Every gosh darn morning I draw water from the well
Not having indoor plumbing has proven to be hell
If ever I find a way to afford it, that would be swell
I'm annoyed with carrying the buckets. Can you tell?
Lowering the thing is easy because it's so light
I'm chilly on Winter morns, even when the sun is bright
It's been the main reason for many a marital fight
Especially if more water is needed during the night
The hubs declared that it should be woman's work
His chauvinistic attitude shows that he's a jerk
He's a bit lazy at chores, and finds reasons to shirk
Sometimes he makes me so mad that I go berserk!
Usually, I can't carry the water without making a splash
He said he would do it for me... if I paid him in cash
His relentless sarcasm is nothing more than balderdash!
The rudeness is so irritating that he's given me a rash!
You know me
but you don't recognize me
now that I am unchained.
Take a closer look,
that's right,
look me in the eye.
Do you recognize me now?
I'm the woman you used to
use and abuse.
The one you confused
and kept in a daze
with your chauvinistic ways,
controlling me
like I was your possession.
That's why
you don't recognize me,
because today
my head is held high, not low.
I'm not dying on the inside,
my countenance I all aglow.
I am no longer compliant.
I'm outspoken and defiant.
I've found my balance,
and how to bring out the best
in me, and more importantly,
how to love me.
That's why
you don't recognize me,
because I'm a new creation,
under the protection
of a higher power,
who taught me to walk
in no man's shadow,
to have no fear,
because I am empowered,
independent,
and a phenomenal woman.
See, you know me,
but you don't recognize me,
now that I have.... evolved.
I could be quicker to apologize
and more deeply reconsider
healthy and safe restitution
restoration
restoring right relationship
restorying win/win potential
resolutions
To become more integrally confessional
when I have lacked transparency
hidden by invulnerable
chauvinistic silence
Fearing to offend
on matters not deeply mattering
to me
but almost certainly significant
to this one before me
and/or those beyond me
who do care
However selfishly
needing to be heard
respected
Wanting to have control
over healthy
safe possibilities
truthful
potentially beautiful
where they have invested
Even though I may see
and hear their outcomes,
smell
and taste these same yields
touched
and felt too win/lose
zero sum infested
congested,
too hungrily ingested
injected
I would be quicker to apologize
reconsidering healthy and safe restitution
restoring right relationships
restorying win/win
cooperative
more inclusive
open
vulnerable
and yet resiliently resonant
robustly forgiving
co-invested
EarthTribal
resolutions.
What is it ‘bout fowl language,
makes folks complain the most?
It doesn’t seem to faze
10 million chickens coast to coast!
So many are misled
by what they hear as “chatter”
But if they spoke some ‘fowl” themselves
they’d know what was the matter!
For one thing, it’s the roosters,
bad as chauvinistic pigs!!
They can’t converse at all
without getting in their digs!
Cramped quarters are another,
makes decorating tough!
To put feed on the table
has really gotten rough!
Then, the turkeys, ducks and geese
have to join the band
Their accents are so heavy,
makes them hard to understand!
I get my info from the source
not from some old trucker
I know Amelia Egghart
She’s the Head Mother Clucker!
Halt, halt,
Give Lust your hands, but NOT your hearts,
For when they hover around you,
You are an imminent carcass,
Loitering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly and grasshopper combined.
The sight of her should trigger alarum bell in every wise man,
They waste your time,
They waste your money,
Sup your energy and
get you into trouble.
Like a bubonic plague,
Spreading devastating virus,
As a butterfly, pollinating;
With the juice supped,
They flutter away
Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom.
Refrain from the hype of chauvinistic egotism when lust ignites,
For another trial may certify your demise,
No wonder, they are called Women
For many are the woes of most men
Chauvinistic men
with a false sense of pride
drum their chests
repeatedly like a gorilla
standing upright
arrogantly
proclaiming themselves
the kings of the universe
bragging to anyone
who would listen
how men run the world
and hold it up like Atlas.
They sure love to boast.
They'd boast about
anything under the sun:
how fast they can run,
the command
of their voice,
how many pounds of iron
they can pump;
all the while
marginalizing,
underestimating,
and insulting women;
putting them in boxes.
They believe that women
belong in the kitchen.
That they can't do
all the things that men can;
gloating how they can
piss while standing
and women can't.
But who gave birth
To these ersatz men?
Who potty-trained them?
Exactly!
Date written: 07/19/2020
If men, mainly MILITARY-loving men, loved their wives
We would have less violence in America, and on the planet
The Bible, oddly, does NOT instruct women to LOVE their husbands:
"Men, love your wives as Christ loved the church, and died for her"
What are wives and women called to do:
The usual, the real thing that wins men over, "RESPECT" or admire!
SERMONETTE: The sad accusation that Paul in Ephesians (Or his letters generally) is chauvinistic falls flat, in the context of just 3 verses - not having you read the whole Bible. The above call that MEN LOVE and sacrifice for their wives - as Jesus is also a Head - comes in verse 25. In verse 22 of Ephesians Chapter 5, "Wives obey your husbands as to the LORD." If you have nothing to do with LORD and Jesus, this does not apply to you. So chill ...
Men and husbands can tell empty words of love and respect: they judge, even unknown to themselves, by the respect you have for them as Head of Home. If you do as they suggest (so long as it is legal and not dehumanizing), they KNOW you are in love. Words, sweet nothings, work for some ... Bible truths for me.
I
Amongst us there are talented poets, you know it:
Why ignore the technical and artistic work by Wells?
