They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
They said my house was licking clean,
no word I spoke was ever mean,
I had an air of mystery,
But... They went home.
My praises were on all men's lips,
they liked my smile, my wit, my hips,
they'd spend one night, or two or three.
But...
fabulous. In your poems, i see a woman who's got heaps of confidence stored up in her. They always go home, amidst the praises and all. Nice one
The power of a strong woman scares the weaker men. Your poem brings forth the reality of those men who face such dilema due to whatever reasons. A lovely heartfelt poem, Maya. Rehana NAZLI London,13th August,2009
reminds me of one greek myth... though i forgot which one. it's about a beautiful woman, who was always adored by men, envied by women, but even with such stunning looks, men just smiles, pauses then admires her, then continues on their journey once more. or in your words... 'they went home'. it seemed that no one thought good enough of themselves to be worthy of such beauty.
they went home.....thhis is commen everywhere now, men spending few days with you, admiring you, loving you and faking you at last leaving you.
Another poem on the castigation of patriarchal hegemony.
My praises were on all men's lips, they liked my smile, my wit, my hips, they'd spend one night, or two or three. But... understanding the life of a woman. tony
My praises were on all men's lips, they liked my smile, my wit, my hips, they'd spend one night, or two or three.///satirical stanza
Yeah! .. I'm one of those avid admirers that hate to break hearts and have a one night stand just because I saw something that pleased my heart. To all the cute and sexy ladies out there, I wanna say, Yes I did! ..