Best Emasculating Poems

The allure of mused poems,
No longer visits this nonchalant psyche.
It trickles now, once a roaring torrent
Now a lazy stream

Am like a desultory jaded heaven
Where starry jewels once decked the night,
But are now drossy shadowy blackholes,
And sparks and dreams, 
Are ripped in the accretion disc.

No longer...

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South Of The (United States) Border...
(Reigns A Welter Of Disorder)

Caravans comprising multitudinous
     peoples plodded a steady course
analogous to iron filings drawn by
     strong magnetic force
gravitational pull generated

     by North America
   ...

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The title of this talk today,
"Win-Win Politics of New Feminist Economics"
suggests questions,
more than emasculating 
definitively deductive
reductive
answers.

Would you imagine
a minority-identified Buddhist,
more likely as a feminist?
or culturally comfortable
with political and economic Left-brain domination,
monotheistic competing for all-consuming
ritualistic servicing?

How would you compare broad cultural trends
between East and West theology
on...

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With glorious primordial certainty
  the sun will rise, the sun will set;
likewise you languish knowing what you're about,
  you know what is and isn’t so;
  yet, ultimately, you don’t.
Chained to the chromium railings of 
a sterile value system,
  some terminal, addled...

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Father time legendarily and Omni potently 
 existentially linkedin, binding cradle to grave 
since advent of *****sapiens, the whiffed bald credo 
 an employee most adhere ta have 
and keep source of income, subtly graduated punctuality 
   necessary benefit extant. 

 ...

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Everybody in the building knew
what happened the other day
Everybody in your home office knew too,
your carefully crafted cover was blown
Big news media explosion made it get blown away,
no one now believes a word you say
Years of portraying yourself as something you were not,
exposed now as...

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Being in the mind of a savage.

All I know is how to act ferociously.
Manipulating the minds of the weak, fearful, and the victims.
Beating them into submissive.
Emasculating the strongest, just to see him break.
Dismiss him of his role, and never to see his family again.

Being in...

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There was an earlier time
that came to mind
this day I heard dangerous fears and angers
called cowardice instead,
back 200 years ago
in the United States,
when Northern industrialists,
relying on southern cotton
to mill fabrics
clothing cotton-picking slaves
and other whiter folks,
joined Southern slave-owners
to refer to Abolitionists
as cowards.

Moral cowards
for threatening Orthodox ecopolitical...

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Lipstick Girls
                 By Stark Hunter and D Lee

1.	“When the Lipstick Girls Walk By”

You can push and shove your way,
Past all the driveling mindless mannequins, 
Who bend over when the...

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Worst case scenario-

Well it's good to see someone woke up early and slathered on his hair, greeted the morning media in his aristocratic lair. Re-education within 140 characters. Staring through pinholes of the crumbling façade.  Enlightenment so apparent, beyond a brick wall. United we...

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Mom, did you hear the news about patriarchy today?

Yes, dearest son!
Or no...
I'm not sure.
You mean the gender translation problem?

Not sure we had a problem,
just an honest mistake
we might more empathically suppose.

Perhaps I am too paranoid,
hunting conspiracies
and thereby gathering folly,
yet reversing ancient scriptured words
for ***** and...

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And again surfaced that smirk
Glinting ever so alluringly in my wake
Kindling an effigy of suspense



Amidst the faces that evening
With the minutes I dissolved
As classic fairness advanced
Forsaken was I to saturate within carnality



Could such a reason exist
For such monumental idolatry?
Could such possibilities exist
For the sake of...

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I guess that the revolution
was meant to take place between my
thighs
and below my waist
I guess that the revolution
expects me
to shorten my stride
and slow my pace
just so that I will always remain
a few steps behind you
	submissive
	subservient 

you claim that this is some role 
that I must...

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Synthetic satisfaction derived in the shade
On the edge of the page that defies the sage stage
Where wear and tear declare war to degrade the head
That buttresses my resistance and persistence to engage    

In conveying and purveying messages 
Between my avatar and the...

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“FAKE” Dread Locked Dumpster Diver

Not by choice this average
     bonehead configured Earthlinked
     Bozo went kicking, and screaming
     into refuse bin
naturally (no questions asked,
     nor guffaws uttered) with chin
clamped tight,...

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