Thomas Wells knows his nation, and the Founding Parents
(But we rather use the chauvinistic term, "Founding Fathers"
Ignoring Martha, Abigail Adams, "girl" spies and agents)
II
Thomas earned the highest American degree
Yes, the PhD. it is called. (No, no: not "Pull Him Down")
Follow the standard line from PS, offer "positive ... comment"
When you read others on PoetrySoup.com!
Are you following this, or just selective elective?
Halt! Halt! Give em your hand but not your hearts
For when they hover around you,
You are an imminent carcass.
These vipers of Eden unrelenting, carry about their venoms
Fluttering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly
And a grasshopper combined.
The sight of her should trigger an "alarum" bell in every wise man.
With the juice supped, they flitter away
Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom
Like bubonic plague, spreading devastating virus
Like the physician ampoule, ready on your skin to pour.
They waste your time,
Waste your money
Sapp your energy
Leaving you with unforgettable miseries
Be not down on a chauvinistic egotism in her environment
For another trial, may certify your demise
There is a man named Mr. Purt
Money and power are his turf.
He rules the land with a tangerine fist
Misogynistic deeds always tops his list
He takes what he wants, no questions are asked.
Women are no exceptions in his take-over tasks
Greasy, slime-ball, a Neanderthal if you will.
Algae of the earth, pond scum, seeking chauvinistic thrills.
He encompasses himself with a cluster of men who think the same.
Narcissistic beastly creatures, I do proclaim!
Mr Purt is the leader of these evil clones
overcompensating with their wallets while he is perched on his throne.
Receding hair line over indulgent brutes
siting in the country club in their Armani suits.
Laughing and saying "All women are sluts and whores to a degree".
Puffing on cigars and sipping on their Brandy.
So, ladies, if you happen to see Mr. Purt and his entourage walk your way
RUN! RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!
HIDE YOURSELF FROM THE ORANGE HAND!
Are your customers
your students,
your patients and clients,
your constituents,
cash cows
and potentially bullish runaway viral markets?
Or cherished neighbors
and healthy allies?
Asked the newly retired Queen of Soul.
Are your kids,
Are your grandparents,
Are your future and past generations
of exponentially growing DNA diversity
competing chauvinistic wealth investors?
Or co-investors in cooperative health-soul development?
Is there really nothing between such hell
and heaven?
I asked in between.
Only self-perpetuating purgatory
for those who insist on responding to soulful questions
with devil in the details questions
that don't correctly begin
with mutually spelled out
respect INTEGRITY.
Without being too melodramatic
As a rule it is axiomatic
That finding a rhyme is problematic
Or a mind that’s idiosyncratic
But this plays out as melodramatic
Regard for readers is altruistic
Male poets must not be chauvinistic
And contest winners less egotistic
Such regard of self is narcissistic
Making these statements is asseveration
Speaking out so without reservation
A deviation or aberration
Not esteemed worthy of admiration
This contest piqued my curiosity
So, I’m drunk with my own verbosity!
1.
We men are all chauvinist pigs tra-la-la,
And love to take girls to our digs tra-la-la
Though girl snorts when she laughs,
We don't care about gaffes,
When our hearts find they're all dancing jigs tra-la-la!
2.
I'm a kid who grew up on the farm tra-la-la
And I don't mean to woo or alarm tra-la-la,
But I'm telling y'all,
Don't make fun of the drawl,
Or you're likely to feel more than charm tra-la-la.
3.
There are Sundays you'll find me in church tra-la-la,
But on weekdays I try to climb birch tra-la-la
I don't care what you say,
I know Frost went this way,
And my muse loves the view from his perch tra-la-la.
4.
I heard "anyone lived in a pretty how town," (1)
But Salvation escaped him, eloped with a clown,
Death is ever the wage paid for sins,
But a child at Christ's feet mostly grins,
Questions asked with no frown; angels bless child's renown!
Brian Johnston
August 15,2017
Poet's Notes:
Limerick #3 is a take off on Robert Frost's famous poem "Birches."
(1) Limerick #4 is meant to be a humorous commentary on a famous e e cummings poem.
'Trump'
Oh Donald you're really quite thick
Your 'policies' make me feel sick
No respect for the law or the truth
Your manner beyond the uncouth
You prove money may buy any farce
But seems it can't buy you that class
Ignorant, beyond chauvinistic
Twitter tantrums so narcissistic
Already sent your country back years
With xenophobic and racist fears
Surrounded by the rich and corrupt
Apparently ok to bankrupt
It's not ok to mock the disabled
You pick on the weak and mislabelled
A delusional grabber of pussy
You're just a dangerous tangerine bully
© 'Trump' by Victoria Payne
January 2017
https://m.facebook.com/groups/Poemsbyvictoriapayne/
Things About Trump
Things about Trump are well understood
Has completely entered his second childhood
By his bad behavior you can always tell
When you will listen while sitting for a spell.
Like clumsy child Trump is known to act
And never get together a well known fact
Never saw likes of him being subdued
To your life brings trouble beginning a feud.
Once of Trump you have seen latest statistic
He went ballistic when called chauvinistic
And when you see a face like his in a file
No wonder they wanted to put him on trial.
Do you know what for we can hardly wait
When his will they finally started to probate
Which really caused and created a scene
Tax returns had resulted in a ruptured spleen.
Jim Horn
My Bonnie who does lie over the ocean,
have you been laughing at this one yet.
caused by all the comprised commotion
Do wish to inform you with deep regret.
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