MAN
Beware the wretched monster
that lurks in every man,
bereft of conscience, heart, and soul,
once sword's placed in his hand
Some need not this instigation
they live in such a state.
Stolen virtue, theft and murder
'tis hatred ills their fate.
Their flaws projected aimlessly,
at friend and foe alike.
Take no account while of the same,
paints words like heil and reich.
Such ugliness comes oozing out
their bitter crusty faces.
Unrestrained by guilt and shame,
their genders' big disgraces.
Real men need to take control,
step up unto the plate.
No end in sight to doing right.
End bigotry and hate.
537.
MiJoRdGr is One!
MiJoRdGr is One!
Mister Jose Radin Garduque belongs to LGBT
But of 2 genders no liker… he likes males only
MiJoRdGr is One!
MiJoRdGr is One!
Miriam, Jojo, Rody, Grace belongs to Supermajority
But of 2 masters no server…they serve only PDu30
MiJoRdGr is One!
MiJoRdGr is One!
Mister Jose Radin Garduque sides with many parties
But not Janus-faced…the Liberals are his only enemies
MiJoRdGr is One!
MiJoRdGr is One!
Miriam, Jojo, Rody, Grace sides with Pro-Du30s
But not balimbing…the treasoners are their only nemesis
MiJoRdGr is One!
-12/31/2016
(Dumarao)
“Handmaid of Patriarchy”
the garden rezoned
Embattled virility
misogyny cloned
As Delilah revolts
a new Samson on scene
One half of the whole
left to drown in the stream
Each genders new quotient
to minus the plus
A He without Her
— the destruction of us
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
Well here we see that something is hot? About as real as
As the (tailpipe an e v's got?) The subject matter is what
You have got.' Either man or woman? Is what i consider?
And whether what is not.' Is what? And why are some termed non binary? Yet are So
Het up on genders.? All in all its such a mind bender! its
Like they want to drink alchol.' Yet be de-intoxicated as they
Do?
Seem absorbed by genders.? That should not be narrated?
By me or you' or any reality defenders.)
Is there anything above?about them; i have missed ?
Maybe they could have a catheter bladder to head
Orifice inserted; so they could vent better ( when feeling
Really pressed.?)
There are those born women'
And those born man
A very few are both genders
Yet none were ever born
As trans.!
A transgender child
does not not exist
just because a white man
says that that is so
as two spirited
third genders
and others
(eight in the Talmud! that I didn’t know)
exist around the globe
as in the
hijra of India
fa’afafine of Samoa
burrnesha of Albania
quariwarmi of Peru
guevedoche of Dominican Republic
muxe of Oaxaca
sekrata of Madagascar
fakaleiti of Tonga
lhamana of Zuni
winkte of Lakota
bakla of Philippines
acault of Burma
xanith of Oman
and waria of Indonesia
just to name a few
gender is as binary
as is the world is flat
asserting so otherwise
is simply spewing scat
Jingle bells jingle bells
Dear Santas lost all hope.
For the world that he once knew
As sadly now gone Woke.
It used to be so easy
When there were only girls and boys.
But now there's many more genders
He'd rather be unemployed.
So soon he'll be retiring
Along with his reindeers who.
No longer want to be a part
Of a world that's become unscrewed.
Look at me as I lay dying here
The biological functions shutting down
The heart rapidly slowing to a still
The windows to my soul closing for the final time
What do you see?
A life lived with positivity and hope
A sense of purpose clear and true
To make a better life and world for my children
To nurture a future for a thriving human race
As I watch you slowly dying
The biological functions shutting down
The heart rapidly slowing to a still
The windows to your soul closing for the final time
What do I see?
We may come from different lives
We may be different genders
Our race and creed may suggest disparity
But we really are the same
Our bodies work the same
Irrespective of our colour or religion
Our hopes, our goals, our desire for future
Are for continuance, for betterment
Don't watch me slowly die
Dispassionate for the loss
I won't watch you slowly die
And turn my head without compassion
Our intrinsic value infinite
To make our children's world
A place they can live and thrive
They need to know and understand
We are at our core just the same
I err on the side of formality in receipt of undetermined
gender-initiated contact via a surname known to me to be of two different genders, despite that, appropriates;
To Whom It May Concern:
This means using Mr., Mrs., Ms., or other titles, followed by the individual. Pay attention to cues from the person you are addressing. If they express a preference for the better informal address, adjust accordingly. This indeed may involve using first names or other preferred titles.
Respect cultural differences, as moniker conventions can vary significantly across countries and societies. Do your research and be mindful of local norms when addressing people from diverse backgrounds.
