Part One
I was destined to learn a lot from the strange world of women!
Side by side acquaintances, thus the acquaintance had begun, from the beginning:
Like hanging clothes on a clothesline, for my mother-
Yes, they caught my attention from the beginning,
And yes, I nodded to them!
While hanging one garment, next to the other!…
It may have puzzled me, but never distracted or disturbed.
I learned that more men than less have rhino skins!
This, of course, was not a surprise.
It is not uncommon for these same types of men to readily answer when asked
Questions, especially ‘Why!’ to women!
I learned that women like pretty things, and that they know when
They are used correctly: they are a bait for men,
This is half the weapon in battle-
‘Oh!’ I said, ‘What a strange thing, this love of/by women!’
So I came to believe that women believed that they believed that they knew men,
But this was the fault of most women; thinking in the long term
That such wisdom comes out of ordinary books or magazines.
This won’t work, you need faith in a spy, like me!
That will do the trick! And fast!
You don’t make a man love you, out of familiarity!
(as often women can win)
As women often think that men can be won; yet they still:
Say it, think about it, try it… (put it by size)
This is so obviously learned, either by empirical data or by trial and error:
So it comes: an eye for an eye, take the rat’s tail: but it will bite you back!
Discourage those who think this!
The main prize is not won like this:
Unless you are looking for a sugar daddy!
And they don’t know this until it’s too late!
At first, you win your man over with your looks, your shape, and your brains.
For some you can become the same, for others it can never be!
(discernment is essential).
Of course, a man can’t lose if he actually marries over him, but then
Who’s gonna catch him, when he don’t believe he’s the only pea in the pod?
In reality, there can only be one General! (…or at least in theory)
This is what few women get to know and essentially get over marriage.
When a man chooses his partner, he feels that he has good taste, so as not to be
Deceived, and if deceived, before, all by pretext, once learned, trust is lost!
And when trust is lost, you have crossed the point of no return.
Rarely will a man now rebuild what is inhabited, a divided house.
Even at fifty or even seventy, one can look good in front of a man, depending (?)
Remember that men, more men than you think have rhino skins,
And it may be close to cannibals…
For a good man, you will find one in a thousand, for a good woman,
One in a hundred ((this is of course a guess, coming out of an old
hope chest… already the way of thinking of man but i could be wrong)
(and men can easily pretend to be exactly what you want them to be, but once
married, the pretense bleeds, like a wound in the belly…)
Because rarely does a man who is a man, a man among men, shout and
That’s pride, and too much pride will eat you alive, but
Like a snake eating its own tail, coiling itself into a coil, it will.
Anyway, eat yourself alive out of pride!
Like a drunk beating his head to death, pride is underneath
That rhinoceros skin: this is when a man reaches for his gazebo, to hide!
For peace of mind, to reflect; this is remarkable-: assume, harden
Its texture: to remove its halo, a true sacrament of beauty, it has
Located on his woman’s head, it has now diminished.
Keep this in mind, the woman now washes in her eyes,
He has put horns on his head: or he is like a servant drenched in milk!
And no woman wants to lead her man by his nose…
Now she is Lilith, the queen of hell.
The fascination and excitement are gone for him.
What was left has now withered to widen lands and seas, don’t laugh!
This is the blackest black where a man can be!
Profusely veined with grey, not extinguished.
What can he do? Don’t be fooled! Some men think they belong to you.
But it is no use meditating on a man’s love, or restraining his love;
The point: never nullify the freshness of feelings for each other.
Do not descend from the height you first stepped on.
Never forget that men need respect just as much as women need recognition.
And Men, do not think like women, nor women like men, although both are
Strange creatures, even in the fruit market or in bed.
Some are weirder than others – be yourself and similarities do count!
And the worst of all lures, is a man who loves alcohol, do not give in to such fools,
Who think the bar is cool, and that their friends of such a nature are cool.
Don’t fly here and there to that hunchbacked man, he has no plan.
This is knowledge hinted at beyond the senses of ordinary women about men.
The second part
I target young women for the most part, not toothless old women.
Women whose noses touch their chins…
Because such women have already learned the hard way about men…
If you are not prudent in your choice: look for a one-armed man with soft bones,
Meat as a thong: why? He can’t hurt you like the young ox.
Do not look for the bourgeois merchant of pigs, nor for the men of temperament!
Do not look for the crazy, nor the iniquitous, the real, they have flame and fire, but
He quickly loses his wish!
Variety! This was the golden key, in my youth.
A wife must be many wives in one!
