"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.
Categories:
geishas, analogy,
Form: Free verse
I miss your beauty and splendor:
The sun that pierces through your greenest trees,
Dreams that were born within your premises;
The great books I devoured within your precincts.
Shall I ever set my foot their again?
If so, shall I find the same books I loved?
Will the friends I made within my short stay
Forever impact upon my life the same sweet way?
I miss you Moi University my alma mater,
Moi University, the place I gathered vast knowledge,
The place I discovered the meaning of great learning.
There, a piece of my soul dwells.
Few such hospitable places a mortal rarely finds,
And its breeze elsewhere you never can chance;
The beautiful geishas that roam your streets,
The bearded scholars that walk your corridors,
The spectacular scenery, the gorgeous neighborhoods;
All these and more I shall forever miss!
Categories:
geishas, lost love, books, books,
Form: Verse
I miss your beauty and splendor:
The sun that pierces through your greenest trees,
Dreams that were born within your premises;
The great books I devoured within your precincts.
Shall I ever set my foot their again?
If so, shall I find the same books I loved?
Will the friends I made within my short stay
Forever impact upon my life the same sweet way?
I miss you Moi University my alma mater,
Moi University, the place I gathered vast knowledge,
The place I discovered the meaning of great learning.
There, a piece of my soul dwells.
Few such hospitable places a mortal rarely finds,
And its breeze elsewhere you never can chance;
The beautiful geishas that roam your streets,
The bearded scholars that walk your corridors,
The spectacular scenery, the gorgeous neighborhoods;
All these and more I shall forever miss!
Categories:
geishas, lost love, books, books,
Form: Verse
I miss your beauty and splendor:
The sun that pierces through your greenest trees,
Dreams that were born within your premises;
The great books I devoured within your precincts.
Shall I ever set my foot their again?
If so, shall I find the same books I loved?
Will the friends I made within my short stay
Forever impact upon my life the same sweet way?
I miss you Moi University my alma mater,
Moi University, the place I gathered vast knowledge,
The place I discovered the meaning of great learning.
There, a piece of my soul dwells.
Few such hospitable places a mortal rarely finds,
And its breeze elsewhere you never can chance;
The beautiful geishas that roam your streets,
The bearded scholars that walk your corridors,
The spectacular scenery, the gorgeous neighborhoods;
All these and more I shall forever miss!
Categories:
geishas, lost love, books, books,
Form: Verse