Poetry Blogs (2018, feminism)
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
Dilute your pant suits,
grow out that cropped hair,
season your long words,
make your language edible -
That's it, baby, be delicious!
By smearing cherry lip gloss on that big mouth of yours,
Hunny, where's the honey on your pale skin?
Why don't you smile more?
You know, that's what we hired your for...
To bring customers in!
I'm talking to you, hey!
Darling! Doll ...
Sunday 11th February 2018 2:13 am
When will I start living my life?
When will I be a size 8?
Have Double Ds
Have boys falling over me
Have an arse as big as Kylie's
When will my Prince arrive?
In Air Max and some Adidas
Or if I'm lucky, he might even kiss me
Take me home, then leave me
Unsatisfied and alone
It's all experience though
Only then will I be ha...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 9:01 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
Sunday 24th July 2016 10:27 am
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
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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
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