#ladies
His arm is over my waist as I sleepily adjust.
Bristles of an old, worn curtain against my hip.
I can feel that.
That scratchy cloth barely grazing my thigh made me feel more alive. I knew I had to be alive.
No way I’m dead.
I would like to be the first ghost who feels a breeze.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou
Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm
Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou
Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou
Ou se nanm mwen, poto pitanmm
Mwen renmen ou chak jou
Chouchoum, mwen renmen ou.
Bèl fanm, bèl cheri, bèl bote
Ou nan kèm tout la jounen
Ou okipe nan nan lavi mwen
Ou se Princess mwen, gran Majeste
Ou se larenn mwen, yon gran sous
Fanm, fanm, o fanm dous
Oksijèn mwen, bèl dam mwen.
Fanm, fanm, kinanm mwen
Etwal nan syèl, lalin lavi mwen
Ou se yon poupe orijinal, bèl fanm
Ou se moun ki konn naje, e rame nan lanm
Ou se yon fanm ki byen akonpli nan la Bib
Fanm, fanm, o fanm sansib
Ou se solèy kap klere palmis mwen an.
Wi ou se yon fanm natal fondamantal
Anj gadyen mwen, sent vyèj mwen, ala ou bèl
Lavi pagen oken sans san ou, chouchou
Ou se trezòm, fanm, fanm, espwa mwen
Ou se kèm, rèv mwen, nanm mwen
Fanm, fanm misterye, mwen damou ou.
P.S. Tradiksyon 'Joyous Women's Day'
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Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 9:41 PM UTC
but about cat ladies,
with cats attached
who most like their
fel~ine femin~ine
mistresses, also
come in many colors,
categories, shapes ‘n
sizes
looking to adopt a
pair of cute kiddies,
with promises of
much stroking and
endless affection to
fill the void in my
currently, sadly, totally
animal~less existence
But!
we want a pair,
cat & cat lady,
for how a woman
treats her cat is
the single best
indicator of how
*she loves to love
poets, who are
most like cats,
needy for exchanging
purrings and many
other endearing
sounds and belly
stroking, inclusive
of the frequent
recitations of
onlylovepoetry*
(a tiny amount of
mutual scratching
is to be happily
expected as well)
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 1:53 AM UTC
I'm in line at a store, and I'm bored,
Typing on my phone, restless and alone.
I’ve got light-blue nails, like the sky or your eyes.
I like them, it’s my favorite color - don’t know why.
I’m buying flavors for my coffee, nutmeg and pumpkin spice.
I like having coffee in the morning, when it’s cold, they’ll taste nice.
There’s a really old lady at the check-out, she’s moving very slowly.
She’s paying with cash and coin, from a pouch, counting carefully.
She’s frail and reminds me of my Grandmère, with her white hair,
her sturdy shoes, I want to pick her up and hug her - but laissez-faire.
When my turn came, I waved my Apple watch over the pay terminal
- it’s fast and contactless - like the whole modern world.
Does anyone hug old ladies anymore?
Nov 6, 2023
Nov 6, 2023 at 9:42 PM UTC
They say you are just an old gravel country road
lined by trees on both sides for many a mile
but for me you are the path of escape
that leads me away from here
I often fantasize about what I would discover at your ending
akin to finding out what lies at the end of a rainbow
would it be glee or disappointment
It is said there is a great city somewhere along your route
one filled with opportunity and excitement
Containing things a rural being cannot imagine
buildings taller than all the trees stood end on end
There have been whispers of ladies of the evening
and places where someone may imbibe in a drink or two
or parlors that entertain many a man through lonely nights
A young lad with big dreams can only yearn for passage of time
for when that day comes wherein I will traverse thee till the end
to witness for myself all that has been spoken about
and to dip my toe into a world of aliveness and intrigue
Andreas Simic©
Jun 7, 2022
Jun 7, 2022 at 6:42 AM UTC
Femininity cannot succeed
by emulating
toxic masculinity
That's female DISempowerment's job
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC
You're a lady,
You should be treated as such nothing less,
If you're not cherished, uplifted, respected,
All the things you deserve and more,
You should wait on it,
Don't deal with nothing less,
Queens are valuable,
Your worth is priceless,
Don't let him take you for granted,
If he can't see your worth,
Leave him behind and move forward.
