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The sweet aroma of her hair
lingering long after her departure The light lilt of her laughter Playfully teasing my mind A sudden shiver as I reminisce the gentle touch of her hand Provoked to thought by her inquisitive nature Mesmerized to the depths of my being By the Beauty of Hers Wrapped tight in the warmth of her Love This Is The Core of a Woman |
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your lips are red
your eyes are blue i pour myself inside of you a vessel to hold my secrets a haven for all my pieces a look without judgement an advocate for my plans the rock on which i stand it's the woman that make "this" man |
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The sweet aroma of her hair lingering long after her departure The light lilt of her laughter Playfully teasing my mind A sudden shiver as I reminisce the gentle touch of her hand Provoked to thought by her inquisitive nature Mesmerized to the depths of my being By the Beauty of Hers Wrapped tight in the warmth of her Love This Is The Core of a Woman An ethereal lovely write...thank you... 
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your lips are red your eyes are blue i pour myself inside of you a vessel to hold my secrets a haven for all my pieces a look without judgement an advocate for my plans the rock on which i stand it's the woman that make "this" man An ernest and beautiful write....I never knew we had such romantic men on this site~How wonderful~
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Bright as the moon in the night your love sets everything right
Your astonishing beauty is no ordinary thing it makes me wanna sing Your passion overflowed what my heart can't hold Lovely like the stars beautiful like the sea your love washed all over me 
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Awesome thread girlfriend!!!! I'm gonna sit in the corner reading ... while eating copious amounts of chocolate of course
Thanks for the 'reads' guys! Wonderful! 
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At special request, this poem is called: A Look Inside..................A thousand words could and have been said of a women's; eyes, hair, lips and hips but that is not the core. That's just a precursur a beckoning invitation to the depths. The core....its well beyond the wisdom of the eye, the flick of the lock, the passion driven lips, and the hypnotic sway of the hips. He whom dare travel to the perfect balance, the eye of the storm, perhaps then you may be prepared for a lifetime of education and anticipation. Diving into that which the french call....L'oublier. Translated not "The Forgotten" but "the Bottomless". A journey seldom realized by even the women herself. Sailing through oceans of tears for every emotion, flying over the fires of indignation and yet still never possessing the key to the undestructable fragility. The place where logic originates and disapates, ironically where light eminates. The source of humanity. Mankinds beacon. The abyss of revolving doors and imageless mirrors. A universe of shoebox size compartments labeled in a language unbenounced to man.
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I'm up late, dig this.....Shimmering moon light cascades across the water coming to rest on the flowing hair of her, so lovely dew drops cry out in desperation from beyond the mist, alone she sits in quiet meditation, unaware of natures contempt for eyes soft like butterflies wings, the fire flies surround her in an attempt to capture her beauty forever for the world to see, a vision of heaven on earth not seen before by mortal eyes, a mere dream of some unseen force she gently sways to sounds of unheard music played for only her, she wonders of things gone wrong not knowing that all there ever was is created in her image. DAMN!!!!! I'm copywriting this! LOL Later>
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Ok you guys. I'm working on a piece right now based on a challenge "The Core of a Woman" and it occured to me that nobody is really going to do it better or through more interesting eyes than a man. So you male poets? How about it. Here's your challenge: What makes a woman a woman? Write about the Core of a Woman. Mesmerize us.
OK LET ME CLARIFY~THIS HAS TO BE IN POEM FORM~ Have fun!
okay ill get back to you on this one. i havent written anything in a long time so ill see if this can help my writer's block. |
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Thank you, wiz
your lips are red your eyes are blue i pour myself inside of you a vessel to hold my secrets a haven for all my pieces a look without judgement an advocate for my plans the rock on which i stand it's the woman that make "this" man An ernest and beautiful write....I never knew we had such romantic men on this site~How wonderful~
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Bright as the moon in the night your love sets everything right Your astonishing beauty is no ordinary thing it makes me wanna sing Your passion overflowed what my heart can't hold Lovely like the stars beautiful like the sea your love washed all over me
Wow Hawk...sigh...lovely...
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Awesome thread girlfriend!!!! I'm gonna sit in the corner reading ... while eating copious amounts of chocolate of course
Thanks for the 'reads' guys! Wonderful!
Pass over that chocolate darlin'! There's nothing better than reading these beautiful words out of these seriously romantic and talented men! Who knew????
