Courtesans

Money and luxury; the rich w****s. Love and beauty; the plain spinsters.

You know not; why? I ask and here I reply

You know many things

Yet they don’t include the thing

You don’t know

 

Yet it’s your day when you’re with posh sans specks

And you are pauper when you reach

The value of your soul

 

Mate!

This world is at your feet

When money and luxury

Those rich courtesans from the streets

Get into your pocket!

 

Materialists survive!

While the souls who know flying

From this cut-throat world

Slowly give up and die in

 

Money and possessions

The courtesans to be sold exclusively

When poor Beauty lies and begs

You see her, mate?

There she cries!

In the streets trampled and cursed

By them Asmodi!

 

 

 

Author's Note

Photos: Mata Hari and an unidentified spinning spinster

Reviews

[msharma]

A mind blowing writeup! Always as good and soothing.

[Kathryn]

Loved it, as always. The photos make itmuch clearer what you're getting at, and the imagery in your words complete it perfectly. I ;oved the slightly less formal approach you used here, well done :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Words and photos are amazing. I understand why woman must do what they must. World ain't easy. Easy money can tempt anyone. Thank you for your always powerful poetry that tells story of real life. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[donny ingraham]

the pictures are great and your poem

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Really nice write, nice pictures, and nice imagery in the lines as well... thought thinking, and really good, i like it.

[Lucy-Mia]

I love the imagery you use for your poems. where did you get them from? they are great. your poems really make you think. ones to read over and over.