The Soiled Madonna

To men who are MEN, searching for that unspoiled Madonna

A pretty face belies a deceptive heart
A curvaceous form,
You are snared from the start
Cause she knows you are an easy mark
Foolish man.

Her modus operandi is simply to snare
she mixes her mysterious brew with her stare
A potion that will render you feeble--
Engorged, aflame and snared by desire
She thrives on your brazen, passion fire!
Poor, simple, man.

This is the way of the worldly one.
Nothing more than a sophisticated vamp
A kinder word than lowly tramp
This is no angel from above
Only a demon from the pit of hell
Who lies in wait to ring your bell!

She lacks virtue and honesty
Knows nothing of love with dignity
Lacking in backbone, no integrity
She is a selfish, self serving entity
This woman feigns a life of God!

Buyers beware of her importuner's snare.
She'll leave you with a thump and a vicious glare!
Your soul tarnished and heaped in the dump!
A lowly tramp who perverts holy verse.

But a woman of virtue --
Oh, she knows the way!
From your heart or your soul she'll never stray...
Not from Good, or God, or -- Godly ways.

She will not approach you like a thief in the night
To snare or to woo with delirious brew
Nor enter your bed until she inquires
As to the intents and purpose of those desires
For she wants to cleave to the God in you;
Not to woo you from that lofty place
Or to leave you shamed, hurt, disgraced.
NO!!

What she wants is to share integrity
Never to diminish intellect or dignity.
She moves with you and not without
She is altogether righteous--without a doubt.
Wants nothing more than your success;

Love, respect and happiness.
This is a good woman.

Not given to jealousy, control or tests
This is a beautiful woman.
A truly, virtuous woman,
She defies the rest.

To all who are longing for love,
Beware the vamp, the lowly tramp!
She will catch you while your pants are down
Render you feeble, a harlots clown!

The sophisticated vamp,
Just a Madonna for fools,
Will lead you astray
Was so easy to do.

So your mind is polluted I'm afraid to say
With your heart and your soul did you stray
You were duped by a vamp, dumped by a tramp,
Wooed, tattooed and left with her stamp.


Foolish man who cannot see
Beyond a guise of femininity.
Open your eyes now and see her through
You are on your way to the harlots zoo.

But a man who is wise?
Will not be drawn
To the harlots mask that changes dawn
His eyes see through those just like you
He is not seduced by utter flooze.

For the fortuitous man who is led by his soul
And not by the garments that boldly expose
The harlots cleavage, or derriere...
This man is winner and champions discipline
He has tamed his ego and sees through the guise
His eyes are wide open, no stars in his eyes!

And the women like her?
Oh! They will never, ever, do
For the champ is a thoroughbred with a mind like you!
Champ of a man---
No soiled, despoiled, tainted, Madonna
Can ever woo, seduce, vanquish you!!


© 10-17-2005


by Yaffa

If you like this poem, you will be blessed by the rest of my poetry too.
Answer Me, Love,
Bittersweet
Blue
Solitude
A Woman in Transition
Passion
Wounded Hero
My Muse
Ego Games
more to come..

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