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I lost my mooning contest
with the moon.
The odds were in my favor:
two pallid orbs
against one: a sullen sack
up there, barely engaged,
as the gamblers around me
gawked. But
when the blood billowed
down to my noggin,
I swooned, face dunk
in the mud.
Next day all the grog in Terra
below could not
stake a rematch between me
and that bad
bulbous bag of apathy
in the night,
that orbital ogler flashing
its silk surveillance through
our innocent panes
and unsuspecting livers,
exposing our competitive
genitalia to alleged shame,
a heavenly body, distinguished
by the negligence of its ilk.
In the state of being equal,
Especially in status quo,
Rights, and opportunities not always shown.
Fairness
Justness
Equability
Impartiality
Even-handedness
not in this reality
I am a woman of the gender species
Speaking up loud, and bold for equality
Empowerment
Equal within interests, activities
Clothed consideration if able
Allow me to do it
Empowerment
Though, genetically-genitalia differences
Doesn’t necessary mean, we of different gender
Can’t hang, nor handle
Empowerment
Understandings of gender continually evolve
If we can handle it.
If it don’t hurt me short term or long term
If I can learn it, allow me to own it
Allow us to get along with it; In the course of a person's life,
The interests, activities, professions these are considered the domains of ...equal access
Enjoy the same rights, resources,
Opportunities and protections.
It does not require that girls and boys, or women and men,
be the same, or that they be treated exactly alike."
Allow me to do it
Empowerment
Though, genetically-genitalia differences
Doesn’t necessary mean, we of different gender
Can’t hang, nor handle
Empowerment
Understandings of gender continually evolve
If we can handle it.
Just allow me to do it if I’m able equally…
Same rights, resources, Gender equality
Allow me, to be free…
Empowerment
Allow me, to be free… Gender equality
Gender Equality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann |
Written: October 26, 2023
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Solace reached through alienation and wisdom
An oasis of calm in a harsh nature seldom
Money and power, as well as sex and death,
Now is a time of opposite frailty and wealth.
Divine and modest, human and synthetic
Painstaking, stressful, poor, and pathetic.
Stress and primal ideas in the civic sphere
And amid those, I cherished them and fled in tear.
Once, I was clasped by their tenderness.
In a bed of swollen truth and senile tendinous
After waking up many times, I believe I foresee
Release of the shackles that utterly tied me.
Swollen, overworked womb and genitalia
Beaten by seasons until coming to Saturnalia
Dreaming and conscious, reticent and cheerful
Death and resurrection induce heed to be dull.
Laughter and bashfulness, kindness and gentleness
Sitting alone by my worth, I am feeling pensileness.
Standing on the water's edge, I may ultimately relax.
Inward, trying to find alternate exits with impacts
Indeed, to "be" is to exist at this exact time.
Cast off the constraints of history to be sublime.
Finally, live a life that fulfills your inner desires.
A soul stood dumbfounded by the bluntness of fire!
Strange how everything evolves except love.
It just comes in one sweet, fleeting flavor-
Hate and destruction have evolved.
We went from clubs, bow and arrow
to a fetish for nuclear diseases.
If love had evolved, missiles would sleep in their rattlesnake dens.
Howitzers would become flower gardens.
Black words would reverse course.
Before having intercourse with hate and death.
We're a harsh species, an eight-eyed tumor on fire.
A species on the precipice of self-extinction.
Many are wants -demands -desires.
Instant gratification at our soft fingertips.
Patience and empathy once calloused into the psyche.
Are now mere inconvenience and annoyance,
An open wound on the genitalia of ego
A sterile afterthought.
Hate has evolved into:
The continuous rape of society.
Beheadings have become blasé.
Bloody brooks, streams, and wounded knees.
Poison heavy metal clouds and plutonium ponds.
Strange how everything evolves except love.
It comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor.
My hair ripping as her fingernails entwine
pulling my head back
She slaps me harder than she should
Her smile slightly offset
My cheek reddening from the welt of her hand
Shifting herself forcing me deeper within her
The pleasure of her warmth
subdued the pain
My throb in unison with her undulating frame
Cast myself down in reverence
Genuflect to her genitalia
Praising with my grunts and groans
Come she barks her orders
Her hips thrusting with disjointed pressure
Empty now in a guttural groan
but she is not complete
Her knees shifted
Now either side of my face
Choking, gurgling her essence
Her musk a must
Her wetness engulfing
No protection from her want
Just take a good look at me;
My frame is attractive!
It does the unsated
appetite of the chauvinist
fuel.
My curves and your fantasies
are mutually inclusive!
Without them, dreams
are truncated.
But I am an orgasmic
symbol.
The self opinionated chauvinist
designs me in his sub-conscious
to serve and be utterly subservient.
I am incarcerated as a chef,
and timeless baby sitter.
A baby machine for a
patriarchal dynasty.
My education is a threat to chauvinist ego.
My ignorance hones his misogynist confidence,
whilst my erudite head
retards his self esteem and worth.
The illiterate orgasmic symbol is his
ideal and virtuous woman.
The smarter and more professional
is the age-old Jezebel.
My chastity and virginity
are twin virtues of a
mutilated genitalia.
My restrained sex urges are
designed for his unrestrained
proclivities and gratification.
I must be restrained,
for him to be unrestrained,
because, share him I must
with two or three others of
my kind.
But take another good look at me,
and see a versatile womb-man!
Translate each prejudice of yours'
and see my remarkable antonyms.
Genitalia
By Franklin Price
10/11/2016
The reproductive organs
Of both sexes you will find
Are known as genitalia
You must keep that in your mind
For it is at the forefront
And to me it is quite clear
It's something we must talk about
During this election year
It's so much more important
Than the terror and the debt
Illegal aliens in our country
And the treatment of the vet
The losses of our jobs
To cheaper labor overseas
How to fund the research
To cure cancer and disease
Equality of race and gender
And healthcare for us all
Genitalia more important
For election time this fall
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm the wolf who was going to eat Little red riding hood.
She kicked my ass even though I didn't think she could.
I was going to eat her as I was lying in her granny's bed.
She beat me so hard that I wished that I was dead.
She knew I wasn't her grandma because I am very hairy.
I didn't know that she had a gun in that basket she carries.
She pulled out her 44 and blew off one of my balls.
Then she laughed because my genitalia is so small.
Red riding hood untied her granny and there was no escape.
Granny had me cornered and I got raped.
I've decided to stay away from girls and grannies for good.
My life would be so much better if I hadn't met Little red riding hood.