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
My tongue be rubbing all over your ****
Then the rest of that ***** I kiss,
That morning bliss,
I wanna lick on her until she ****
Where you going don't you run,
Your juices is what I want,
I wanna feel you and taste you,
Breakfast,lunch,dinner and dessert.
You're the only thing I have a appetite for,
You got the recipe for whatever I need,
No need to beg nor plead,
But you're the only thing I wanna eat,
My favorite thing to eat and please is you.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
wrap them legs around my neck,
wrap my arms around your body, wanna keep u safe and curess your body. touch you like nobody else can,
pleasing you is always the plan nobody will ever get it or understand.
A boy and man are very different,
Only a real one will know the difference. I like the mix things up like a chemist. The chemistry be so strong .
Eat it like my last meal,
When it comes to you I always need a refill. Some say too much of anything isn't good but there's no such thing of having too much of you. baby I just can't get enough of you I want more and more of you.
I thought you knew . Ya blow my mind like some nicotine. It feels like a dream it can't be real . Talk to me baby let me know how u feel . You talk , I'll just listen. your beauty runs deeper than water in the ocean.
I wanna feel on you like some lotion. Mositurize your heart . Feed your appetite. Drink your juices. whatever this is I can't or don't wanna lose it.
Don't run I wanna taste you until you *** Dripping like sweat , you know you're the best. I'm blessed .
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
Come in and let me take it from there,
Your body is the party tonight,
The fragrance is you,
The food is you,
The drink is you,
All I need and want tonight is you.
You asked what did you need to bring?
All you need is to bring is you,
Wardrobe is your birthday suit,
I'ma cater to you tonight,
I'ma spoil you tonight,
I'ma give you everything you want and desire.
Explore your fantasies and dreams,
Tonight is your night,
I'ma make it the best night of your life,
Let's make it last forever,
Let's keep this moment,
Stay in moment tonight,
Let's remember tonight.
I know you never had a man like me,
I'm all about you,
You deserve to be desired,
You deserve to be spoiled,
You deserve to feel wanted,
You deserve the best.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
~
"Suspense is like a woman. The more left to the imagination, the more the excitement."
~
A mixture
of sinister and sweet,
smoking gun at your feet.
Reclining dead
in a meadow,
or wishing you were
as you gaze out your window.
Bottling undecided dark,
catching keyed-up light,
in random, misleading angles.
The uniform hour
holds Grace, Grant,
and the mystery
it entangles.
Don't look directly
at the camera,
icy blonde afterimage.
Everything you need
is written on the page.
Number 13,
Mrs. Peabody?
Don't you know
all contemporary
escapist entertainment
begins by turning your back?
Lingering on what
suspicious minds track.
The migrating voyeurism
sits as the crow,
wired and unfriendly.
The method is an organism,
an implication, a crossbow,
thought, but unseen.
He will push the girl,
until you succumb
to dream sequences.
It's snowing humiliation
at Winter's Grace,
for out of the male gaze,
invading your space,
you become gifted
at doing nothing well,
in sheer
under-things,
(for inner circles & triangles of fur
are all the rage in Europe).
Yes, he hates pregnant women,
because then they have children.
So leave him
to his work,
to analyze your handwriting,
and build that ramp
directly into your trailer.
His larger than life silhouette
will fill the silver screen
with tension,
trip wire,
and a ****** ambivalence,
that ends with
the violent sound
of someone
packing a suitcase.
He enters by virtue of this door,
and you leave through another,
and another,
and another,
until the final scene
alters your state of mind.
Your pretty little feet
dangling precariously
over the edge...
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
She vanished in the fog,
Without a final hug,
I saw the tears that drowned her smile and swallowed her might till it was all gone.
The woman within her,
How could she die?
The power she had,
The power of her mind.
The esteem she built,
The pride she had.
She lost to his lies.
She fell for his charms,
She fell so hard.
How did she lost her self so easily,.to the things that go with the season.
