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Women, we're simple...just like that

Mon, 30 May 2011 18:00:12 +0100

Women, we're simple...just like that

by Ňíșšŷ Ade on Monday, July 26, 2010 at 9:34am

Women

Referred to in plural

A group, a band

Strong, unnerved

And not so complicated.

Women

Never wrong

Always right

Say what they mean

Mean what they say.

Women

As brilliant

Yet silly enough

To go after their kind

Instead of the unfaithful man.

Women

Flying around

With invisible wings

And when they need fixing

The broomstick is handy.

Women

And their usual routine

Shopping, gossiping, bitching

Crying, accompanied with chocolates

Arguing just to prove u wrong.

Women

Said to be weak

Yet go thru so much

Pains no man can grasp

Motherhood no male can fathom.

Women

Delicate creatures

The longing to be loved

Desired, adored, caressed

And brought to great heights of pleasure.

Women

Smart beings

Taking to little details

Devouting thousands of minutes

To looking simply smashing.

Women

Emotional characters

Seeking one to love

Yet go after the bad boy

Who mercilessly breaks hearts.

Women

Desiring a Mr Right

Tall, dark and handsome

Who finally arrives

Only to find her mind changed.

Women

Playful souls

Knowing what they want

But playing hard to get

The aim: not to be too easy.

Women

Descending from Eve

Beautiful, elegant, fragile

Different, unique, special

And simple, just like that.

2010 © Nissy Ade

A Friend

Mon, 30 May 2011 17:56:42 +0100

A Friend

by Ňíșšŷ Ade on Monday, January 10, 2011 at 11:30pm

I once saw the formulas for love:

Friendship plus peace plus passion.

Different types of friendship, different levels

Experienced from childhood through to old age homes

When you meet that person you click with

An instant magical connection is made

Someone who understands you well

Who sees beauty through your broken windows

At times when a tear rolls down unnoticed

She takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze

Someone who sense your hardship

And her presence alone makes the burden lighter

She listens attentively when u pour out your heart

With a box of tissues and a box of chocolate

A friends who is closer than any family

Who knows u inside out, upside down

Day by day you spend with him

You are amazed at his kind, caring heart

An earthly angel you may describe him

For with his smile, you feel Heaven's touch

A word you utter she understands

Some kind of code she's learnt well

You ponder why you deserve such a friend

And your mind is blank without a reason

Happy are you if u have such a friend

For in this wicked world, there're but a few.

Dedicated to all the friends I have, few yet true indeed.

And to the even fewer friends I made during my 2010/2011 holiday.

Much love, Nissy Ade

My Lost Love

Mon, 30 May 2011 17:55:34 +0100

My Lost Love

by Ňíșšŷ Ade on Wednesday, January 19, 2011 at 10:09am

Love is just a word, I once read

But the feeling itself is undescribable

Something close to, if not magical

And at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Love, that feeling that does things to you

Makes you want to dance when there's no music

Makes you feel like flying without wings

Makes you feel like the next William Shakespear.

I knew I was in love when I saw you

I laid my eyes on you and everything changed

My cheeks turned a shade of pink

My tummy bubbling with nervous butterflies.

You spoke words to me without speaking

Inspiring desires in within me

My hands itched to lay hands on you

And show you some TLC.

My lips wanted to plant kisses on you

My feet ached to move closer

My eyes blinked, still unbelieving

Wondering if you were too good to be true.

My body an emotional kaleidoscope

Feeling like a wild caged tigeress

But a cool, calm, collected lady

For that prized possession has another possessor.

Sadly I watched as I passed you by

Helpless, motionless I wished I had kleptomia

Steal u without a moment's heistation

And gladly make you all mine.

But this would not be the case

All I can do is admit I'm in love

In lust as well, with all those tingling desires

With a hot of pair of f- me shoes.

Dedicated to all the women out there who have once, or twice, or at numerous times fallen in love with a pair of shoes.

19/01/2011

A Woman

Mon, 30 May 2011 17:53:01 +0100

A Woman

by Ňíșšŷ Ade on Tuesday, May 24, 2011 at 7:09pm

A woman, a human being

A being of flesh and blood

Full of life, bubbling with joy

All smiles, and a heart full of love.

A woman, a wife

More than a lover in bed

A cook, a nurse, a servant

Multitasking a skill of hers.

A woman, a mother, a caregiver

A journey started at conception

Through months of tears and sweat

But a joy it is to assume this role.

A woman, a friend, a companion

An advisor, a study partner

An ally who stands by you

Through thick and thin, she's unshaken.

A woman, woman of wisdom

Teaching a profession she loves

Imparting knowledge to the young generation

And making a difference for the nation.

A woman, aged but still strong

A grandmother, fondly called 'nana'

Sitting around the fireplace

Sharing stories of decades ago.

Women, said to be the weaker sex

A lawyer, a doctor, an engineer

Good at what they do in diligence

Still, even better than their male counterparts.

Yet you attack her, you man

A defenseless being, incapable of harm

Who warrants not abuse

For she is nothing but a blessing.

Oh man, what goes through your mind

What enters your wicked heart

Do you reason within yourself

Before you strike the wife of your youth.

Oh son, you see the woman who raised you

Who nutured you as an orphan

But instead of reciprocal love

You rape her and leave her for dead.

Oh father, see your pretty girl child

A beautiful child that could be a princess

But rather than protecting her from the world's evil

You are the perpetrator, a betrayer of trust.

Oh brother, stand still and think a minute

The woman you chained like an oxen

And dragged to the fields and continously assualted

Could in a different situation, be your own sister.

[To Be Continued]