Please tell me it’s not true
In supporting the Red white and blue
That not a lot of women are Honorable
And barely any women are notable
So to the far few and in between
I hope your life will shine and glean
Where we may not be many, but just a few
Who go combat hatred people spew
For being fearless in the service we gave
We deserve to be saved
Let us stand out among most women that we see
Filling our hearts with hope and Glee
Let our male counterparts be are equal
Allowing more women to serve in our sequel
Let no woman be full of fear
Where danger lurks and may be near
As our flags colors are tightly woven
Let us recognize the service member who is a woman
having a ball gag
muzzling of the scientists ~
ignorance is bliss
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2025/02/18
Today on the news: Canadian scientists
not being allowed to communicate
with their American counterparts.
Little girls still living in their little worlds are told to sit pretty, smile wide, and don’t talk back. They are taught to grow up before they should because these little girls go through grow-up things. Little girls in their little worlds are called names for being “too provocative”, but then called names for being “too conservative”. Little girls in their little worlds can’t walk out of the house without being looked at by the male species because they have to change for the men who run this world. Little girls are told to aim high, but not too high because the “chances are low” in a male-dominated world. Little girls are shot down from their dreams before they can even start because who would listen to a docile woman over a dominant man? Little girls get praised when they survive in a male-dominated field but still get paid less than their male counterparts for better performance. Women will never compare to their male counterparts because those same little girls who are told to aim high get shot out of the sky by society’s wicked eye. But, still, we try to survive in this world of unachievable expectations, because, in reality, we want to be seen and appreciated.
A touch too close and a gaze too sincere,
Was the Jenga player about to pull an upset loss?
Faulty by design, promise and execution
Does a good love need time to catch its breath?
Or does it weave long exhales into conversational counterparts?
Counterparts,we
two becoming one
Male & female,equivalents
Communing,now
two becoming one
Male & female,complemented
Christian Marriage
two becoming one
It took three weeks to get the
wife’s cat to eat ‘whatever’
I put in front of it.
No longer it terrorizes us when
time comes to feed it.
It took three week to change its status
back to family pet,
last one in the pecking order.
An animal that should be grateful
we let it live with us provide shelter
from storms its counterparts
must endure outside.
Three weeks it took of not folding
& opening new cans of food cause
it wouldn’t eat the first can given it.
Cause maybe it had gravy or maybe it didn’t,
or the meat wasn’t chopped or chopped way too much,
or whatever excuse the old lady came up with for it!
Three weeks of letting it mope around cry
in front of its bowl as if it was in heat.
Three weeks till it got the message.
A new sheriff was in town, and
he doesn’t give a damn,
if you starve to death!
I own the personality of a human extrovert
you can call me Majesty for I have steadiness of paw
when it comes to hunting I can be quite overt
as vocal as a crow's caw caw
I am tiger, hear me growl and roar
as the largest feline in the world, I always stand proud
solitary by nature I take care of my cubs with adore
but don't stand in my way or you'll hear me nice and loud
I am a sentient being at the brink of extinction
due to the fact they want me for my pelt, meat and body parts
when they take spear in hand and come into my jurisdiction
it is then that I flair my nostrils and eat my counterparts
unless you threaten to kill me, I wont pull out my tiger claws
when I am observing I often strike a tall majestic pose
but if you can smell my musky scent, then your standing too close
the fact is you need to keep distance, its as plain as the tip of your nose.
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
New Jersey feminists burnt bras to send swimsuit pageants up in smoke,
Iranian women drove along mountaintops, daring the wind to loosen their hair.
Colleagues in Canada removed high heels but still towered over counterparts,
tennis players trimmed dresses so they could run, fought to change white to red.
Felicity cut her hair, #nomakeup became self-care,
a mourning Queen wore black, AOC ‘taxed the rich’ on her back.
Geishas sang and danced, more than mere servants to men;
through Coventry rode Lady Godiva naked, bravery rarely seen before then.
Women have always worn their battles, embroidered their history into lace.
So, when to save lives, we all covered our supposed selling point - our face -
surely, we can do better than want only a bikini for over half the human race.
I’m dry; the muse has packed her bags,
unfriended me and left.
No rhymes have come to mind at all.
Of words I am bereft.
In need of verse, my followers
await the poet's best.
