Okay ladies, since the lovely MsWizard Challenged us gentlemen on the core of a women. I feel its only just to pose the same challenge. What is the core of a man? In poem form please.

The Core Of A Man

The core of a man rests
within his breast; his
heart beats to Love
that which can be
seen, and that which
cannot. His Love is
like a river flowing,
always knowing its
essential direction
despite the detours
nature can impose.
A man knows a detour is
just a detour.

A man is sure of who
he is even when the
world tells him
otherwise;
“you should be this or
you should be that”
simply does not faze
him. He will cry when
his emotions move his
Soul to weep. He goes
with the flow, not
getting stuck in rigid
roles, ego, or pettiness.

A man is protective of
those he Loves, yet when
life’s waves come
crashing in on him, he
knows where to go for
shelter. He can tell when
he’s had enough, and needs
to be held by the arms
of Love.

A man will look you
right in your eyes and
when he does, you know
you’ve seen Truth. His
eyes indeed are the
windows to his Soul, to
all he needs you to know
to Love and understand
him. A man could stand
on his own, yet he knows
“No man is an island.”

A man knows where he’s
been and where he is
going. He will take you
with him, if you let him.
He will make mistakes yet
never take your dignity.
He will let you see
him in his humanity;
he will show you humility,
dependability,
vulnerability,
fallibility,
predictability,
availability,
inability,
ability,
sensuality,
sexuality....the world
through his eyes.

Let him take you with him
as the man that he is.

JDS 08/05/08

ty AngelLight that was very good

I have one on the way~

Blue...

That is NOT fair, I don't write poetry...

That was so amazing, it is though you you know me better than i know myself.

you don't write poetry but you can!

No Baby, I don't know you better than you know yourself. I was only able to articulate my personal understanding of men....and, there is so much more to them than I was able to write at this time....hopefully, there will be more I can verbalize as the days go on.

I can only write of the core of my man, the one man I truly understand and get, the rest of em just boggle my mind.

~The Core Of My Man~

Strip away the layers of him, the ones seen by the outside world
The layers that remain are what has always been seen by me, his core
His gentleness and patiences with unending questions and ramblings of nonsense
His gentle softly spoken words of me, about me, to me
Intelligence hidden from the rest of world yet shared willingly and openly with me
A touch from his hard working rough hands, yet so gentle and soft, full of love
His eyes as they soften when he looks upon my face, hears my laughter
His knowledge of my every whim and mood, knowing even better than I know them
The love that shines from his eyes as he watches and listens to our children gather together
His tears that fall when he cannot ease the pain of me or our children, be it physical or emotional
His core, his very center, open and warm, hidden from the rest of the world
Yet shared willingly and lovingly with me, openly from the start
Nothing hidden, nothing stored away..open from the very first day

Cavatica your man he needs to read this! That is the the core. Thank you for sharing! I'm very impressed. great write.

He will read it with his morning coffee as I have printed it out for him, he is my biggest supporter and fan.

He comes across as strong and crude
And she turns away from him
He stands amongst his friends
Head thrown back with laughter
From some snide remark spoken
In the crowd
He catches a glimpse of her glaring
And he no longer feels so strong
A sip from the glass in his hand
Then he starts towards her
She leaves the room, stepping out
Into the cool night
And he follows her
She speaks angrily to him
As he reaches for her
When she tries to step back
He pulls her to him
Speaking softly
Of his love for her
Her anger recedes
The strong and crude has left him
To be replaced
By tenderness and whispers
As he enfolds her into his arms
Without her
The center of his world would be empty
She is the love of his life
His reason for being
She is his core
tdb 8/6/08

Thank you Seena for your beautiful poem.

Patiently waiting for which i'm sure will be a perfect example of the core.

He is a mural,
A painting of his own liking,
Brilliant bright reds and blues,
A rainbow of many hues.
Strong, bold,
Passionate, unique,
Tender in a moment,
A kiss upon our cheek.
We seek his strength,
long for his caress,
He can be weak,
In love he is his best.
A blazing pen,
Braising our minds,
With words that ignite us,
With a passion that is blind.
He is king of the castle,
jester, a knight,
A man of many colors,
Who fights or takes flight,
He is fatherhood, son,
a lover and friend,
Strong moral character
He'll fight to defend
for the love of his country
or family, he'll go,
He is the many among us,
The ones that we know.
Curious and courageous,
Safe and dangerous,
A flaming ember,
Seeking our breathe
Longing to be understood.
He is an endless
collage of colors,
Brilliant and bright,
Contrasting...
our opposit,
Both dark and light.
Lured in by his core,
A longing desire,
Special, delicate,
A raging inner fire.
Complex and simple,
His painting changes
day by day,
His inner child,
Seeks to come play,
He is of his own liking,
A unique design,
Exploring his palette,
Like a fine line,
Thin or wide,
He stokes the fire within,
By merely painting him.
Upon what was
a blank canvas,
Now is but an infinite
possibily of colors.
The core of one man
is like no other.



SDF 8/07/08

Each time i read this is like the first, just awesome!

We'll see...in the meantime as I'm gathering my thoughts I'm keeping an eye out on this thread and loving what is happening here....ladies, you area brilliant as diamonds~

ok i'm not much on poetry...here's my futile attempt at it.


she crawls into his bed just to smell his scent
his shirts caress her skin as she dreams of where he went
he loves her deep but not like a typical love would be
it's more deep rooted, physically and emotionally
the obsession he has over her fills her soul
she submits to him in every way and this makes each one whole
she lies there in her thoughts each day of the moment he'll return
reeling from the thoughts of the way he makes her burn.

Futile i think not! A welcomed addition, to what is becoming a excellant example of the core of a man. Its so interesting to read the approach that each of you have taken. I'm very thankful to you all.