Poetry Blogs (2016, feminism)
It is a wicked smile they wear
as they watch the wolves wilt,
as at their flesh they tear
and accesorise with their pelt.
So they squirm and writhe,
ugly in their agony:
because in order to survive,
they surrender their dignity.
They howl at the moon,
and catch their reflections,
at the mercy of women.
So they degrade its subjects,
to the level of mere objects....
Tuesday 9th July 2019 10:32 pm
Welcome To The New Age;
Where 'no' means 'yes' and 'yes' means 'get me pregnant.'
Where a woman's underwear can be waved in front of a court like a white flag justifying all the reasons why he raped her.
And where the lining a woman's dress is the difference between 'leave me alone' and 'fuck me right here on the table'
When I was 16 years old, a teacher touched me on the knee, caress...
Monday 24th June 2019 9:34 pm
They never ask, the old ladies.
They just hug, pinch, kiss and
Cuddle at will. Babies are theirs,
You know, and they do love them
So much. I guess it isn’t their fault,
No one ever told them they aren’t
Free to touch at will. I once told
A woman to get her hands out of
My hair, and she said no man
Had ever asked her to stop
Touching him before. As an old
Lady, I’m sure she became anothe...
Wednesday 17th April 2019 10:01 am
The corporate king -
Salacious surveyor -
With a wandering eye;
A habitual connoisseur
Of the supple and softly curved.
Saturday 13th April 2019 5:02 pm
I have never been a buttoned up blouse
I do not know how it would feel
To tie up the knots of your life
Around outdated morality
About the boundless nature of human pleasure
Lest ye be bound
For all your tales are wrathful woes written by irascible facists
Who cannot stand to see those who they believe are beneath them crawl towards the light
Enlighten me -
As to why I must always du...
Monday 11th February 2019 4:10 pm
the girl with the curves wishes she was thinner
the girl with narrow hips wishes her breasts were bigger
the girl with the acne wishes her skin was clear
the girl with clear skin wishes her freckles would disappear
the girl with intelligence wishes she was pretty
the girl with beauty wishes classes were easy
the girl with straight hair wishes it was curly
Monday 28th January 2019 6:19 pm
ingrained in our brains
the need to be thin
the need to be thin
so we fit in
ingrained in ours brains
ideals of beauty
ideals of beauty
to be pretty is our duty
ingrained in our brains
be nice and sweet
be nice and sweet
watch how you speak!
unburden your brain
let yourself be
embrace who you are
woman be free
Monday 28th January 2019 6:09 pm
A gift from mother nature
to bring about new life
a blooming flower to show
you're ready to be a wife
red river or crimson tide
that time of the month
if your temper rises
you must be on the blob
those pesky women's problems
bloody mary'd to the max
and for the womanly privilage
they added luxury tax
Monday 28th January 2019 6:02 pm
The kind you'd drink from to feel the fire line your insides
But not the kind you'd put up on the mantle
It doesn't take a hero to win
But it does take one to lose
And your mind will follow suit
And I will follow you
Never real gold
Just a shine to cover up all the copper in her eyes
And the broken bones that calcified
And the wrists covered in scarlet dye
Thursday 10th January 2019 11:41 pm
Maybe you were meant to be
more than just a stranger passing on the street -
Kind enough to pick up a bill I dropped,
But who stares through my jeans as I walk away
An act of kindness,
Kind of ruined by an act
The best of friendships,
But we ship our best to other friends
Thursday 10th January 2019 11:29 pm
He broke her spirit when he declared
He didn’t even know what love is.
She had only asked a simple question
As she planned her own future.
Whilst he resisted closing his options,
He never noticed how open hers were.
She awaited his answer as her suitors
Sat on the sidelines biding their time.
He pretended he didn’t understand
The comfort of constant companionship...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 8:17 pm
She is fire,
Get close and she will melt your heart,
The light in your darkest hour
But play with her and you'll get burnt.
She is earth,
Her roots rich with self-love and worth,
The natural evolution females seek
But mess with her nature, she'll bring forth her seismic wrath.
She is air,
Free and not confined,
Moves like the wind and her path knows no limits
Saturday 10th November 2018 12:51 pm
Mark Judge knows the judge,
Maybe a bit too well,
The judge wants Judge to fudge,
But in time truth will tell.
Tuesday 25th September 2018 11:16 am
Of the man who maintained
That women should refrain
From applying their make-up on a moving train.
I ask where is your brain?
And how dare you complain?
And does your arrogance stem from a taste for cocaine?
You’re archaic forsooth
Sickening #metoo my back tooth
So yeah, you’re about to get burnt by the fire in this booth.
You claim that she’s uncouth...
Wednesday 5th September 2018 5:06 pm
I am keeping a secret with myself
clutching it within like a bird’s claw,
the carrier pigeons have been shot,
guess I forgot to warn the men with rifles,
suppose it wasn’t a clay pigeon after all.
