Best Unisex Poems
“Omnipresent”
Omnipresent hue
the shimmering observes you
from its sky of blue
seats the watching I
synchronicity arrives in silence
shot through a gold marble
electric slips the dream
burning lazy idols
synchronicity arrives in silence
omnipresent
unisex in
flared genes
persuasively calm
benevolently
Ultraviolet
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
Hemisphere Mother (Moby-Strata)/ XavieRinato
https://youtu.be/Vm3T_ernNwk
Categories:
unisex, light, muse, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Laying down kindergarten knowledge for all too see
Fish they have fins, and birds they have wings
Standing against the crowd, boasting banners of equality
Daring to discern the difference of things!
You plant a seed into an egg
and lo and behold something grows!
A man is a man,
a woman is a woman.
And they call me a bigot for claiming so.
(our self esteem so fragile
a gentle breeze and were shattered)
Unisex Toilets and Male Pronoun Hysteria
'him' and 'he' sending shivers down our spines
our profound differences carelessly intertwined
Servants to non-overlapping magisteria:
God is Love and God Was Never Real
Love is Love as well as Carnal Appeal
Muddied into grayness,
neither this nor that.
We threw away it's importance
at the drop of a hat.
It's a cause for celebration
when a girl becomes a wife.
Not cause for demonization
of a "stereotypical" life.
Christ is the Head
and the Man is runner up.
Not chauvinism,
but Scripture's order of love.
Let us not degrade ourselves
by boasting sameness
lest we forget the gifts we're given.
But be you in the Truth
and there is no difference.
IT'S NOT US VS. THEM!
But God searching Men
Women, Children.
Our hearts are not hidden
from his wisdom.
NOTE: I never wrote about this topic before... but it's been on my mind lately. I know in this day 'n' age I'll probably be scorned for writing such a piece, but let me conclude with a quote from Voltaire:
I do not agree with what you have to say,
but I'll defend to the death your right to say it.
Categories:
unisex, bible, christian, love, today,
Form:
Rhyme
Unisex sex protection in
Using condoms rubber
Latex covering the *****
During sexual intercourse
Preventing to catch a sexually
Transmitted disease branding
Names of use trojan,lifestyles,
Magnums,ect a water proof
Holding in ejaculated semen
Condoms.
Categories:
unisex, art,
Form:
ABC
Only girls in the pink nursery...
(A boy was seen once in a blue corridor.)
This is a small girl's place.
Toys are not unisex, but pink here,
and the supervisors make sure.
At nine, there's a flurry of little girls.
They arrive on the morning train
without their brothers.
I've never asked where the boys go.
A boy was seen in a blue corridor.
His image was on video,
running away from the pink nursery.
"No Boys Here", says our entry point.
If you look at the video,
you see him look quite sad.
9/3/2015
Categories:
unisex, children, discrimination, kindergarten,
Form:
Narrative
Just last night,
we disrobed our senses to the gush of rain
and a trembling heater: stars bathing contours
through a dance of flames as we explored
soft rhythm between our curved hands
travelling with shadows of a full moon aglow
from the eyes of a window sill.
And we spoke of eternity
while waiting for candles to melt our floor,
reading the waxed shapes
like Vedic sutra of prophecy.
I awoke from your early leaving to find
a note on my lampshade, gently
professing more nights, the fifth,
it seems, of dream-like pleasure.
Then you were gone.
Later this morning,
after soaking in thrilled afterglow, blithe steps
carried me to the hallway where our eyes
met accidentally. You were clothed in my
oversized unisex tee,
while the hint of blank look crossed over
my transparent face; pale smile breezing away
as if I were a stranger without a tag.
My breath stopped ticking with visions
of dark magic from evening’s moon,
candles and window sills: you turned
away as a fog unaware of my pang.
Dear life, how I break.