As long as you approach the matter of addressing others with sensitivity and respect, you’re likely to earn a praise.
as is now fashionable
I visited a spiritual medium
it was all to satisfy my curiosity
and relive me from my life’s tedium
entering lucid trance in the vast void
instantly my soul guide appeared
he held my hand and assured
there’s nothing to be feared
in a gentle voice he spoke
body dies but the soul lives on
souls reincarnate time and again
once love’s imbibed our ego is shorn
he then took me into past lives I lived
genders and nationalities rotated
each touch felt was displayed
soul seeking to be liberated
I saw my beliefs were fickle
depending on culture born into
yet in each life my heart sparkled
feeling rhythm of God’s breath renew
I exited the session feeling much wiser
knowing God as pure love and light
He wants us to become as He
heightening bliss delight
In a world where chains restrict,
my one wish would be for everyone to be free.
If I could alter the fate of those forced into silence -
I would unmute unheard voices.
My gift to the world would not be
the statue of liberty,
it would be to end patriarchy.
So everyone can walk unbound,
unshackled, and speak their truth,
spreading their gospel without ridicule.
Each person's story to unfold,
softly among appreciative ears.
In hearts and minds we can all
sing our forever freedom song,
echoing loud among universal waves.
No tyranny, no oppressive imperialists,
no political interference from ignorant minds -
only procreation of serene co-existence.
A birth of personalities of dignity,
blooming in an essence of evergreen spirits,
under sapphire skies of serenity.
In every hue we would be free like the sun,
bathing in the light of independence.
All genders shining, regardless of shade,
where shadows are as pure as our souls.
To exist without fear,
to have no separation,
to never be a tick box,
to never be placed in a category,
so we can actually find humanity,
in world where we share an air of freedom.
Venture advances, the future ... occurs,
the White Willow trees, best found by rivers
edge. Salix alba, and 'Tristis' means sad,
hence, 'Weeping', yet the essence seems to add
a picturesque of a draped graceful scene,
nay gloomy but most tranquil, and serene.
The whitish tones of the leaf's undersides
evolved the tree's name. A meter trunk, wide's,
diameter, thirty-meter stretch that
leans caused by sloped limbs that bring its Top Hat
tilted downward. A bow ... accentuates,
or curtsey, being a deciduous
tree, where the flower's genders grow distinct,
genteel parade cascades in white trimmed linked.
Dinner with friends while soft candlelight glows
We're dressed in formal attire, both genders
Goblets of wine while conversation flows,
what fond memories the moment renders.
Shared recollections from decades, gone by.
Good times of laughter and those when we cried.
Melancholy, it was a night spent without a dry eye,
happy tears and sad ones, we could not hide.
Round the damask draped table we remained.
Too quickly to us, it seemed the hours flew.
Reluctance to end the night was not feigned,
then, came the chimed hour to reckon adieu.
Hearth side, I sat... satisfied and alone.
Serene and reflective on friendships sown.
("Pandora's Box", 2014, original pen and ink and oil)
Exposed for All to See
In the world turned upside down,
bad is good.
And inside out,
corruption long shielded is celebrated.
For now at least
exposed for all to see.
It’s called the fall of civilization
as what once held us all together,
by holding us each back,
collapses into narcissistic pleasure
breaking tainted hearts and distorted minds
into the common well, now poisoned.
The weight of humanity’s collective mutational load
too much to bear, spews what can’t be held, from
the gaping wounds and oozing sores of Pandora’s Box,
perverted pleasures, twisted identities, confused genders,
senseless violence of relative values,
through the broken gates of order and control.
In the world turned upside down
what was bad is good, and good is bad;
the wicked held high, and righteous in chains
everywhere sheep led to slaughter
civilization on its knees, helpless
for now at least,
exposed for all to see.
(9/8/23)
Lets be frank' who would want to de-bank?
It seems like communisam.?
Not just an odd buisniss schsim'
Theres no balance of books? At first and
Second last looks.' Theres big payouts
On ideas' and moves on genders, its really
Ballons flags and suspenders, what return
Is envusaged? As society is ravaged.'
Is there ground for class actions, against
Legal infractions? Is a bearer not promised
To be paid, to be honest ' as we note this
Reality, we observe rampant insanity a rejection
Of reason, a late summer madness amidst a
Lowering of ammounts? taken in or out of accounts!
Yet inflation considered shoud not rationality
Be delivered, good service for custom, not fabrication
And bunkum.! Is the free market not told us? in
The world vision, and action thats always sold us'
A value a co-hesion for world benefit its ever reasoned
Is this its reflection? There must be collective
Rejection!
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