Saturday, June 28, 2014

If I Were a Queen

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If I were a queen and reigning supreme,
it would be my dream.
Any men I’d abhor, I’d show the door,
each self-obsessed boor
sent to the shore, and pushed off.

I’d never again have to deal with the men
who say "I’ll touch you when,
I can get something out of it."
Or deal with the laughter of married male friends:
“Oh, what, dumped again?”
I’d say, “You’re misled.
Now off with his head!”
Men would truly know
who was running the show;
they wouldn’t dare go
unless I said so.

Yes, if I were a queen
it would be my dream.
I’d never be lonely,
I’d have my own pony,
to love.

© Julianne Carlile

Tuesday, June 3, 2014


Beauty is a Gift of God...
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
couldn’t put beauty on the map.
Beauty is truth and truth is beauty.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
All men seek beauty—
it is said the two words most said by men
before making love is:
“You’re beautiful,”
and yet no one knows what it is.
The destroyer of strong men and their horses,
the fields of flowers go on
but the men and their horses are gone,
until the next trip.

© Julianne Carlile

This poem took second place in the Wilda Morris Poetry Challenge for May, 2014.