we, women

I

me

you

she

child

girl

sister

daughter

woman

lover

mother

we,

women

 

 

We, women

we aren’t

the “weaker”

the “fairer”

the “lesser”

we are

the mother

we are

life itself

no man could exist

no boy child would be birthed

without

woman

 

 

Take back your power

Take back your control

We, women

we are the teachers

We, women

we are the nurturers

We can make change happen

Take action

Teach responsibility, not blame

Teach love, not hate

Teach peace, not war

Teach equality

Teach your children

both feminine

and masculine

that they are enough

that their lives are their own

and that they alone

can define

who and what they are

that they alone can define

what happiness and love

look like to them

that they can choose not to

continue a cycle of violence

but live instead in peace.

 

~Melanie Thomason

a reblog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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desire

the man may

make me melt

in naked need

with but the steam of his breath

and the growl of his voice

leave me dripping in desire

yet that does not make me his

does not make me a prisoner

after all I am a woman

born of the universe

wild and free

and his eyes,

though they do beckon

and warm me,

they do not really see me

for all that I am

 

~Melanie Thomason

4/06/2018

 

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Anniversary Gift

seafoam green

with an excited gleam in his eyes

he hands her a package

silently she opens to find

a fantasy of silk and lace

sea-foam green and barely there

he directs her to undress and put it on

wordlessly she complies

he observes as silk slides across young, pert flesh

he commands her to model it for him

to move with the music

she complies as he watches with hungry eyes

brusquely he pulls it off and tosses it carelessly to the floor

 pushing her roughly to the bed

he can’t be bothered with undressing

he just takes what he wants from behind

when he is done he notices the delicate green silk crumpled under his boot

he tosses it to her and says

“Wash that and re-wrap it before your mom gets home.”

~Melanie Thomason

a reblog, this poem is in my 2nd book of poetry.

Moonpies & Naugahyde

which is available in full color, black and white or on Kindle.

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tangled up in you

Walking around in circles

never seems

to get me very far

Somehow

despite the distance,

I keep ending up

back

exactly where you are

You see my love,

my heart

is all tangled up in you 

And whether or not you want it

there is nothing you can do

My heart keeps returning,

it seems out of my control

You see without you I am lacking,

I am strong

but I am un-whole

Now don’t mishear me,

I’m not looking for fairy tales

Fireworks are overrated,

true love is in the day to day details

I’m not expecting a white knight hero

on a charging stately steed

All I’m expecting is to finally

get precisely what I need

I’m older now

and I’ve been around the block

a time or two

I’m tired of waiting,

ready to start now,

how bout you?

 

~Melanie Thomason

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Interesting book markers (4)

 

IV.

in yellowed pages

a dried rose and baby’s breath

lover’s memento

 

~Melanie Thomason

 

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interesting book markers (3)

III.

a five dollar bill

how very fortuitous

you bought me this book

 

~Melanie Thomason

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interesting book markers (2)

II.

eggs, rice, cinnamon

interesting grocery list

what were they making?

 

~Melanie Thomason

 

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interesting book markers (part 1)

I’ve come across many interesting book markers over the years.  Of course some are plain, some are in the expected form with a nice quote or pretty picture…but some make me wonder about what exactly was going on in the person’s life who last read the book I’m now holding.  It’s easy to imagine for some…the dried flower, the business card…others are a bit more perplexing the strip of toilet paper, the lock of hair…

I myself have marked a place with whatever is handy…a used envelope, a stick of gum, a paperclip…yet some of the things I found I don’t think people meant to discard.

Anyway I was just think of this and decided to write a few haiku on the subject. Here is #1

unpaid power bill

now reading by candlelight~

books illuminate

 

 

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

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