~ fictional~
Last Night... This Morning Contest
by nette onclaud
Categories:
unisex, conflict, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Far off the beaten track and trail
on quest for music’s Holy Grail
led pilgrims on biblical scale
more than can be counted.
With midsummer sun on our cheek
in tents to shelter we did seek
and pitched them at its highest peak
on a hilltop mounted
As we climbed the lean of the hill
my beer I would try not to spill
and sat with the great unwashed till
olé and adios.
It was I, El Skeet, amigo,
in my poncho and sombrero
half-cut like a loco gringo
who waved “vaya con dios!”
We lit yet another hash bong
all up in smoke like Cheech & Chong
and passed it to each one along
under the cop radars.
Till late as wasted brain cells flag
with every mind trip headfu-ck drag
I tucked in to my sleeping bag
on the hill ‘neath the stars
As music and mayhem did rage
back in next summer’s youthful age
we camped closer to the big stage
by a shallow hollow.
I’d sit and watch the crowds go by
in the hot sun and dust and dry
under a big Waikato sky
from our camp on tent row
And as I ripped in with the guys
to our grog trailer of supplies
we made a hanging chain of ties
with every pull tab rent.
Waiting for Cold Chisel that night
with a superdoob glowing bright
I was fuc-kin’ high as a kite
and lurched back to my tent
The next day I woke in a daze
and walked off my drunken malaise
when I heard singing songs of praise
in some weird sh-it I saw.
Tambourine hippies, punks and geeks
and chanting Hari Krishna freaks
burnt incense in clay painted cheeks
so I got high some more
Yet in a hot wet and wild hour
stoned in the unisex shower
I gazed many a sweet flower
in their naked splendour.
We bathed too in waters that flowed
down where the lazy river bowed
lest my head spontaneous explode
on my three day bender
That night by the stars we were led
as above a smoky sky bled
when out The Enz rocked “I See Red”
and fired a burning flare.
In the spirit of Sweetwaters
we lived among at close quarters
sons of Bacchus and his daughters
and I so revelled there
Written: November 2009
Sweetwaters was an annual three
day music festival back in 1980s.
Categories:
unisex, adventure, music,
Form:
Rhyme
Sexist Selective's
I’m getting old, easily confused,
So things take time to sink in,
Especially, from around our World,
Issues to behold, such daily news.
Now for some todays big thing to spoil it,
Is not famine or drought,
Nor is it the prospect of an impending war,
It seems Texas creates a controversial toilet.
In fact it has not actually created anything,
Merely stated that men born men are men,
And legislated that ladies, once again,
Are also ladies, which creates a sting.
You see the joy of the image of humanity,
Is our constant striving to adapt and change,
In this case gender is on the page,
Creating this particular new insanity.
For quite understandably, those we have changed,
Wish to be seen in the image of their new rights,
Men are now men, once again based on latest measure,
Ladies also, now could have been born a different range.
Now it strikes me, its really not that hard,
That the real issue here is the segregation of toilets,
Its the toilets that are the sexist selective’s,
Why not change their design, its not that hard.
Today, given the blessing of a flushing loo,
Which is denied to nearly half our World,
Surely we just have loo’s, no more hullabaloo,
All toilets unisex, the kindest and easiest thing we can do!
@Andrew Carnegie, flushing environmentally, Wiltshire Jan 6th 2017.
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Categories:
unisex, angst, care, change, christian,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Colours chatting. Charts cantering. Divine decanters are in no way an explanation in a bowling alley or on a pool table. Snooker a sock. And land in nets. Flashing flesh fishing faint frog eyed frames. Google stared. Fornicating with a fingerless unisex wandering cue. Very upright. Rigid body. Wow. How rather radical then. However a peapod in a ballet dancing costume could wreak much havoc on a bombed table painted green. Such gravitational quality. Weary wap I'm a tight organisation says a mop with a bucket sailing on the a54. Trade deals drape divinatory domineering deans. And deans are daring demonic dragonflies who hunt in large packs. So always aim true. And get the angles correct. Measure. To be sure of a knock down. Pocket a pocket a pocket a pick. And ten to the dozen. Drowning. Tick tap tapping trap tape. And a very long luxurious tapestry in a bath. Informational purposes. Poliomyelitis z
Categories:
unisex, analogy,
Form:
A week ago when snow fell for hours,
heavy snowflakes resembled butterflies
descending on scented flowers,
and they fell on that stranger's smooth face
without bothering of wiping them off;
was she chased by an obsessed dwarf?
