Love songs and poetry by women about men.

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betty swollocks

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Chatting to a male friend yesterday, we couldn't think of of a single instance between us,
By men about women, the list was endless, but the other way round, we were stumped.
Don't women celebrate and revere men in verse and song the way men do women, or was our knowledge just lacking?
Instances please.
 

AndyRM

XOXO
Location
North Shields
There's a rather famous one sung by two rather famous ladies, albeit about completely different men.

I think it's called "I will always love you" or summat...
 

coffeejo

Ælfrēd
Location
West Somerset
Elizabeth Barret Browning's Sonnet 43 is a beautiful piece of work, despite the mind-numbing title

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
 
THEY SHOULD HAVE ASKED MY HUSBAND
by
Pam Ayres

You know this world is complicated, imperfect and oppressed
And it's not hard to feel timid, apprehensive and depressed.
It seems that all around us tides of questions ebb and flow
And people want solutions but they don’t know where to go.

Opinions abound but who is wrong and who is right.
People need a prophet, a diffuser of the light.
Someone they can turn to as the crises rage and swirl.
Someone with the remedy, the wisdom, and the pearl.

Well, they should have asked my ‘usband, he’d have told’em then and there.
His thoughts on immigration, teenage mothers, Tony Blair,
The future of the monarchy, house prices in the south
The wait for hip replacements, BSE and foot and mouth.

Yes, they should have asked my husband he can sort out any mess
He can rejuvenate the railways he can cure the NHS
So any little niggle, anything you want to know
Just run it past my husband, wind him up and let him go.

Congestion on the motorways, free holidays for thugs
The damage to the ozone layer, refugees and drugs.
These may defeat the brain of any politician bloke
But present it to my husband and he’ll solve it at a stroke.

He'll clarify the situation; he will make it crystal clear
You'll feel the glazing of your eyeballs, and the bending of your ear.
Corruption at the top, he’s an authority on that
And the Mafia, Gadafia and Yasser Arafat.

Upon these areas he brings his intellect to shine
In a great compelling voice that’s twice as loud as yours or mine.
I often wonder what it must be like to be so strong,
Infallible, articulate, self-confident …… and wrong.

When it comes to tolerance – he hasn’t got a lot
Joyriders should be guillotined and muggers should be shot.
The sound of his own voice becomes like music to his ears
And he hasn’t got an inkling that he’s boring us to tears.

My friends don’t call so often, they have busy lives I know
But its not everyday you want to hear a windbag suck and blow.
Encyclopaedias, on them we never have to call
Why clutter up the bookshelf when my husband knows it all!
 

Fnaar

Smutmaster General
Location
Thumberland
Sheer poetry:
"I'm gonna go out
I'm gonna let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet"
:smile::rain:

 

Haitch

Flim Flormally
Location
Netherlands
Diane Lockwood, His Two Arms

His two arms
dangle,
one on each side of his body
as he stands before the refrigerator,
leans in, and pillages for food—
purple grapes, a hunk
of Swiss, Kalamata olives—
his forearms covered
with a modicum of hair,
not ape-like but manly,
each of his arms
unadorned and no-nonsense,
muscled at the biceps,
not bulging and rippling and knotted
with blue veins
like on guys who pump iron
and wear tank shirts from Gold’s Gym,
but curving and rising
like two hills bordering the campsite
where before you a feast is laid
 

Arjimlad

Tights of Cydonia
Location
South Glos
You just have to think of a female artist or group to come up with some examples..

In Your Room by the Bangles ?
Eternal Flame ?
Dover Beach ? Different Light?
 

Fnaar

Smutmaster General
Location
Thumberland
Mary WoolstoneFrankensteinCraft Shelley:

"Oh come to me in dreams, my love"

Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

’Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.


Slightly less well-known is her ode
"There wast a young gallant from Calcutta"
 
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