A Women Always Know Limerick

My personal experience has no “sometimes” to it.

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Back when I was immature (last week)
And had urges to suppress,
I wanted to be a ladies man
And at times I would obsess.

This Glorious Passage

Photo by Roger Levien

My past is as implausible as
the tale of a frail
butterfly that flies from Mexico to Canada.
Why? How? To what purpose?

Here and now, I’m between
million-year-old mountains
and the damp, salty shores of
one of an ocean’s quiet, protected bays—
where the fish and the plants and the chemistry,
change day by day, but where the whole is eternal,
where a thousand centuries is as a day.

An ocean and mountains
show us who we really are,
Mere children pretending to be
some heroic captain,
braced on a stormy quarter deck
defying the gale,
the rocks too close.
But the ocean knows it
has swallowed many like us before,
and will take many more.

Questions That Come With Age

The clock… relentless.
What’s my allotment going to be?
How to make the best of it?
How to keep dignity,
avoid a failure of imagination,
avoid self-pity….

“Savor each moment…”
Yes, well that’s a cliché.
I know what’s coming,
What I’ve lost for good.
The trick is to
Savor these, too,
With a little grace.

No lies in the mirror.
No false smiles.
No regrets.
No cruelties.
Kindnesses given
with no expectations.

There are enough
bitter herbs around.
But

One surprise smile is enough
to recharge a whole day.
Thank you, darlin’

School of the Electric Fence

Photo by Richard Calmes

I suppose I knew this,
once upon a time,
but love is a little like
the electric fence I used to
crawl through to get to the woods.

You have to be cautious, not timid.

(I wouldn’t go so far as to agree with
Crosby when he said being with Joni was
like falling into a cement mixer.)

The Sneaker 外岩の詩

Damselflies flutter about
Among the green, broad leafs
Above the mountain stream,
Darting through the river rocks
That make a natural bridge
To the mountain boulder field,
Where stone goliaths lie in wait.

Halfway up The Sneaker,
My love fights to hang on
To nothing more than a pebble:

WOMEN

First published on my blog,www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on March 9, 2016 in honor of International Women’s Day, 2016. This poem was also a part of my “52 weeks journey with the letter “W”, an weekly poem for 52 weeks starting with a word with the alphabet “W”.

Women
Wonder everyday
Where would we be
Without them
Mother,sister,beloved,lover
Wife

Strong Women

When it’s time to’ man up’

We are told to ‘grow  a pair’

Balls will make us stronger

But that’s not very fair!

Why are they so special?

To make us act so tough

In those awful moments

When life gets really rough

A Woman’s Prerogative Limerick

I have a friend who has a very wonderful purse and handbag collection. She has great taste and a great eye for fashion. My friend has been able to have all the great designers in her collection. I have had the fun and pleasure of accompanying her when she has been looking to add to the collection. I can’t see how having a little expertise in handbags can be a bad thing. And I still find it interesting that a wallet can cost more than half of the cars I had in college – a lot more!

A “Stupid Man” Limerick

An Answer For Everything – relationship courage

Having been married three times, there have been a few lessons that I have learned, some the hard way.

One of the most important ones has been that it is unrealistic to expect someone’s human nature to change and foolish to ask someone to change – best to love them just the way they are.

What defines our Beauty?

Am I my lips, my hair, 

Or my skin achingly fair?

 

Am I my eyes, my breasts

That wish to protest but succumb to contests?

What I Know About Women

What I Know About Women…
I Learned From You…
All the women I have been lucky enough to know.

Back when I was immature (last week)
And had urges to suppress,
I wanted to be a ladies man
And at times I would obsess.
It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be,
I’ve come to reassess.
I’ve tried to bat my baby blues
To get women to undress.
They’ve taught me when I go there…
Not to expect success.
But I’m a typical stupid man
So I keep trying, nonetheless.
I know next to nothing about women.
To that I’ll willingly confess.
I’d never suggest I had a clue,
Not even under duress
And if tested on the subject,
It would prove I know even less.
Women have gender specific wants and needs.
They have feelings they must express.
Why’d they want a stupid man to do that
Is anybody’s guess.
I thought being open and honest
Was a way I could impress,
But what I’ve come to discover
Is it’s a way for men to transgress.
Any time that I’ve been truthful,
I just caused them lots of stress.
If they already know the answer,
Why ask, “Do I look fat in this dress?”
Now, I can identify female fury,
Especially directed at me in excess.
Since I’m usually the cause of it,
I’ve learned to grovel with finesse.
I’ve been told a cranialrectomectomy
Was the only way I could redress.
Wow, that’s a frightening image
That I have to repress.
I have an uncanny ability
To find all the wrong buttons to press
That will unleash female ferocity
And make a gal aggress.
A woman on the warpath
Will wantonly oppress,
So my philosophy with women,
To which I openly profess,
Is always avoid arguments –
Retreat and acquiesce.
The path of least resistance
Is how I clean up a mess.
Please don’t think that I’m a misogynist.
That’s something I need to address.
I’ll admit I’m a recovering womanizer
With no intentions to regress.
Now there’s nothing that I’d rather do
Than save a damsel in distress.
Then give them all the TLC
They need to convalesce.
I’ve found that a good foot rub
Will be rewarded with largesse.
There’s no telling where you might end up
With a well timed sweet caress.
And when they ask if you do windows (or anything else, wink wink)
You had better answer “YES!”

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Watching the beautiful sights
Wiggle, jiggle and sway
As they walk on by
While i wait for a beauty
To arrive

Women

As I ponder
the complexities of life
I cannot forget
the insanity of women
and all their
wonderful complications