I got a step closer to say, " Hello, beautiful! "
But she hopped into a green cab dropping her phone;
how often does a guy meet a girl that congenial,
a girl who would smile...if she were in love with that one?
I ran across York Avenue* to pick up that phone,
it resembled a shattered crystal;
someone screamed, "She is a model! "
Had I been that lucky...I would have taken her on a cruise trip;
and with no name to search for, whom would I have asked for help?
I noted on the frosty window of Hair Care Unisex Salon an ad about Agony Aunt,
" A therapist who fixes broken hearts by restoring their hope. "
But searching for people's names who weren't posted on Facebook
would have been an impossible task, and staring me in the eye as a stranded cat,
she said, " Excitement can cause love blindness,
any naive guy can mistake it for tenderness! "
* Hair Care Unisex Salon is on York Avenue, NYC
Categories:
unisex, feelings, girl, hair, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Everybody was after them back in the day
I tell them this is not the King, you can't have it your way
I still have them and they are still sought after
When I wear them, I don't understand the laughter
A policeman stopped me and gave me a fine
He said I was violating the noise ordinance with my Manderin Orange Calvin
Kleins
My niece is due to inherit them for her generation to enjoy
They are unisex, made for a girl or a boy
I try to make sure that disco is still rockin'
Right now I am jammin' on the song Jive Talkin
I am wearing a shirt the color of red tomatoes off the vine
This shirt will go well with my Manderin Orange Calvin Kleins
I have to dig a chest to find my three inch platform heel shoes
The color has kept well, the brilliant Robin Egg Blue
The shoes are tight, but the read a size nine
What a great combination of clothes all built around my Manderin Orange Calvin
Kleins
As I go to a club to dance, I clear the floor
A bouncer shows me kindly to the door
I wonder what did I do wrong to deserve this
I lift my arms and smell my pits
A girl calls me Austin Powers and tells me I am way ahead of my time
I tell her it must be my shirt or shoes, I know it can't be my Manderine Orange
Calvin Kleins
I guess I will move to a place where they show pity
Maybe a place where I can fit in, I know such a place, it is called Sioux City
Maybe then I can get the respect I most certainly deserve
I will wear my Argyle socks and throw them Sioux Cityans a curve
I hear the Carmens and Brewers are cousins of mine
They will all be jealous of my Manderin Orange Calvin Kleins
Categories:
unisex, funny, life, social, me,
Form:
ABC
It was a slant love.
Back to back,
lips to lips.
Lethal and dark
strong yet delicate
like spider’s web.
A dark side of the moon
sending conflicting
signals to bacilli-
of dirty lane, pink
and blue. My pug
licks the toes.
The pugmark on
green body. I am now
flowering. Hydrangeas.
•
The primrose half-asleep
Calendula was burning
in veins.
Unisex. The clenched
fist of a desire. I will
not accept a half-lip.
The chaste tree was sending
a bouquet of
steaming pistils.
Where the sun will sleep
tonight ? Till the love-making
was over on tangerines.
The loose skin now
invites the red ants, crawling,
wearing your nails.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unisex, art,
Form:
ABC
All girls like a pink dress to match their shoes,
real boys still resist it giving no clues;
this color was worn by females,
and guys wearing it got laughs...
they gave the impression of being gay;
fashion has changed and straight guys love it anyway!
