Our Pseudo-Gerontophiles

 

At 18: “I don’t do small boys”  

Her friends laugh and call it growing age  

She swears she won’t settle for her mate  

Wants conversations, not playground men.  

Wants wine, not soda, not chasing girls.  

Wants something serious, not instead.

  

At 23: “I can’t date my age mate.”  

The boys feel loud, the men feel instead.  

She tests the weight of older men.  

They call her wise beyond her age.  

She rolls her eyes at boys her age,  

And leaves the room of boys.

  

At 26: “I like older men.”  

No more debates with boys  

No more guessing who she is instead.  

She wants a partner, not a mate.  

She wants a story, not a girl’s  

idea of love, but a grown age.

  

At 30: “Why are you men only after younger girls?”  

“Date your mate instead”  

The irony sits heavy in this age  

She was the girl who skipped the boys

Now she’s the woman asking men

to look at women their age.

 

We trade the mirror for the mate  

Ask the market what it wants instead.  

Are we chasing men

Or running from boys?  

Who decides the rules of age?  

Who decides who gets the girls?

  

The years keep turning on their age

The question never leaves the men

Why not your mate?  

Why always instead?  

Why not the boys?  

Why always younger girls?

Maybe it’s not boys or men  

Maybe it’s age we blame instead 

Maybe we all just want a mate.

THE SPOKEN WORD VERSION OF THE POEM

Ladies and gentlemen...

Let me tell you a story.

Not about one woman.

Not about one man.

But about a cycle...

that keeps repeating itself.

At eighteen...

She says,

"I don't do small boys."

Everyone laughs.

"You'll understand when you grow older."

She says she wants conversations,

not playground arguments.

She wants wine,

not soda.

She wants maturity,

not boys still trying to become men.

She says,

"I won't date my age mate."

Fast forward...

Twenty-three.

Now she says it louder.

"I can't date my age mate."

The boys seem noisy.

The older men...

they seem calm.

Experienced.

Established.

She is told,

"You're so mature for your age."

And somehow...

that sounds like a compliment.

So she walks past the boys...

and into the waiting arms of older men.

Then comes twenty-six.

No hesitation now.

"I like older men."

No more debates.

No more explanations.

She wants a partner.

Not just someone to call "boyfriend."

She wants a story.

She wants certainty.

She wants what she believes

only older men can give.

Then...

Thirty.

Something changes.

Now the question sounds different.

"Why are men always chasing younger girls?"

"Why don't they date women their own age?"

Pause...

Isn't that interesting?

Because yesterday...

she skipped the boys

to date older men

Today...

she wonders why those same older men
are skipping women
to date younger girls.

Life has a strange way
of handing us mirrors
when we expected windows.

We ask the market
to change its demand...

without remembering
how we shaped it ourselves.

So tell me...

Are we really chasing men?

Or are we simply running away from boys?

Who wrote these rules?

Who decided
that age equals value?

Who decided
who gets chosen...

and who gets overlooked?

Year after year...

The calendar changes.

The faces change.

But the questions remain.

Why not your age mate?

Why always someone older?

Then later...

Why always someone younger?

Maybe...

just maybe...

it was never about boys.

It was never about men.

Maybe...

it's the stories we tell ourselves
about age.

Maybe...

we've spent so much time chasing
what looks mature...

that we forgot maturity
has no birthday.

Maybe...

we've blamed age...

for what character
was supposed to answer.

And maybe...

deep down...

all of us...

are simply looking for one thing.

Not perfection.

Not status.

Not numbers.

Just...

someone to call...

our mate.

Thank you.

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Is This The Life You Wish For

 

Is This The Life You Wish For?

"Good things will come to you in ways you could never anticipate or expect. Yet if you're constantly placing judgment, conditions and restrictions on your life, you'll miss out on most of those good things."_ Ralph Marston.

Imagine if the bell refuses to suffer the pain
To be caused by its dangling scrotum
How will it ring for ritual to start?

Is this the life you wish for or not?
Reschedule your life
The life of muteness you must quit
And start making your desire show
To grow out of your hole
And quit lay low
For success is yours if you do so

The crickets are singing always by day
Do you notice?
The crickets knew they were not heard by day
They rescheduled it
So to be sang aloud and heard at night
And the tick tock of the wall clock
Is always a sweet song at night

So if still
You're still not living the life you wish for
You need still
To start reschedule your life adventure.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

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Examine The Relationship Between Man And Nature In The Solitary ReaperBy William Wordsworth

Question:- Examine the relationship between man and nature in The Solitary Reaper.

