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How do you teach a man to love

How do you teach a man to carve out his heart and offer it on an altar

How do you teach a man the meaning of love

The tree of life is love 

God is love 

We say the words, but does man understand those words


I know you didn’t wake up just to read about pregnancy sex
Then again, maybe you did
Well maybe not pregnancy sex to be exact
But we both know the word sex got your curiosity peaked and your eyes glued to a poetic piece that isn’t so poetic after all when you come to think of it.
The how to have pregnancy sex should be the title
Like how does one get past those gas bubbles and constant bloating
Or how do you get past the constant need to pee every 2 seconds, just so you could reach for a blissful orgasm that is intense and more memorable than the fart you just let rip 2 mins into that blessed fore-play session with your darling spouse

Trimester 1 is both blessed and cursed
It can go one way or another
The morning sickness either turns you off completely or your growing uterus suddenly turns you into a nymph wanting to devour her partner every time there’s a flat surface in sight
Trimester 2 is where it starts to get interesting
Your bulging stomach reminds your kind hearted husband that there’s a little hugglemonster in there.
He must now constantly thread ever so gently and lightly else his imaginary ginormous genital rips the veil and cracks the skull of his precious child
Then again that giant bulge can make you too tired to want anyone touching you in the first place

Trimester 3 is usually my favorite.
Morning sickness is a thing of the past.
You’re pretty much used to the pains of your stretching ligaments
And your humongous uterus pushing hard on your feminine parts makes you once more, a sex addict craving only for imaginary sex.
Lets face it, you can hardly bend or lie properly, let alone present your nether regions for some gentle loving

When it’s all said and done
You know you love it.
You love being pregnant and you love pregnancy sex
Be it awesome or non existent
Cos you know it can only go 2 ways
Deliciously GREAT
or Completely Non-Existent
The only thing you want even more is food

🙂

~GE

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SIDE NOTE:
** You wont get the humor in this poem if you’ve never been pregnant, aren’t currently pregnant or if you’re male** 🙂


1914 IV. THE DEAD

By Rupert Brooke

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.

There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.


Oh If I could tell you what love is
Love is the smell of rain on a hot summer day
It’s the smell of Christmas in Paris
It’s that unexplained emotion that keeps you smiling when you smell something reminiscent of your fondest memory

Love is you seeing into my soul and loving me in-spite of my dark side
Love is you believing in me when I didn’t know there was something worth believing in
Love is you holding on tight to me even when I try to break free

Love’s not always that perfect fairy tale
But it’s certainly that rocky start that turns good then perfect
Love’s that mate my soul never knew it needed
Love is coming home to your warm embrace when the world’s worn me out with a bad day
Love is that dose of harsh reality you give me every time we fight
And that reassuring bond we form over again whenever we make up

Love never leaves me ashamed
Love doesn’t make me feel less of myself
Love doesn’t leave me with regrets
Love doesn’t leave me feeling filthy
Love doesn’t lie
Love isn’t something stolen
Love is that slow burning amber that starts with a little spark and glows brighter than a burning bush for all of eternity

Love is me and you
Always and forever
Through pain and joy
Through struggles and triumphs
Through mistakes and infallibilities
Through this world and the next

~~ GE


I see her beauty
I see her spirit
I see her heart
And she inspires me

I see her character
I see her struggle
I see her commitment
And she inspires me

I see her legacy
I see her grace
I see her soul
And she inspires me

She’s my Black goddess
She’s her man’s rock
She’s her children’s idle
And she’s our inspiration

Poetry is her language
Humanity is her cause
Love is her blood
And GOD is her heart

She’s Rosa Park
She’s Josephine baker
She’s Ida Wells Barnett
She’s our hope and she’s our struggle

She’s Marian wright Edelman
She’s MC Lyte
She’s Queen Latifah
She’s Floetry, Carol M Braun and
Maya Angelou
She’s Lucille Clifton, Yvonne Chaka Chaka, Winnie Mandela
She’s Lauryn Hill’s miseducation

She’s the wade in the water
The rhythm in our music
The wind when it blows
The hurricane when it storms
She’s me
She’s you
She’s my African queen
She’s a black girl and she rocks

~GE

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Ever since I heard her story

It’s been hard to get her off my mind

I searched for her name

To hear more

To know more

Just to see her

For to know her, feels like knowing the works of GOD

Her story is that of beauty.

I prayed to the universe

To give me a story like hers

To give me what she was given

A brilliant idea and a resilient spirit

And I would work even harder to multiply it seven folds

I prayed for the beauty of her struggles and her tears

Then I blessed her and hoped someday I could thank her

The beauty of her story is all I know

For her commitment to hard work and perseverance through rejection, I praise her.

I know she may have faced many nights of tears, but her laughter and humble smile is more than I can speak of

Somehow she’s become a modern day Abraham

She reminds me of King David’s Poem; ‘A virtues woman’

~ GE


I wish you made me laugh often
But you didn’t.
I wish you were kind hearted to me,
But you weren’t exactly kind hearted.
I wish you were generous to me,
But you weren’t.
I wish you talked to me a little more,
But you didn’t.
I wish you gave me memories to remember you by,
But you didn’t.
I wish I gave you more,
Perhaps I didn’t.
I wish I meant more to you,
But I didn’t.
Then again, I wish you were worth only your worth to me,
But you were overrated, and I got cheated.
Goes to say;
We are both good,
Just not good to each other.
Imaginary lovers we were,
Loving each other’s deception.
Holding on to words and wishes we knew weren’t worth a penny.

~GE

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