angrily,
"That's rude, how crude!
That's the last time I see you!"
Now her own wings she is marinading,
Does she resume speed dating?
Does Emily ever stop dreaming?
Solitaire ring anticipating,
The lady is waiting,
The lady is waiting,
And waiting, and waiting, and waiting............
A whimsy, true story of someone I know. Feedback welcome.
Dead lover Mar 2016
His highness is searching for a bride,
She must be very beautiful and also dutiful.

He doesn't care if she's not educate,
He just cares that she be able to *******.

He doesn't want to have a lady with brains,
He just wants a woman to hug in the rains..

He wants a first hand girl, that is a ******,
So that she doesn't complain, to merge in..

Not debate, and follow all his orders without hate.
And to accept such a wife, he needs dowry as bait!

He is gonna be king, an official ideal candidate for a bride,
Who wants to have a lady, 'her' tears who could hide
Kings my goodness!
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2016
They told her
she couldn't be that way
awkward bashful
cocoa girl
a mad obtuse thing

She has a symphonic voice
like sybil with a sore throat
and her whispers were more
pleasant than reeking
filtered flower-scented air

She roams like sweet breath
gives peeks
melting the sky with vengeance
while veiling her tongue
with ecstasy
******-verse
Baby I hit you with that pure magic
Show its just not in movie I produce miracles
Question 1
When you gonna stop messing with them **** fools under rating yourself
They can't amount to me
Them dudes some Str8 clowns
Sitting back laughing at them
I keep it real day in
day out
sun up to sun down
Style so dope like that Potent  *******
That fake **** I'm not with
Was raised to be real
So that's how I'm going stay baby
If you would just open up show me your true colors maybe you would see the man I am
why you fronting acting like you don't wanna conversant lady  
Not scared of you
Just don't want everybody all in our mix they gonna **** up the flavor making our chemistry all bitter  
It's none of they business so I keep them out
Eyes on you
Aiming for you
Gossip that's for kids
Not what that
Every lady is a kindred spirit
Every lady deserves a chance
Every lady has thrown a fit
Every lady has taken a stand

There is no such thing as a *****
No such thing as a ***
They do what they must to be adored
They use what they know to put on a show

Forgive them if they hurt your pride
For they are none the wiser
One of them may be your bride
And another be a fighter

It is your job to evolve
It is your job to adapt
Every girl will eventually fall
You need to be there for that

They need your support
And they need your charisma
For sometimes they may fall short
Of being a source of wisdom

So every lady may be flawed
In one way or another
You need to treat them like a mom
And be there for them
Like a brother
I found this in one of my old poetry journals and had to put it on the site xD i hope u like it
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