Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Poetry and Men


Some women believe…
Men aren’t supposed to “feel”
Their misguided perceptions
interpret male emotions as “weakness”
They say; real men don’t cry
don’t crave “real love”
…as if, our hearts shouldn’t know
how to love with…tenderness
living emotion(less)…

Then…why does my spirit ache and
…why does loneliness creep in my dreams
and why do I shed these tears of
…a man without love, without joy
…and why does my skin crave…a touch

Someone to look into my soul
Caress my cheek and say
…they love me deeply
Like no other love
…nothing else would matter
kiss me with sweet lips
…warm and inviting…breathing
I’d inhale…love

Some say, men don’t know love…
maybe, they’ve forgotten about poets*


Jon` B. Crenshaw
Poetry and Men
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousOctober 3, 2011 at 11:48 AM

    "I'd inhale...love"....poets are now quiet fondly remembered especially one called 'Jon ThElitePoet....*sigh*

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  2. jbcrenOctober 4, 2011 at 9:38 AM

    Appreciate you stopping in and thanks so much for leaving such a sweet comment. Thanks again love.

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  3. jbcrenOctober 4, 2011 at 9:39 AM

    Appreciate you stopping in and thanks so much for leaving such a sweet comment. Thanks again love.

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