To keep his love, she must be every woman to him.
The new, the lover, the sparkling, the flower, don’t let it fade away.
Don’t let the man sink the last of your poses.
In the garden of love, there is the serpent, trample its head, or burn the garden to
Smithereens.
Don’t argue, believe it or not, men are more delicate than women; Besides being
A mother!
I repeat: men get angry, women hurt, and that’s why women heal faster,
Acknowledge pain and men cling to anger: what a shame if men learn to
Cry when it hurts, anger will fade away, and he will heal, like a broken bird’s wing!
Surrender everything in his arms!
Surprise: it is equal to the eternal search!
In other words, if you pluck your flower and smell all the sweetness there is to have,
He can look for a new flower, elsewhere!
So store something away.
Once earned, it is not always kept. This is not the final victory.
For some men who find a woman charming, once she turns: fat, stale, and half-dead,
The woman ends up heartbroken. She looks for ingredients, like you would make a soup.
A roast, don’t burn the toast.
Every day, a man and a woman must win each other over again, or assume it will be
His last victory: especially a man for a woman.
Man has an insatiable appetite, so feed him well and satisfy him: in the end
Table, in bed, with games and with friends – it’s like a horse, you can take it to the water
But if the well is not full, it will be hell!
If you send him away hungry, he won’t come back to you for more;
Will look elsewhere! Or live in an imaginary world.
Don’t become an old story.
Win a man with wine and song, it may be a magic net, if you can hold it back
Long, he’s just a tangled, tangled fish; but if he keeps drinking, get rid of him!
The best of arts is: the conquest of men by women; love is the best art
Addition.
Ask why this art exists? The female spider lies motionless, while the male surrounds her,
He is not wrong, so as not to lose his life, little by little.
Because she’s nearly blind and will beat herself to death if he makes a wrong move!
But greater than all beauty is the age of a woman’s wisdom, if a man can bear
You may have to hide this: but it is clear to many men that you are their sent helper.
Cities, nations, ships and empires have fought for them:
And men know this: even religions have been built with columns to worship them, and
Again they know this…
And I mean it with all sincerity, I know so little about women that sometimes they scare me, and yet it’s magnificent!
The only piece of wisdom I can give a woman in this category is: wear thick skirts.
Part three
You may not understand a man, his why, why he does this and that,
Or why he did this or that, or why he’s going to…
But let him rest in the unconscious, he didn’t either!
It can still be a prize among men.
Sharp is a woman who sees this!
A man, not so different from a woman, is a much bigger picture than I think.
If you must, in light of what I have said, examine why so many marriages fail:
Look again at what I said before: exercise, to maintain various parts of
Your body (roundness, firmness, color, mind, soul, and not
forget about socializing: make the whole body complete; you don’t need to be a saint but don’t be the devil
any… )
Men may not keep her private, but she certainly looks for them in her
Buddy! Yes, sorry to say, sometimes it’s a one way street!
And here comes the double bind or standard:
A man wants to marry a virgin, but secretly he will look for a prostitute. So that?
All I can say is protect your prize, say no more!
You may not like it, but you’ll understand: sometimes men need ultimatums!
The same is true, if you have really been waiting and waiting:
You are not sliced in the fridge, give him an ultimatum!
But as I was going to say, a man may not maintain his intimacy, but he certainly looks for it in his partner… make no mistake: like in the military, you must
Salute the uniform and your rank, not the physique.
But the secret is to be interdependent, each other to small degrees! Not weak.
Hygiene, physiology, is a continuous process in a,
Relationship, marriage, one spouse with another.
Nightgowns, have them sweetly fresh and delicate!
Your man should never be forgotten, nor feel it.
Make the dollar go further, if you’re the teller.
If not, a man should never take it all, but put it on his lap, spending money to
Next week; You don’t even need to know what it’s for, unless you’re
Extremely poor!
A man should treat his wife better than he treats his friends by buying them
Rounds of drinks in a bar, or when he goes hunting…
And that would be correct! If he doesn’t, he cheapens himself to his friends,
Although they yell at it and call it yellow and pecked:
And no woman wants a man like that, or a friend.
If he’s less than a man, take a look first and get rid of him!
And men, be careful, although this is for women to learn from men, men
It must hold its end.
So the essence of this poem is twofold: women don’t think like men, and therefore
Women to think like men, must forget to understand the man,
And just assume that this poem is not a lie, but a fact, because to a woman it may seem
Like shit!
Written: 9-19 and 20-2014/No: 4553
By Dr. Dennis L. Siluk© 2014
