Do Not Enter

The lock upon
my heart is most secure
no feminist shall
be allowed to enter within
my inner sanctum
those who dare to attempt
to force or seduce
their way into my heart
should be aware
for rejection only awaits their
ill conceived efforts
my mind is firmly made up
tired of the lies
feminists love to spin and
weave endlessly

The Future of Feminism

With the corpse
of feminism lying in the streets
men are free
at last of feminine domination
at long last
females have been confined
to their place
where they belong never more
to roam wild
wreak irrational havoc and mayhem
down upon the
heads of the men in their lives
the feminists having
been put to death peace at last
reigns supreme

Wolves In Sheep’s Clothing

In our name
they commit crimes against humanity
justify their actions
with out right lies and propaganda
bully other nations
then wonder why they hate us with an
undying passion
seek to kill us by any means possible
yes indeed the
people of the most powerful nation on
earth at the moment
are like sheep who don’t pay attention
to the wolves
leading them over the edge of the cliff
right into oblivion

The Point of No Return

She wanted to
control the poet’s life
his each and
every waking moment
the time he
spent with his friends
the books he
loved to buy and read
the tv shows he
so enjoyed watching
the poems
and short stories he
loved to write
so he flat out told her
to go away
told her “Don’t let the door
hit yo ass!”
as he tossed her right
out of his
life with nothing but
the clothes
upon her sorry backside
kicked his
former flame now gone
cold and bitchy
to the curb began his life
all over again

Hanging On For Dear Life

Life is bittersweet the reality
never seems
to quite measure up to one’s
chosen fantasy
often leading to unreasonable
expectations far
more often then to happiness
all one can
do is to hang on tight during
the frequent
storms in order to prevent being
blown away
becoming overwhelmed by the
clouds of despair
until the sun comes back out

What DaPoet Really Wants

All DaPoet really wants
is to write his poems in peace
to spend the rest of his days
within the loving arms
of the woman of his dreams so sweet
the sweetest Angel that ever lived

Yet the Poet knows within his heart
that one can’t always have what he wants
the musical voice of the sweetest Angel
his ears may never be allowed to hear
the warmth of her body, the clean scent of her skin
he may never know or take her in his arms

Yet instead of feeling sad, rejected and lonely
truly grateful DaPoet is
that the sweetest Angel that ever lived
is his most trusted friend and confident
not even his wife knows him better
nor does she really care or try to understand

Yet it would do no good what so ever
to complain about the weather, the heat or cold
or pine away down south in the state of Georgia
about the things he absolutely can not change
accept them DaPoet must and move onward
for all DaPoet really wants is to be your friend


Why does living with my wife
have to always be a battle and a march
why do we have to fight over each and every issue
instead of living in peace with each other

Why can’t my wife just let me be
if not admire me at least accept me
why can’t she understand that I will never
make her the absolute center of my life

If only she could accept all of me
both my light and dark sides faults and all
an anchor for my troubled soul she could become
instead of fleeing into orbit around her I’d gladly go

No longer do I want to argue with my wife
nor into the arms of another woman flee
but if she keeps pushing me towards the cliffs edge
another woman I might bed just to spite her

My wife knows full well that I outright hate
demanding, controlling and arrogant females
that’s why I hated my stepmothers so intensely
to this day can’t stand my sister-in-laws

So why does my wife insist on acting like one
oh how I wish she could truly see herself as I see her
come face to face with who she has chosen to be
to stop pushing me down a road that I don’t wish to go