............@lanech.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
cheeks
above her feet
and lil tummies
cheeks
above her teeth
tiny necks
and chubby arms
in final form
a female physique
all cheeks
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 8:55 PM UTC
It's true I have some regrets in life
The truth is..... I think now..... I should
have been Zardo and not Bardo
Zardo I think has more of a 'Zing' to it
It's a bit like Zorro
For I too wear a mask, I write hidden
behind a pseudonym
Moving stealthily like some elusive
Ninja warrior,
Or like some swashbuckling pirate
hero yeah!
I descend upon the Site with a
flourish
Swinging in like Errol Flynn trailing
behind me great romance and
adventure
I bring my magic, I dazzle with my
swordplay, my verbal acrobatics
Send all the shadows fleeing,
rescuing the poor damsels, the sad
heroine grieving
Releasing the downtrodden from
their onerous chains and shackles
Bringing Justice once more to the
World
I bring them all a gift... the gift of... of
Freedom!!!
Then as suddenly as I came... I'm gone,
yea! I vanish
But not before leaving my mark, with
lightning strokes, my Calling Card
A big "Z" Z for Zardo, written,
emblazoned with my sword:
The people they all gather around
just like detectives after a crime
They view my wonderful damage,
can only stare and marvel
Then someone shouts, he points a
finger
"Look!! The sign! Z!!! It was Him...it...it
was Zardo!!!"
"Zardo!!!" the whole crowd gasps in
awed hushed tones,
"It...it was Zardo!!!"
All I need now is a good theme tune
[Song: O Zar..arr..do! Where do you come from/ Where do you go Zar..arr..do!]
II
O! the ladies of an evening, they come
out onto their balconies to coo
To watch the sun set & the rising of
the Moon
Secretly they sigh and whisper onto
themselves
"O! Zardo, where art thou, my Sweet
Prince, my Secret Love
How my heart it longs, it yearns for
thee,
I can see you, see you almost, upon a
striking Black Horse galloping
[Song: O! Zarr...arr...do, your brooding
dark looks, your flashing blade/
Riding through the Glens of Ireland
yeah!].
O! Zardo, in my dreams I walk with
thee, you hold me in your arms
O! Zardo, can I see it...will you not show it to me....let me touch it, hold it,
feel it...your... your gleaming sword,
your flashing blade yea!
Your golden pen from which
beautiful dreams are made
O! Zardo your golden Excalibur like
sword
Please! O Please! Unsheathe it!"
[Song: O! Zar..arr..do, with your eyes so soft/ But your arms so strong/
O! Zar..arr..do, Greatest Lover of them
all!]
O! the wind it rustles in the trees, a fleeting shadow flits across the fields
"O! Zardo, is that you ? Is that you ? "
they cry,
My Darling ! my Sweetness !
My shadowy Knight, my Heart's
Delight".
[Song: The Wind it whispers
Zar..arr..do/ The valleys they echo
his name]
O! Zardo if only you were here... if
only".
III
Meantime back in my sanctuary
hideaway home, safely ensconced
I reside....like some insanely brilliant
criminal mastermind
Here I can be myself, here I can laugh,
Here I can unwind, let my guard
down
Remove my cape and mask, lay my
sword aside
Here I can feast in peace & toast my
Art sublime
And around my fireside wildly dance
and sing
"O! they know me,
Yet they know me not Ha! Ha!"
Like some impish Rumpelstiltskin.....
[Song: O! Zar..arr..do, Nobody knows from whence he comes/ Or where he goes/ Mysterious Masked stranger/ Fearless Lone Ranger... Zar..arr..do!]
IV
But now, back here in the real world
I must again resume my humble
place/role...my double life
Don my Civy clothes once again
& like a chameleon blend in with the
crowd
Just another nameless face...a mere
office worker by day
[Distant Song: O! Zar..arr..do]
Here I must play another game,
maintain my secrecy at all times,
Feeling like a Secret Agent, feeling
like a spy
I must yes!....I must live a lie
For they must never know my secret
Who l really am... my true identity
Yes! I must be merciful to them &
mercy show them (& to myself also)
For my sun...my sun it would burn too
brightly for them
They'd all be starstruck, yea! they'd go
all funny, all wobbly on me
They'd be stuttering and stammering,
jibbering and jabbering
They'd go all self-conscious on me,
not know what to say or do
They'd be all staring, they'd be all
agog
"I never knew what Genius would
ever look like", they'd say,
"And all the time it was sitting there
right in front of me, right in our
midst,
But... but he's so quiet and he looks so
ordinary"
They'd come down from other floors
just to see me
They'd whisper excitedly "Is that Him? Is that Him?"