Should I decide to wear something like hot pink,
I will only notice young girls who'll smile and wink;
older women will stare at me with interest and say,
" He looks much sexier that Cary Grant in his day! "
Categories:
unisex, change, clothes,
Form:
Rhyme
brands just brands
true religion needs no symbols
true fraternity needs no secrecy
true peace needs no peace keeping force
true ruler needs no throne
true love needs no ring
true beauty needs no makeup
they toyed with our rational concepts
bad is the new good
order is a product of chaos
the earth is round
the earth is flat
unisex is gorgeous woman with a baseball bat her feet on the last alive man's hat
imagine that
and we landed on the moon
in a basement someday after noon
man was an ape
enjoy the heart,mind ,and spiritual rape
some lips are better off in duck tape
we're the living shadows of our clothes
who needs......... show me the six packs show me the hose
welcome to the life, the chained dance of trends
nowadays we're digging the yellow jackets
I heard no one talking when life loses it's it's meaning it's a living racket
Tamer Hossam
Categories:
unisex, abuse, addiction, corruption, earth,
Form:
ABC
I saw blue memoirs fell from momma's eyes, as she looked into my brown retinas. Swiftly she removed my medicated glasses, a dominant gene I carved out from papa's bottled eyes. "Oh! sorry D!," She whispered! "Its just a matter of time new sores become old sores and grow to mature into scars" she cried as she looked into my eyes. Eventide dawned upon us like golden mist as I was flown into the nurses moonlit; in a bird with twinkling red optical, double paired rubber legs, iron facials. The nurses at stand dished us mother care attention. Ice dangled in her eyes. Momma is smiling joy painfully at me. As I stole
a look at her brown embattled face, I pictured her retinas glued to drenches. The ice now fell from her eyes. With my octopus years, my feet has trod this egg shaped earth.
And the world seemed to pass so swiftly on me like a shutter's speed. I could see the skyline walking on the tightropes of my memories, like flashbacks in a cinema film, laying on
this medic bed. My belly could only be facing down while my electrified toasted back kissed the wind escaping in through the casement.---yak!!!!
And the only mirror I could have afforded to reflect my per boiled back is my momma's pair of brown camera eyes, but here they are ice dank. I thought. It could be fun and warmly, laying on the pressing iron, left on the bed in our unisex room, after long being used by aunt Lydia. I couldn't tell its degrees with my brownie eyes. But my steamed back did, so it kissed it metal surface---and here we are, " In a toast of roastful love,' underneath nurses moonlit with
my mauve skin.
And the needles! o no! I hated needles. Two prickles a day!, yahhhk! my bum bum like Evans rickety bike. I heard Evans my best pal crying along in the neighborhood, while I was being rushed into the medic bird. With his grey coloured panties, hung on his waist like tarzan.
He did be jerking bitterly. I and Evans jolly good mates had known each other since the neighborhood old. His curly dark hair, and owl eyes tells you he is indian...
An excerpt from my book " momma's camera eyes"
29/4/2022
Categories:
unisex, africa, black love, blue,
Form:
Prose Poetry
brands just brands
true religion needs no symbols
true fraternity needs no secrecy
true peace needs no peace keeping force
true ruler needs no throne
true love needs no ring
true beauty needs no makeup
they toyed with our rational concepts
bad is the new good
order is a product of chaos
the earth is round
the earth is flat
unisex is gorgeous woman with a baseball bat her feet on the last alive man's hat
imagine that
and we landed on the moon
in a basement someday after noon
man was an ape
enjoy the heart,mind ,and spiritual rape
some lips are better off in duck tape
we're the living shadows of our clothes
who needs......... show me the six packs show me the hose
welcome to the life, the chained dance of trends
nowadays we're digging the yellow jackets
I heard no one talking when life loses it's it's meaning it's a living racket
Tamer Hossam
Categories:
unisex, abuse, addiction, corruption, earth,
Form:
ABC