Answer:- The poem by William Wordsworth; "The Solitary Reaper" is such that gives expression to the overwhelming influence that nature exercises on a romantic poet, especially William Wordsworth. The poem is about the attraction and effects the song from a farming lady had on the poet.

According to the question, "the relationship between man and nature" should be interpreted as "the relationship between human being and his or her environment". This can be viewed in two ways, the relationship between "the solitary reaper"(the lady farmer singing) and her environment, the relationship between the listener(William Wordsworth) and his environment.

Both the singer and Wordsworth(the listener) got united to nature(their present natural environment) with the beauty of music or musical melody. The solitary reaper used her singing to suppress all worries that were assumed by the poet in the context of the poem while the poet, on the other hand, show

ed the effects of the song on other entities like "the weary bands of travellers", "Vale profound/ is overflowing with the sound", "Breaking the silence of the seas".

Even though the poet confessed he didn't understand what the song was saying and tagged it to be "plaintive numbers", the last four lines of the poem, showed the poet was still able to hear the lady's song in his own heart, when the distance he had covered had prevented him from hearing the lady's voice:
"I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more"

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings flying)

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Analysis Of Life In Our Village By Markwei Martie

In our little village
When elders are around,
Boys must not look at girls
And girls must not look at boys
Because the elders say
That is not good.

Even wn night comes
Boys must play separately,
Girls must play separately.
But humanity is weak
So boys and girls meet.

The boys play hide and seek
And the girls play hide and seek.
The boys know where the girls hide
And the girls know where the boys hide_
So in their hide and seek,
Boys seek girls,
And each to each sing
Songs of love.
©Markwei Martie

The author of the poem, Life In Our Village, is a Ghanaian poet and writer, he later took to religious path and career.

Looking at the poem which has 3 stanzas of unequal lines, the first stanza talks about the reason why boys and girls must not play together, the second stanza stated the reason why boys and girls didn't heed the advice and played together, the final stanza was about the outcome of the boys and girls play together.

The spoke of reality in an entertaining way. It held a classic rural setting (like in the days when moon
light play was rampant) and the diction was very simple and easily understood by all.

The theme of the poem are:
(1) The theme of irresistibility
(2) The theme of delinquency
(3) The theme of disillusionment

The irresistibility part of the poem was that "humanity is weak"(line 10), the boys and the girls could not help it but play together in spite of elders warnings and reasons.

The delinquency part of the poem showed that youths will always be youths and there are prone to misconduct due to their stubbornness and lack of broad experience of life.

The disillusionment part of the poem was that play was given a different picture different from what the youth knew it to be but they broke such illusion of play by playing together.

In the poem, one would see repetition, parallelism, euphemism, etc.

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Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings soaring high)

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The Things I've Learned (by Missdestiny)

I've learned that knowing "what matters most", seldom happens until it's too late.

That success isn't measured in dollars or assets, but in the company you keep and how much you laugh each day.

That if you can't stay lovers, you should at least stay friends - and if you can't, it was probably never?true love to begin with.

That the best friends are the old ones. They knew you then and still see the "real you" now, even when you're pretending to be someone else.

That a hug from my son can cancel out any bad day, and a hug from my mother is still the fastest way to dry a tear.

I've learned that accepting yourself for who and what you really are, is far more exhausting then upholding an image, but in the end the only rewarding option.

That no matter how much living you did or didn't do when you were young, one day you'll still look back and realize it all went by far too quickly.

That few things in life last forever, and the things that do are usually the ones you never expected to.

That one door closing doesn't always lead to an open window, nor is one man's trash always another man's treasure - but if you don't try to find something positive in every situation, you'll be left with nothing but resentment.

I've learned it's what you did for others and not your profession,??that people will remember when you're gone.

And mostly I've learned that life is full of surprises. Some that make you laugh, many that make you cry and a few that will change who you are forever. And you will many times be left with the decision of having to let go of something you want, in order to get what you really need in your life.

But while life many never be all the things you thought it would be, it is in the end, no more and no less then what you make of it - and its success or demise lies only in you and the decisions you make everyday.

© Missdestiny @booksie,com/miss destiny

Big thanks to Missdestiny and big thanks to booksie.com for this poem

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