My mouth is a gold crested envelope,
my lips are licked with wax:
they are an inked kiss,
the pout is the stamp,
my mind is the scroll:
bound and bound,
Tuesday 10th July 2018 2:23 pm
Dedicated, without her knowledge or permission, to Laura Taylor, who gave me the desire to write and perform and the kick up the arse to actually do so.
Lioness Laura (Waitrose staff room Jun '18)
Lioness Laura, she Roars
Fury and Rage fly off the page
Venom and Grit, Bile and Spit
She's a voice of a certain age
Lioness Laura, she Purrs
with Mercy and Charm, Beguiling a...
Monday 25th June 2018 5:16 pm
When teaching Descartes, I dutifully described his dualism in detail.
I discussed his importance as the father of modernism,
But also his common ground with scholasticism.
Together we examined the ways he attempted to prove God
And the reliability of both mathematics and his own senses.
Also, some biographical information including his early education,
Military service, tra...
Tuesday 17th October 2017 1:33 pm
I know it's her fault,
shouldn't of worn that short skirt.
You can't make out her words,
because she speaks slurred.
They're antithetical to her actions,
you think of your own self satisfaction:
"I'll take her no for a yes
because I know what's best."
Desires override your humanity,
whispering in her ears profanities.
You go against her wishes,
stain her purity ...
Saturday 1st July 2017 9:59 am
Most of the male chauvinist members of society may assume this blog post is about how feminism is better at improving society and how it is the savior of the society. This blog post is not to discuss advantages and disadvantages of feminism, but it is to introspect on whether it is effective enough or more than effective.
Feminism is quite a challenging word for those male chauvinist people as th...
Friday 30th June 2017 9:38 am
I like how this looks on you
You wear it
I won't lie, I'm enjoying this
You can't seem to comprehend how I
will fight back
How I am more than blood, sweat and tears
I am jubilations
and festivals in this body
I was birthed by a goddess
I did not fall onto this E...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 12:21 pm
You look at me and forget
I was strong before I was pretty
You disregard my mind in hopes that my heart is a path leading you to my body and briefly
I regret to have met you, you see my eyes before you hear my voice
For you have already forgotten the first rule; I am strong
So when I love, I love strongly
And when I hurt, I hurt badly
But when I scream, ...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 9:32 am
Tonight I realized its not up to you to decide me.
Its not my job to initiate conversation,
Its not my requirement to put on more makeup,
You don't get to decide what shirts you think look good on me.
Tonight I realized its not my place to lower myself to you.
I don't have to make sure you're satisfied,
I don't need to stop what I'm doing to answer to you.
There's only one of me, and ther...
Monday 30th January 2017 1:50 pm
Loop the loop
Pull that knot
Attach my button eyes,
Nod, my Jack in a box head
Bound to a neck of copper springs
Let me sing
My floating foam hands,
Kick my Pinocchio legs
Dance –Dance- Dance
Tiny crippled plastic feet.
I am alive
Do you think I am beautiful?
Monday 8th August 2016 8:47 pm
Notch in my bedspot
I carry you around tonight
Those things I never told you
No matter the lonely hope
Nobody to remind us of humanity
We might kiss
In that way people kiss whilst awaiting
I did it again
Fucking hatred from pore to bone
I can erase you with one more fuck
Your face a memory which each thrust
Your voice a...
Monday 2nd May 2016 10:43 pm
There is a time to please, to appease, to apologise
For the tease, for existence
To apologise for the breasts, and the audacity
To want ownership, to be landed gentry of the manger
To pray less than politely for a lack of invitation from
The testosterone laden entitlement
When you trust him, the deceit still sits
In that firm space between gender specifications and stereot...
Monday 2nd May 2016 10:40 pm
There is me...lying.
Not lying like you say.
Lying on the floor, lying like I say.
Begging, weeping, asking.
You carnival figure, you.
You war hero, you.
You champion, you.
One leg propped upon my stomach.
Where are your gold stamps, your badges, your medals?
The trophy you stand on is all battered.
You have laid me out on the floor, the doormat
Withholding the welcome sign.
You roll m...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 9:59 pm
I’m starting today with a controversial thought.
I do not agree with feminism. Now I’m fully aware that may put some of you against me right from the start of this but let me explain (and this is my own actual thoughts on the matter, as possibly ill-informed as they are.) I agree with the aims of feminism. To put women on the deserved same platform as men. To have an equal chance of getting gre...
Saturday 17th January 2015 12:39 am
Angel from my nightmares.
Devil from my dreams
a grey spirit that weaves
its way through my existence.
What a Dementor does to souls
or a Dalek to a human heart.
Even a superhuman heart
Just ask Logan,
a force so strong
a returning phoenix
could not reignite remnants.
I miss you.
Whatever you ...
Tuesday 19th March 2013 10:50 pm
I may be a mister,
But sisters don’t get pissed yeah when I say in fact - I, am a feminist.
There seems to me to be a need for us to celebrate and debate the culture of nurture over greed,
Which appears an instinctively natural part of so many a female’s nature.
Maybe its origins historically are biological,
Isn’t it simple, obvious and logical,
That of the human races pair of parental par...
Monday 3rd January 2011 4:31 pm