POEMS from a Woman to Women

Walk:
~~In spring to the last enchanting flower you can see.
~~In summer to the generous fields – your food to be.
~~In autumn through the falling colorful leaves to see.
~~In winter to the hills sparkling white.
~~In book to the last word there is to find
~~In life so long, so far to find the meaning for.
~~In yourself, all through to the right INSIGHT.

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Sweet Traps

Reticence and dressed in black
With lips so soft and red
Every woman is well clad
Man convinced, he is the best
This easily can be his trap.
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Women Be Strong

Be as it might, it is the women plight
That makes men’s life alright
Her beauty but, her soul so soft and bright
Mostly brings her pain, hurt with all its might.

Either men can – or they cannot
Cherish and worship this heavenly complot.
The tooth of time devil’s own is tool
Beaten, who ignores this rule!

Sorrows, born inside a strong is force
It eats, burns inside and cause remorse.
Sorrow softens down - with the help of time
Inside out - until one mellows down!


Thus know and listen to advice so old and wise!
Before us, they too have lived and learned
And perished with a hope they had
To make others learn what they bereft.


Remorse, if felt in time, a powerful is tool
If only making amends penitents is goal.
If not, the silly thought of cheating God,
Will surely spoil this silly plot!


Only he, who see not this heavenly complot,
Will think and groan and blame his Fate
Not seeing how a legless stool as a rule
The last chance less bright but hopeful is a tool.


Neither one, will granted be redemption.
Soul, like a rose with no thorns can easily be hurt.
The wounds might heel but not complete,
Because scars will show that once there was defeat!


Good and evil are around for us to choose
The right insight will tell what’s right.
Not giving up or in, is called the discipline,
Be true and right and prim as this is how you win!
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Fears and Tears



I wasn’t brave, strong nor was I tough
Played I have with mask on rough.
With the nose up high, I thought I’m sane
I had parents to catch my fall. Why fear?

They helped me up; they have to do for I am who
They have to live for, their future bliss.
But the weather and the rain, is not for us to rein
How small this me so though, I had to learn it rough.

The street was wet and dark and wild
The car they drove was old, my school but paid.
My father tired, my mother, too
It took a moment only and I am alone.

Now tears are falling, fears are here to stay.
Trembling, I try to find my way.
Will I do it, or will I not? I now beware of pride insight.
So I learned only a humble heart sees bright and right.

I but now will learn and do what’s right
Late and alone I am looking back,
I see my mother, father looking sad – and I can’t forget.
Did they go to show me how a fear, prevents a tear?