La India Bella de Puerto Rico

She clothed herself in righteousness
She bathed herself in Love
She crowned her head with honor
Her Strength came from Above
She walked and talked with Angels
Her children called her Blessed
La India Bella de Puerto Rico
Has now gone home to rest

Poem: Honor Among Thieves

Honor Among Thieves

There is no honor among thieves
For all men lie
As they hide thier insecurities
Behind Walls of false pride
Thieves they are
As they steal from
Hearts so willing to give
They speak of love
ut it is not for love
That they live
They live for self
On a mission to quench
A desire unquenchable
For no woman could ever Suffice or satisfy
A love so fallible
Beware, young maiden
These thieves seek not
Monetary gain
Only lonely hearts
To add to thier collection
And seal thier reign
Thieves who wish to be
Kings
Over Broken hearted Queens
Dethroned, by lies of love and memeries of broken dreams
Seeking heroes
As these thieves proclaim to be
Perhaps I could be like them
A cold hearted women
Stealing the hearts of men
Using beauty and wit to draw them in
Perhaps I could learn to
Speak lies As they do
But what would it
Profit me to act a fool
I am not like you
I am what I am
Creation of love
Woman of honor
Leaving the past behind wth all it's pain
A Queen
With or Without a King
I shall Reign!

Poem: I am desire

I am desire By Maggie Moore

I am desire incarnate
Spawn from the belly of a beast
A Progeny of sinful deeds
I am desire personified
The impious, licentious creation of dust
A shameless, brazen, image of lust
Created by manipulation and exploitation of trust
I am a duplicate, counterfeit, fake ass version
Of someone else’s pain
My counselor, mentor, professor of shame
Taught me, trained me, qualified me
To wish for, to yearn for, to need more
Of his touch
But I was just a child
Too blameless, too guiltless, too ingenuous
To lust
I was a block of clay
Molded, fashioned and formed
By the dirty hands Of little boys scorned
That knew what they should not have known
And so I’ve grown
I have multiplied and intensified
From a spark into a flame
Unbridled passion that cannot be tamed
Still playing the hand Of another man’s game
A rampant, prevalent, blatant fire
Consuming, awe-inspiring, passionate liar
Cynical, exhausted, jaded and tired
I am crushed, shattered, broken and bruised
I am cast-off, recycled, worn and used
I am smashed, crashed, damaged and destroyed
Invalidated, negated, barren and void
I am a product of someone else’s pain
Playing a hand in someone else’s game
Carrying the weight of someone else’s shame
Game over
I am throwing in my cards,
Lord Deal me anew
Heal me, restore me, make me like you
Mold me, fashion me and form again
Into a mother, a wife, a lover and a friend
Into a rampant, prevalent, blatant fire
Liberated Emancipated Released entire
Forgiving and Forgiven
I am desire

Poem: Living a Lie

Living a Lie

I live a lie that tells me I am in control
As i search relentlessly for someone to hold
In the dark of night as my soul grows cold,
just hold me
Hold me!
Though you know me not
In the morning when he is gone and my soul does beg
before night arrives again, and loneliness falls like a plague
Just hold me
who ever you may be
Hold me!
You seeLoneliness is my affliction
But the warmth of his arms as i breath in his scent
that is my addiction
And so i become everything that i am not
To be all that he needs me to be.
for the moment so that he does not leave
Until the sun rises and i am free
and in the rare accurence that he does return
i will fan his flame until fire burns
and his flesh yearns for mine,
till the sun shines and he must leave
though his hands caressed my loneliness
and satisfied my need
the momentary satisfaction of what he did in deed
love him i cannot
for love will cause my heart to bleed
and so he must leave
and i remain in the condition i am in
As I walk with the weight of the guilt of my sin.

Poem: Woman

Dedicated to my husband

I am woman
From the rhythmic sway of my large curved hips
To the sensual swoop of the curve of my back
from the powerful words that exude from my lips
to the hands that provide without lack

from the deep set eyes that pierce your soul
to the feet that walk behind you by just one step
from the ego building submission that makes you whole
to the self educated intelligence that gives me depth

It makes me no less of woman because I love my "Man"
it took nothing from me to help him stand
I have no ego: so it did not break me
To put my hand in his and let him take me

God knew when Adam took the fruit from Eve
that these hips had the power to decieve
He knew that her walk could hypnotize man
that she could cause him to fall, rather than help him to stand

But God also made woman extremely wise
to use the wisdom of her heart and not the movement of her thighs
To let her husband wear his God given crown
To build him up and not tear him down
To serve him and know that she is not his serv-ant
To give when all her giving is spent
To rise up when she would rather lay down
To know that she too, is wearing a crown
To know that in order to be a Queen
She must allow her Prince to become a King

I am woman
From the rhythmic sway of my large curved hips
To the sensual swoop of the curve of my back

And...I...am...yours

True Success

I have my own definition of success derived from my own life experiences. I believe whole heartedly that success is not measured by what you possess in life but rather by who you are and how far you have come. It doesn't matter if you were born from wealth or poverty, it only matters if you have risen above the circumstances and jumped over the hurdles that have tried to impede your growth. Aging happens to all of us, but growth happens only for those who seek it.
I was however, wondering how others define success. I am looking forward to an in depth conversation regarding this matter. Thank you for your help.