I am the author of the poetry on this page. I've recently discovered my work on a
member's page (mitchemega), with his name signed to it. I'd be honored to have
my work as part of another member's page.... Infact, it's flattering. However, I ask
that you place the rightful author at the end of the poem. Otherwise, it's stealing...
I have copyrights on my work, and I will retaliate. Thank you so much.
THE BEAUTIFUL MAN
Do we know what a beautiful man is?
The makings of a beautiful man does not include riches, muscle tone, divine features, or genital size, but has everything to do with his ability to love and
be loved. He's courageous enough to step up, or walk away when necessary,
and has the intelligence to know the difference.
He has the capability to tell his woman when she's sour, but not to weaken
her, only to strengthen her so that they can grow together rather than apart.
He'd tell her when she's sweet, leaving no gateway for the next man to
taste his candy.
He takes pride in working for his wants and needs, whether he's compensated
too much, or not enough, because he realizes that the real reward is in knowing that he's doing what he has to do in order to get it done.
He finds no shame in crying when he's hurt because he understands
that shedding tears is just another way of cleansing the soul. He thanks the ALMIGHTY GOD each and everyday for the beauty he's been blessed with,
for he can never show enough gratitude to such a generous FATHER.
He's patient and open minded, yet firm with standing his ground. He's learned
that there is no Cain without Abel. Therefore, some situations cannot be avoided and must be handled with an iron fist.
He sometimes slips, but gets up with vengeance, he's accepted the fact that beauty is not perfection because perfection does not exist. He isn't rich, poor, fat, muscle bound, lean, short, tall, handsome, ugly nor is he of any specific race. What he is lies within his spirit.... he's just plain beautiful.
Ladies, a man like this isn't as rare as we think. We tend to camouflage genuine traits with money, hot bodies, and great sex. We allow superficial characteristics blind fold us, then wonder why we can't find a good man.
I can't point the finger. I shamefully admit, I'm as guilty as you are.
Yours Truly, ANIA
MY GARDEN
If you could look past the roses in my garden,
And still grasp the aroma from the insides.
If you could savor the sweet melody from my chimes,
yet reap the raspy aria of my cries,
You then were created for thee.
My spirit is unto you. Your soul I shall keep.
When my laughter is your bliss,
And my tears are your anguish.
When my peace is your allegiance,
And my wrath is your revenge,
You then were created for thee.
My body is unto you. Your mind I shall keep.
I give you my lips, my tongue,
softness, and the harvest of my honeydew
Welcome to paradise. I've been waiting for you.
Love Always, Ania
THE DARK FALL
I fell in love once.
There was no one there to catch me.
I sprained my ego and injured my confidence.
I wore a cast-iron grill and threw on some make up to conceal the bruises.
Eventually I was able to smile again.
Slowly I learned that make up isn't confidence.
I slipped and fell in love again.
There was no one there to break my fall.
I dislocated my emotions, fractured my esteem and nearly bled out all my trust.
I used anger for the swelling and applied lots of meaningless sex to stop the bleeding.
My doctor told me the next fall like that one may be the last.
I was advised to take another route to avoid painful incidents. I didn't listen.
I fell in love a final time.
I shattered my faith, dismembered my spirit and broke my heart beyond repair.
When momma taught me how to cross a road, She failed to mention the black holes that can destroy me if I fell in them the wrong way.
Now I wear elevated scars of despise and I am numb from the neck down.
I have artificial passion where my heart used to be, and I can only feel tingling between my legs when I'm fondled.
While my body is trapped inside of a cold and condemned soul, I realize no one wants a mental and emotionless paraplegic.
