Best Visionarywomen Poems
As the dream went the women screamed for Chucky Baudelaire
Side scene alleyway dark night
Foot steps timidly trekked along the broken glass, sinner's hour
Oscar Wilde was alive and well with bourbon laden jovial tales
It was a languid night a night for lords to piss about, hens to cackle, ravens to make love
The ink was then my blood and poison, my god and death
As the dream went the women lusted after Edgar Poe
I was contently bitter and hidden in a meadow of urban shadows cast by tall,stark, unforgiving dens of
depravity...these dens suit me well
The witching hour sky was wild and held the grin of my demon foe
Singing now are the cigarettes falling from the sky...
A most peculiar yet familiar night
I am awake again nowhere... pretending to be your chivalrous poet
Being a woman has its challenges at times,
We're always working hard to only get a couple dimes.
But “man's” comments make me thrive,
Especially the ones about the way we drive.
But put yourself in our shoes and see with what we're dealing,
Then try to say women have too many feelings!
I hear we're suppose to stay in the kitchen to cook and clean,
That's funny! You clean up your mess and make it gleam!
I'm not going to be pushed around! I'm in charge of my life!
If you don't like it-then go find yourself a different wife!
Yes, there is equal rights and opportunities for women and men,
But one day women will be the rulers and men will obey us until the end!
The portrait of Lady Godiva’s Ride
Inspires many a thought;
A woman filled with so much pride,
And against her husband, she fought;
Naked the Lady rode through town,
To protest her husband’s tax;
Coventry never was the same,
It stopped them in their tracks;
Lady Godiva never was tame,
But to me she is renowned!
The Lady was so daring and brave,
To face everyone in the nude;
History never reports women who behave,
But women like her they include;
Her brilliant ride on a stunning Gray,
Strutting her stuff through Coventry,
Her beauty remains unsurpassed;
The legend there for all to see,
Scarlet locks draped across her in a mass,
Such emotion this painting does portray!