A poem about a man that fell in love with a woman that takes after Delilah, a biblical figure.
She is beautiful, such a sight to see
An idol for every woman to want to be
Of course there are others, but there's something about Delilah
That makes all men want to seek after her
Could it be the way she wore her hair or the beautiful eyes she has
Or those luscious lips and fat tits and that nice, round, soft ass
It could even be those pretty legs with her succulent feet
It's also possible that it was her clothes or the way she carried herself to meet
There's something about Delilah that made other women jealous
The strongest men bowed down in worship and the weakest of men rebellious
There's power in her speech that dripped like sweet honey
But the lesson we must learn is that she sold out her own husband for money
The strongest of all men fell because of her deceit
Delivering a powerful message that lifted Samson's enemies to their feet
Her love is Quite explosive
Dangerous are her motives
Why did I, of all men, have to fall for her?
I cried tears in sympathy because there's something about Delilah
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