And the others would reply "Yes! that's Him, that's Genius! that's what
Genius looks like"
Why! it'd be suffocating, I'd find it
hard to breathe
I'd grow self-conscious too
I'd be just like an exhibit in the zoo.
And yet, y'know, there's this girl at
work, she's really sweet
She always has a lovely smile just for
me
So quiet and so graceful
O! how I wish... how I wish sometimes
I could just tell her, reveal myself to
her, the real me
Silently I call out to her, "No! this isn't the real me you see before you
No! I'm not this dithering Klark Kent
type office mouse
Look!!! (ripping off my shirt and tie revealing my Superman/Zardo vest)
Me! I'm Superman! Yes! I'm Zardo!!!"
[Music strikes up: O! Zar..ar..do! So
strong, so gallant, so bold! Zar..ar..do]
And she'd start to say almost afraid
" You, you're Zardo" and she'd start to
swoon, to feel faint
But I'd grab her and take her in my
arms, my strong embrace
"No!" I'd assure her, "don't be afraid,
no harm will come to thee
Fear not, you won't go aflame
Look! I'm just another human being,
just like yourself"
"But you, you're Zardo", she'd protest,
" Look! " I'd say smiling, "touch me
and see, pinch me if you like
I'm just flesh and blood, no different
than you",
"Come!" I'd say, "take my hand, climb up here onto my horse, Let me take you to the stars and beyond
Yea! Let me take you home, home to my place"
And she'd take my hand and off we'd go
Galloping away together into the moonlit night.
[Song: O! don't go Zar..arr..do, don't leave us here all alone.... They call him Zar..arr..do.....].
And his legend, it goes on....
"Z"
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
It's like
being better
and realizing
it's because
of her
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
Lena, I promise you they’re not as sweet as you think. Sugar wouldn’t melt on my tongue.
Did you know, Poison Ivy used to **** people with her kisses?..
Don’t tell my father, but Maybe, just maybe I do the same?
I’m sorry, Lena I’m so, so sorry... I don’t mean to be icy,
but I see that my breath on your skin gives you chills. And your arresting hazel eyes, well,
they just stare at that forbidden place don’t they? Are girls even allowed to kiss?
Lena, your hands move my night gown so softly across my skin. & I let you kiss me everywhere,
just not the rose petals upon my mouth. I promise you don’t want to touch me there, please,
I destroy everyone they touch.
I see you bite your lip
and it’s the sweetest cry of rebellion.
Maybe one day when the stars aren’t so perfect,
then you & I will be.
*******
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC
It might have been a week since last
What do I know
I don't think about when, where or who
You think so highly of yourself as I look at you
with tease in my eyes
but oh baby
it's just a disguise
You are not the one
Not for me
But easy
In the moment the only thing I see
is you pleasuring me
When I'm done
I leave you
like a piece of toy
left filled with joy
But easy
It's just for a time
you got the prime
When i find
something new
You have been chewed
I leave you wanting more
Letting you know I'm out to explore
sorry boo
I'm not for you
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
In some parallel universe.
Where blessings are curse.
Where doctor are called nurse.
You keep your kids in the purse.
You sit on the dogs and houses are guarded by horse.
Where the grains are powder and the flour is coarse.
Where the rain is burning hot and the bird roars.
The money is nothing and your right matters.
The guys are scared to go out in the night and the world is hers.
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
You will feel deeply
Little girls can write like dragon ladies,
galvanise poems and spit them out metallic
slipped through pavement portal cracks
I don’t want to write like a girl anymore
there’s no air holes.
Dragon ladies told me not to
I stuck googley eyes on my conscience
diversion tactics
I hope the world doesn’t eat me
crack sun-roof open
limbs steer in different directions and going around in circles.
No canoe
I want to be an radio ooost
me in their karaoke voices
if you stop being yourself, it will set you free.
Cha-cha-cha.
if you stop being yourself, it will set you free.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
Woman have
more ***** then men
most of the time.
It's pity that
men are bigger *******
all the time...
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC