I would much rather see some of your own composing, moon.  Just saying.

     A lady who's mattress I'd
     took over reason
     Gave one last red grin
     and fell over - dead!

     A lady who's matricide
     took over reason
     Gave one last red grin
     and fell over - dead! 
Not much of a lady man are you? Kan
     A lady man?  Not sure what that means.  I assume you meant lady's man but if you decide who I am based on what I write as poetry, well, you are kind of missing the point!  It's a frigging poem!  It's describing something that I thought of at the time - certainly not to be confused with something I did!
This poem worth repeating and hopefully we can all try to live by these words.

=DESIDERATA = Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember What peace there may be in silence As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, And listen to others, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive person, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become bitter or vain For always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble, It is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery, But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; Many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment It is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune, But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You! Are a child of the universe; You! Have a right to be here And weather it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life Keep peace with your soul. With all it’s sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, It is still a beautiful world, Be cheerful and strive to be happy. 
The desiderata is a favorite & a philosophy to live by.
Graham1 wrote: Another favourite of mine.

The Fired Pot
by Anna Wickham

In our town, people live in rows.
The only irregular thing in a street is the steeple;
And where that points to, God only knows,
And not the poor disciplined people!

And I have watched the women growing old,
Passionate about pins, and pence, and soap,
Till the heart within my wedded breast grew cold,
And I lost hope.

But a young soldier came to our town,
He spoke his mind most candidly.
He asked me quickly to lie down,
And that was very good for me.

For though I gave him no embrace—
Remembering my duty—
He altered the expression of my face,
And gave me back my beauty.
It is a great poem, thank you.
I heard a quote just yesterday, a wife to a husband, "Now you have found yourself, & you have got to be brave enough to see that & show it to all of us" I thought that was a bit f inspiration!
Love Song

By Dorothy Parker

My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled—
Oh, a girl, she’d not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world,—
And I wish I’d never met him.

My love, he’s mad, and my love, he’s fleet,
And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
And the skies are sunlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams,—
And I wish he were in Asia.

My love runs by like a day in June,
And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He’ll tread his galloping rigadoon
In the pathway of the morrows.
He’ll live his days where the sunbeams start,
Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart,—
And I wish somebody’d shoot him.
Woman Bathing

Naches River. Just below the falls,
Twenty miles from any town. A day
of dense sunlight
heavy with odors of love.
How long have we?
Already your body, sharpness of Picasso,
is drying in this highland air.
I towel down your back, your hips,
with my undershirt.
Time is a mountain lion.
We laugh at nothing,
and as I touch your breasts
even the ground-
are dazzled.

~Raymond Carver
Never follow me,

I might not feel like leading you.

Never walk out in front of me,

I might not be moodful to follow you.

Just walk beside me...and,

Stay on as my Friend.
elegant candle...
you reminded me of a beautiful Kenneth Rexroth poem I love...

A Dialogue of Watching

Let me celebrate you. I
Have never known anyone
More beautiful than you. I
Walking beside you, watching
That still grace of hand and thigh,
Watching your face change with words
You do not say, watching your
Solemn eyes as they turn to me,
Or turn inward, full of knowing,
Slow or quick, watching your full
Lips part and smile or turn grave,
Watching your narrow waist, your
Proud buttocks in their grace, like
A sailing swan, an animal,
Free, your own, and never
To be subjugated, but
Abandoned, as I am to you,
Overhearing your perfect
Speech of motion, of love and
Trust and security as
You feed or play with our children,
I have never know any
One more beautiful than you.
STRANGE fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the Lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.

When she I loved looked every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening-moon.

Upon the moon I fixed my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.

And now we reached the orchard-plot;
And, as we climbed the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot
Came near, and nearer still.

In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On the descending moon.

My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopped:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropped.

What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a Lover's head!
"O mercy!" to myself I cried,
"If Lucy should be dead!"


For no reason
I start skipping like a child.

For no reason
I turn into a leaf
That is carried so high
I kiss the Sun's mouth
And dissolve.

For no reason
A thousand birds
Choose my head for a conference table,
Start passing their
Cups of wine
And their wild songbooks all around.

For every reason in existence
I begin to eternally,
To eternally laugh and love!

When I turn into a leaf
And start dancing,
I run to kiss our beautiful Friend
And I dissolve in the Truth
That I Am.

The Gift
Poems by
The great sufi master