Mutual Respect written by SMiles at

Mutual Respect

Mutual Respect

written by: SMiles



This world’s a make-believe
a super highway of instant gratification
sewerage tunnel of traditions and long-held beliefs
a toilet,
flushing away stone skimmers and hand holders
steering away from the face chats

into the path of Internet porn, phone sex and dial a copulation
replacing courtship, commitment and devotion
annexing the sixties songs, sung to the beat of revolution
when equality sanitised the chauvinistic mind

louder than an hyena’s laugh
piercing the silence of restful souls, screaming obscenities
blinding reality, stealing sanity from the unsuspecting
selfishly fuelling vanity as it floats the boats

rumba’ing the female form, leaving all to the imagination
a litany of broken shells discarded in its wake
jetsam and flotsam washing out and beaching
protruded tongues, remnant of the prolonged gawking

right, being on the side of the beholder, the weaker sex brought to heal
drooling to the sashaying hip rhythm, beating out sways to the swagger
a verbal paralysis sets jaws beyond the capacity to converse
enslaving the ocular Homo erectus to a mere disciple

an itch begging to be scratched
burning man’s taste for a micro second, in her fire
fantasizing to endure a flickered smile, before the yearned for decamps
fluttering from flame to flame, resettling in a pasture new

a moth drawing the flame to the she
cling vested, untethered and free
confidently youth’d
a wised up, experienced exponent of her charms

reminder, to the when the world was equal, women revered
as men chased, women waited
the males ran while the female made choice
and respect, was a mutual.



My name Is Stephen John Miles (SMiles) live in Barrow in Furness Cumbria England, I'm 53 diagnosed dyslexic at 47. Found my written voice once diagnosed and have been shouting ever since. I've a self published children's book Zac's leather elephant and a published children's book The fox the owl and the big green towel, I have a new children's book coming out later this year called Book of Zac. The books are published by Austin Macaulay. I made stories up to entertain my children all rhyming this led to the books. My break in poetry came after a friend of mine died and I wrote a poem for his funeral. Two years ago I appeared at the Bloomsbury festival in London. I write beat poems as it works well with my dyslexia. Something I feel strongly about is self expression after feeling excluded for so long. I'm not for everyone but then not everyone's for me so that makes us even.

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