From the other view of "My Last Write to Men"
IMHO~ Women, somewhere along the line have convinced men to turn into women, not in all respects, have you...and women are turning into men.
Now, claim your role, homeward soul, bring this back in prospective. Otherwise we will never know were any of us stand!
Does anyone see this?..
You can only know me by what I say For only I am perceiving here... Then Asking... without inducing, I Ask... What am I worth to you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I see your fashions of pride All sculpturing nails, and hands with a mouth Turning your faces aside Truly now, is this where your real beauty hides?
Can you find the sidewalk that leads back? For its only called home if your there Let me know, so justly soul, why I even call for you here!
Do you still need me, Like I need you? Lead my persuasive self, dear But save me from all your persuasions And soften the crosses I bear!
Comfort my sorrows and yens O’ apostle of apostles, so gentle and meek, Can you see Mary, who opened His tomb again?
Devotedly suffering, I saw you once, amid my mustering heart Lean on me again with love unfeigned and lead all my doubting apart!
Elaborate in reason, for us mine my maze, if you will Help me face my enemies, knowing your home preparing for me smoothing these plights of the He
As the tendrils of the honeysuckle entwine the mighty oaks, you too kept me strong with songs of affectionate tongue
So Sing again! Sit beside me, subserving Strive, O’ my ambitious one! Your hidden treasures awaiting I cling to nothing, when your gone
Fit our children, as women and men and train us all to perform A moral oasis is falling from a place we once called home!
Keep prayer within me, I cry and teach this child His why The wayward passions of our youth today need your keeping and watchful eye!
Stop the heartless with your syrup Your sweetenings of sympathy and love! Change the flavor of our cups For all will fall without it on this hard and suffering earth
And make this world beat in your heart once more I depend on your influence here In a country once, so tis’ of Thee It was stronger than all innocent death! Pleasing You, Oh rise up! And, with Him, Cast your light on this darkening breath!
For I am Man Make sense of my confusion This is my last write to women... Maybe with His help, If your worthy enough, You can helpme put this world back together again!
and everyone will be whole once more!
Copyright 2006 KimmyVanKooten
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Reviews of "My Last Write to Women"
Reviewed by Chris Fitzgerald (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2006
deep truth,and like Mr. Ed I too miss the good old days!!Chrissy
Thank you for this. I am proud to know there are people like you still alive and breathing. America. We have become our own worst enemy.
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2006
You ROCK dearest Kimmy!!! Tell it like it is..I was invited to one of those home meetings of cosmetics and all they could talk about was retirment and Mercedes...Barf...HEHHE
With all these signs of moral confusion and social decay around us, no wonder Luke tells us that when we see these signs, to look up for our redemption draws near. Let's pray that there will be a moral backlash and a groundswell call for a return to moral certainty and social security.
Kimmy, what I like about your poetry is, it is not so simply written that it can be read once and be understood. I find myself reading them two, three or four times to make sure I get the full flavor of the piece.
Rusty
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2006
Oh that everyone be whole once more. This is another powerful poem for Women this time Excellent..........Kimmy.
quite a poetic piece Kim, I guess I should say good luck on putting a million year old mess back together, I know you've read or heard about Sodom & Gomora in the bible, if I spelled it right
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Our modern world seems to strive for homogenous sameness in almost everything, and I, for one, miss The Good Old Days.
Chrissy
Rusty
L&P,
Joselyn
God Bless
Michelle~