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At special request, this poem is called: A Look Inside..................A thousand words could and have been said of a women's; eyes, hair, lips and hips but that is not the core. That's just a precursur a beckoning invitation to the depths. The core....its well beyond the wisdom of the eye, the flick of the lock, the passion driven lips, and the hypnotic sway of the hips. He whom dare travel to the perfect balance, the eye of the storm, perhaps then you may be prepared for a lifetime of education and anticipation. Diving into that which the french call....L'oublier. Translated not "The Forgotten" but "the Bottomless". A journey seldom realized by even the women herself. Sailing through oceans of tears for every emotion, flying over the fires of indignation and yet still never possessing the key to the undestructable fragility. The place where logic originates and disapates, ironically where light eminates. The source of humanity. Mankinds beacon. The abyss of revolving doors and imageless mirrors. A universe of shoebox size compartments labeled in a language unbenounced to man. Blue, it is clear that you have indeed found the core of a woman. This is truly stunning...thank you for posting and sharing this~
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I'm up late, dig this.....Shimmering moon light cascades across the water coming to rest on the flowing hair of her, so lovely dew drops cry out in desperation from beyond the mist, alone she sits in quiet meditation, unaware of natures contempt for eyes soft like butterflies wings, the fire flies surround her in an attempt to capture her beauty forever for the world to see, a vision of heaven on earth not seen before by mortal eyes, a mere dream of some unseen force she gently sways to sounds of unheard music played for only her, she wonders of things gone wrong not knowing that all there ever was is created in her image. DAMN!!!!! I'm copywriting this! LOL Later> Copyright it, sign it and give ME a copy!! Love this!!! You need to share more of your work my friend, really...
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Ok you guys. I'm working on a piece right now based on a challenge "The Core of a Woman" and it occured to me that nobody is really going to do it better or through more interesting eyes than a man. So you male poets? How about it. Here's your challenge: What makes a woman a woman? Write about the Core of a Woman. Mesmerize us.
OK LET ME CLARIFY~THIS HAS TO BE IN POEM FORM~ Have fun!
okay ill get back to you on this one. i havent written anything in a long time so ill see if this can help my writer's block. Start writing Mister Man! You've got some impatient women here!!! <<----tap tap tap of her feet.... |
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Thank you, wiz your lips are red your eyes are blue i pour myself inside of you a vessel to hold my secrets a haven for all my pieces a look without judgement an advocate for my plans the rock on which i stand it's the woman that make "this" man An ernest and beautiful write....I never knew we had such romantic men on this site~How wonderful~
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At special request, this poem is called: A Look Inside..................A thousand words could and have been said of a women's; eyes, hair, lips and hips but that is not the core. That's just a precursur a beckoning invitation to the depths. The core....its well beyond the wisdom of the eye, the flick of the lock, the passion driven lips, and the hypnotic sway of the hips. He whom dare travel to the perfect balance, the eye of the storm, perhaps then you may be prepared for a lifetime of education and anticipation. Diving into that which the french call....L'oublier. Translated not "The Forgotten" but "the Bottomless". A journey seldom realized by even the women herself. Sailing through oceans of tears for every emotion, flying over the fires of indignation and yet still never possessing the key to the undestructable fragility. The place where logic originates and disapates, ironically where light eminates. The source of humanity. Mankinds beacon. The abyss of revolving doors and imageless mirrors. A universe of shoebox size compartments labeled in a language unbenounced to man. Blue, it is clear that you have indeed found the core of a woman. This is truly stunning...thank you for posting and sharing this~ |
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Edited by
bigblue29
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Tue 08/05/08 08:02 AM
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At special request, this poem is called: A Look Inside..................A thousand words could and have been said of a women's; eyes, hair, lips and hips but that is not the core. That's just a precursur a beckoning invitation to the depths. The core....its well beyond the wisdom of the eye, the flick of the lock, the passion driven lips, and the hypnotic sway of the hips. He whom dare travel to the perfect balance, the eye of the storm, perhaps then you may be prepared for a lifetime of education and anticipation. Diving into that which the french call....L'oublier. Translated not "The Forgotten" but "the Bottomless". A journey seldom realized by even the women herself. Sailing through oceans of tears for every emotion, flying over the fires of indignation and yet still never possessing the key to the undestructable fragility. The place where logic originates and disapates, ironically where light eminates. The source of humanity. Mankinds beacon. The abyss of revolving doors and imageless mirrors. A universe of shoebox size compartments labeled in a language unbenounced to man. Blue, it is clear that you have indeed found the core of a woman. This is truly stunning...thank you for posting and sharing this~ |
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At special request, this poem is called: A Look Inside..................A thousand words could and have been said of a women's; eyes, hair, lips and hips but that is not the core. That's just a precursur a beckoning invitation to the depths. The core....its well beyond the wisdom of the eye, the flick of the lock, the passion driven lips, and the hypnotic sway of the hips. He whom dare travel to the perfect balance, the eye of the storm, perhaps then you may be prepared for a lifetime of education and anticipation. Diving into that which the french call....L'oublier. Translated not "The Forgotten" but "the Bottomless". A journey seldom realized by even the women herself. Sailing through oceans of tears for every emotion, flying over the fires of indignation and yet still never possessing the key to the undestructable fragility. The place where logic originates and disapates, ironically where light eminates. The source of humanity. Mankinds beacon. The abyss of revolving doors and imageless mirrors. A universe of shoebox size compartments labeled in a language unbenounced to man. Blue, it is clear that you have indeed found the core of a woman. This is truly stunning...thank you for posting and sharing this~ Post the challenge. I believe we're up to it! Ladies??? |
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This is fiction right ah;
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