A Woman's Scorn Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A Woman's Scorn

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A wise man said a woman's scorn
is given to her when she's born.
She carries it, though under cover,
a secret weapon for a lover
who dares defy her even once,
it's no excuse to be a dunce.

I have been chosen so it seems,
though never in my wildest dreams
did I expect this sly attack
which was prepared behind my back.

You see, to tell the real story,
the saga started with a sorry
but unbeknownst to me entré,
presented as a joyful play.

There lived, in cloudy inner city
a middle aged and rather pretty
and intellectual grandmother
who had been searching for another,

a better purpose in her life.
The task of playing the good wife
and caring for rambunctious kids
did drive her to consider bids

elsewhere in regions of the globe.
While sitting in her purple robe,
she'd dream of knights without a flaw
and then, on the TV she saw

how history had proven often
that free-verse thoughts would help to soften
society's ingrained conventions,
and slowly ripened her intentions.

God, thank thee for the internet,
where countless lonely hearts have met.
She surfed in all the continents
from Adelaide to Arab tents.

And found, (she was articulate) ,
a hopeful one who, old but fit
was quite intrigued by her Hello,
but too naive for any pro.

And now, my friends, this poet skips
four stanzas (sealed must be my lips)
it seems that she did want a toy
to be converted to a boy

without the right to pick and choose
and somewhat big for his own shoes,
she needed in her midlife crisis
not booze or other neat devices

but human flesh in all its glamour,
(and may I use the word 'enamour') ,
so, with her woman's intuition
consolidated her position.

The only fly in this sweet ointment,
which led to bitter disappointment
was that no man, unless deranged
appreciates if an estranged

no matter how erotic soul
attempts to press him in a role
where he must don the leather gear
and, kneeling, mumble 'May I, dear? '

So, programmed for a premature
resounding failure, all the lure
collapsed in waves of turbulence,
there was the thought of 'staying friends'

but that was not at all to be,
so now the fly, with glee, broke free,
and left the spider's sticky net
still wondering why they had met.

And silence now descended gladly
upon the two, though, rather sadly
were days at first, though they prevailed
it was quite clear that they had failed

an undertaking which was wrong,
as only those who, cold and strong
will contemplate and carry through
since they have nothing else to do.

But let me, just for a small second
digress from what the target reckoned,
a friend of mine is youngster lightning
his mother's who is somewhat fright'ning

is wise beyond our wildest dreams,
and sees a thing for what it seems
her name is, fittingly, Dame Thunder
and she did look at this sad blunder

perhaps she is the one behind
this new attack upon the mind
All men have, it is known, a horn
to ward off any woman's scorn

So bring it on, use your resources
of darkness and malignant forces
a dream that roses will adorn
is what I want, not woman's scorn.

Ronberge . 12 August 2005

Pretty tight rhyming there and enjoyed every line. Good one! Amicalement votre Ronberge

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Allan James Saywell 12 August 2005

Although i am not a great fan of rhyme i can understand a poet doing it if he is good at it and you are certainly good at it a great read Herbert Warm regards Allan

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Lawrence S. Pertillar 12 August 2005

Nice one here, Herbert! Congratulations. LSP

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Herbert Nehrlich1 12 August 2005

I am honoured to have three great poets like my work. Thanks guys Best wishes Herbert

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Maty Grosman 12 August 2005

It's good to find substance behind words, moreover when presented in a tone that suites it so well. I enjoyed a lot, both the ideas, and the humor. thanks! Maty.

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Fay Slimm 07 January 2009

Although you were certainly being brave in choosing this subject Herbert - - - - I have not stopped giggling yet at all the punches you masterfully pulled out of the bag to answer the topic put in your first line - - - - a terrific read...... and I as a female have to watch my step eh? Greetings from Fay.

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Emancipation Planz 21 November 2008

Yep... H.x, loved this one... ('you.mure me) .. with it..

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Lawrence S. Pertillar 14 August 2005

Nice work Herbert! I love the first line...'A wise man said a woman's scorn is given to her when she's born.' Having three sisters and being the eldest, i have been through the conditioning process...LOL. LSP

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Mary Nagy 13 August 2005

I also enjoyed this poem Herbert. I think many women find ourselves using this 'weapon' without thinking.....a little trigger happy. It's wonderful how you bring to light topics that are just 'human' topics that we can all relate to. Great job. Sincerely, Mary

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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 13 August 2005

I liked it Herbert...I'm sure you've heard the saying: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. This brings that to mind.

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