And so a letter to the muse.
was written and addressed.
“Dear musie, readers want their due.
They pine for it, forsooth.
So why did you abandon me?
Are muses so uncouth?
There was a time of frequent calls.
You kept me in your chat.
I saw your posts; you sent me lols
and pictures of your cat.
I thought our friendship was for good.
I thought you meant your hearts.
On Snapchat, Twitter, Instagram
we were two counterparts.
You cannot say you were ignored.
I took and used your gifts.
Alas! I see — your love is like
the desert sand that shifts.
And yet, I have not lost all hope.
Re-friend me! I implore.
For now, I'm not amused, my muse.
That's all. I've got no more."
Those college kids sure get excited when they win
while their professional counterparts barely grin
~ although they do get rich as sin
Three score and five and I am still alive
It's been a rocky road from there to here
For years my only goal was to survive
When each tomorrow was a new frontier
Of friends and foes that came into my sphere
The beauties and the beasts, my counterparts
Some saw me stumble, others saw me cheer
Those who were with me from the very start
And though I can not name them all by heart
Nor deeds nor misdeeds, that which came to be
The choices that I made, they had no part
If one should point a finger, point at me
Responsibility is mine alone
Someday it will be I, who must atone.
Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet
ABAB BCBC CDCD EE
Fearless and unrelenting in their pursuit,
Bold and unwavering in their pursuit,
They push against life's tide.
Women, not slowed down by maternity,
They run their courses with undying zeal,
Their family is their priority,
The home front is not abandoned.
They believe in female emancipation,
They're independent women,
They're not cowed by their male counterparts,
They stand shoulder to shoulder with them.
Sisters with divergent views,
Separated by their choices and opinions,
Walled by their apathy,
Birthed by different mothers.
July 11, 2022.
Women in my family poetry contest,
Sotto Poet.
An amateur archer, Antoine,
Bodaciously bragged beastly brawn.
Crushed counterparts,
Dispatched deadly darts,
Electrified everyone!
Fly fisherman Freddy flung far.
Gadzooks! Great gobbling gar!
He hooked half-heartedly,
Inverted inartfully,
Jettisoned jumbled jig jar!
Kenneth keeps kitchen knives keen
Love’s labors leave lanky, lean
Mills metal mightily
Nibbles Nightly
Overweight outcomes: obscene!
Peter’s pickled picked peppers: premiere!
Quoted quantities: questionable, q*eer
Ration’s Redeeming:
Scofield scale screaming,
Terrifies tongues, torrents tears
Ultimatums unduly unclear
Varnished vengeance veneer
Wipeouts, whiteouts
Xeroxing x-outs
Yielding yoked yeoman years
Zanax-zombified zebras zig-zag zanily, zap zooming zeitgeists
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Alliterative, Abecedarian Limericks!
Ran out for 'Z', so I made an alliterative monoku there. This was hard! The last stanza stretches the imagination a bit :-)
Vivacissimo
guitar
sitting unplayed, unlearned
beside its counterparts:
piano, saxophone, koto,
soon to be joined by a banjo
a silent quintet
untouched, unheard
why do I not put my hand to them
why do they sit in this orchestral mausoleum
is it because there is no music
within me,
no euphony bursting from inside
that must find expression
in the movements of my fingers
is it that I fear
untamed chords and notes
will come of the tumult
of my mind,
cacophonous sharps and flats
that refuse lyrical composition
and what if
the clefs line up and Aeodean
beauty and grace emerge instead,
flying from me in a frenzied vivacissimo
how much more frightening
is beauty than silence
This has got to stop: Killing our citizens and Police Officers. Fourteen and thirteen year olds by their counterparts, this must stop. We have lost two very virbrant Officers of the Police Department, this can't continue.
It makes me fear my going out and coming in. Praying it's not my turn. All the lives taken are from people who have not reached their full potential in life. Why? We cannot just stand and look, We cannot just look? What can be done?
It is more than sad, going to young people's funerals. Just tell the reason for this senseless violence.
I am a senior and can't understand why this has to be. Is it the laws we have made, that no longer protects us? Have the people changed so drastically, there is nothing to be done? Is it necessary for everyone to walk with firearms? Tell me what is happening.Can we not go back to civilize behavior. Where is all this hate coming from?
I pray no wars between states again. Have we not learned anything?
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