Journey Gender Poems

"In the dawn of creation, a question we ponder is, Why did God make man, in slumber, to wander? Before crafting the counterpart, female and...

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This Earth's a place we call our own
When we can stand with Her lands
And look within great loves we've known
For hope that we might share...

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Friday afternoon year 
April 2032 the weather was 
Just right. Damian sought to
Purchase a barrage of a 13
Bicycle collection. It would be
A surprise for his...

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It’s confusing
Trying to figure out
Who you are
On the inside
Or on the out
Can’t tell who
I am, keep guessing
Whether I’m this
Or I am that
Try to choose
But the...

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Adventitious existence birthed introverted spiritual outlier i.e. me

Speculative fictitious flirtation imagined
courtesy grown old male offspring (me)
begat when mine late mother and father met
former named, a...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Big trucks rolling down the street
With a message that is very deep
Big trucks rolling down the street
Filled with mixed concrete

Big trucks rolling down the street
carrying...

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Fluttering Blue Banners
Pink & White long behind
Hidden under the tiles, an adder
Teeth sharp as rock we’ll surely find

Large smiles and new energy
So young blooms breathe...

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the sign itself doesn’t 
stop
like my heart,
red and cornered.

a flashing soul faces you
eager to make the turn
onto a one-way street, 
called time....

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Ours was daily mysterious,
sometimes near mystical, 
rapture;
a sensual yet platonic
dorm-mate love affair,
within the only male grad student corridor
at SFSU.

He was the presumably straight Vietnam veteran
southern...

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Hi!
I'm Sister EarthChild
journalist with Youth Radio
speaking with Mother Time,
who recently published her hilarious
"Journeys With Father Time:
Wasted Journals of Mother Time."

First, I want you to know
I've...

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Pen and ink 
marks on paper
clichéd rhyme and metered lines
the practice of finding the voice
soft and feminine end of lines
gave way to a stronger rhythm
the...

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In every life there comes a time.
Where there has to be a rhythm and rhyme.
For some it happens naturally.
For some they have to search to...

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The record showed how you fared against the current best...
Reality is harsh but this very loss should not lessen your zest...
You have played very well...

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(prior to tha ode dee us political stink sans hillary rodham clinton, i scrawled out this poem. her likelihood to grasp to political mantle than...

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