bareheaded and blithering
grievous to prove
my increasing feminization
with victorian meditation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
girly rainbow turtle wears lime like it is in style
her stripes of fuchsia and orange can be seen a mile
she prances around like she owns the bog
annoying the self-appointed king, old bullfrog
girly rainbow turtle is as jazzy as outside turtles can be
Maybe even more so, she looks like a designer’s spree
Her turquoise and red offset her gorgeous turtle eyes
She can be seen in between the cattails, no big surprise.
Have you seen pink bull with the girly legs?
Why wouldn’t he have boy-ly legs? I asked
We don’t know but he is clearly from Winnipeg
Thinks he is all that, being cute is his task
I found the pink bull on a photo shoot
It was clear from the get go he thought he was cute
The legs did not make sense, bulls are male you see
I took lots of photos, to laugh about later over tea
Sixties girly dress
frothy scratchy petticoat
patent leather shoes
pretty lace anklets
ready for Sunday School
twirling in the rain
.
again
there be
two uv yuh
and y'all know
it be thuh awesome
muse for this scop
yesss
i love thuh way
y'all do that
up end
down
i hope it doesn't
hurt tuh do
that
do y'all move
washerz and dryerz
az well
')
whut
Crown of gold curls in rainbow wrappers.
Girly-girl, at two, favored to be beautiful.
Eyelids delight to be painted baby-girl green.
Dolly’s lascivious lashes soaked in black ink.
Innocent strawberries dot baby-blue sleeveless top.
Soon, she’ll be strapless, primping at the vanity.
For now, she holds a mirror with her eyes closed;
her reflection not quite perfected; a natural blush
of lips, cherub-cheeks and baby-fat skin. Shedding
the green, pink, yellow rollers with angel hair bouncing
off her shoulders, and rolling out the hourglass figure
with a perfect pout and hips that shout ‘look at me.’
Indeed, at two years old, she looks in the mirror,
smiles, as her mother approves, and daddy sits
in his easy chair, not knowing to be bothered by
the impending storm of unsuitable guys at the door.
Milly and Jilly played afternoon tea
With delicious cakes and fine pottery
Both looked pretty with flowers in their hair
And faces aglow, such a happy pair.
They drank all the tea and ate all the cakes
Not a crumb was left, they had cleared their plates
Happily they sang their favourite songs
Their mommas joined in with the sing-along.
Soon they were sleepy and needed a rest
They kissed their mommas, said they were the best
Before sleep they recited a prayer
Thanking the Lord for His love and His care.
Scrunchies and spongies and panties.
Oh all the many things a girl needs.
Girly Pumpkin Head is sitting on the front stoop
Around the side of the glorious scarecrow chicken coop
The teenage ghosts and ghouls are giving her the eye
Watch out! Says Grim Reaper, you do not want to die.
You see, he has his scythe out and is ready to rumble.
With a rock and a roll the October clouds give a grumble.
Girly Pumpkin Head is stirring up the Halloween crowd.
They are excited to see her, she is pretty and proud.
swirly girly colorful wonderful faerie
your tangerine pink hair makes my heart leap
joy, enthusiasm and creativity surround me
when you creep next to my ear
whispering a new poem
Lilian invited us to her recital
she was a quintessential tomboy
We could not imagine her in a skirt
Or as a dancer
We attended anyway, for she was our friend.
We had always seen her in bulky sweats.
We had no idea she was light on her feet
or that she could look girly.
The prima donna was a whirlwind of activity
she looked like a bonfire, popping in oranges and yellows
Glitzy sparks appeared to leap from her tulle skirt.
We were mesmerized, was that Lilian?
She held us captive with her beauty.
We would never see her as a lumpy tomboy again.
Now that we had seen her as a dancer.
She was exquisite, the quintessential ballerina!
There once was a little girly
Who thought she was the best
She was confident so early
She knew she is different from the rest
But one day she saw someone
Who was like no one
He was always ahead
And that girly was afraid
She lost all of herself
She thought she is worthless
She screamed "I hate Myself!"
She saw herself in darkness
But one day she noticed light
She ran to see what it is
It was to erase her plight
As it was a mirror telling her how incredible she is.
Girly hedgehog is so feminine and fine
She should have suiters falling down in a line
My hair is perfect, my smile is a delight
What is wrong with these boys? They simply aren’t right!
Maybe you are too perfect, a butterfly suggests.
I agree! Throws in a wise robin from her perch on her nest.
You mean I am too good for all of them? Hey! That’s probably true!
So the stuck-on-herself hedgehog was now happy, not blue.
I need a VCR to expain some things
like
Why they called me an bundle of sticks
or told me to shut the front door in my face.
My first Ladies' fest of course
taught me to follow mom's rose petals
to the soup kitchen
age 11 and we can find my mother together there
Before that it was
"He-She" or "It"
when they called me
any names at all
Purple hair after living overseas
Behind my long hair are tears
I already left Korea a young girl
I didn't see Vietnam yet
Coming home I learn I hate school
and I am alone in my home town
The best frenemies, bullies aren't
any older than me yet
'Go get the strongest fighter
Fiercest I don't know or care!'
Before that
a room beside the class
We hide so close to
The homophobic driver
A survivor of what next
I didn't ever expect
A White room with a tv
above a blank table top
Driver is the game they task
in middle school
if is it real
what do you intend to do?
they ask
attacking us
what's this about?
the dangers of us, or them?
That's Bully for you dear.
Cute little Charlotte had a curly curl
everyone thought her a girly girl
a sweet, secret smile
men she would beguile
then bade them all to give her a whirl
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